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The sound of the scavengers whooping and cheering their way back to camp was enough to set Daryl’s teeth gritting. They were off schedule by more than six hours, but what else was new? And sounded more like drunk fratboys than grown men coming back from a hunt.

He set down the brach he’d been sharpening into a bolt and rolled to his feet, knife still in hand.

“Hey.” Merle was on the bed of the truck but Daryl didn’t let his relief show, aiming a scowl at the beer in his good hand. “Mind keeping it down? You’re all making enough noise to wake the dead that’ve already had their skulls busted open.”

Pete snorted as he pushed out of the driver’s seat, cracking his own beer open. Not his first, from the damp stain on his shirt.

“Like you can talk, with that bike of yours.” Which just made Daryl’s shit mood that much worse. He stalked in a step, shoulders rolling tense for a fight. Merle’s wheezing laugh pulled him short.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, baby brother. We got us a good haul today.”

Six hours late for some stale beer. Sounded about right. Daryl rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, see that. And you’re already half-done drinking it.”

“Nah.” Merle seemed smug in that way that almost always meant bad news. And always left Daryl cleaning up his messes. “That’s just celebration. Know how you’re always saying this place is going to shit?” Not exactly true. Daryl was just the only person who cared about keeping the place halfway decent. Keeping the fences up. Keeping the food from expiring. Merle liked to say Daryl’s time with the Atlanta group had left soft and prissy.

Daryl didn’t like thinking about the Atlanta group much at all.

“I know none of you like doing the shit jobs,” he shot back. Merle’s smirk widened, and he nodded toward the bed of the truck.

“Well then, we got our problem solved.” The way Pete and Lou snickered had Daryl’s hackles raising. He narrowed his eyes, crossing to peer into the bed of the truck.

“Yeah,” Pete’s words slurred ugly from the drink. “Found ourselves a cleaning lady to keep the place nice and neat as princess wants.” But Daryl barely heard him. Barely noticed heavy boots thumping across the bed of the truck as Merle hopped down, slamming his fist into Pete’s face.

“Talk that way about my brother, it’ll be the other fist next time.” Like he wouldn’t have said the same thing.

Daryl barely noticed because he was busy staring at the bruised up brunet man lying in the truck bed, arms and legs bound by thick ropes.

Shit, Merle. What the hell do I gotta clean up this time?

[abysscnborn]

Wholly Interesting

((closed starter w/ @calmnessispower)) Humans, how queer...

Through the ages, he had watched kingdoms rise and fall, kings and generals come and go. Some of them leaving more of a mark than the others, some? They just fade away into obscurity without even leaving a scratch in the books of history.

There were mortals who were more perceptive to the other side, and mortals who knew nothing of the other side, yet still attempted to see if they could harness that hidden strength. Why so? Not that he could understand, even if he truly wished for so.

Humans were a strange, strange race.

Even as he stood over the sprawling city, with their towering spires and numerous streets that intercrossed each other like the lines of a spider’s web, Tyraemon mused with a chuckle to himself, or that was what the humans would call it, wouldn’t it? A rumble from deep within the depths of his throat, like that sound they called laughter except far quieter.

Wind rustled softly through the scarlet “cloak” wrapped around his form, the knight - formed god stopping to listen to the soft noises that were pestering the back of his head since the start of the evening.

Had he a human’s appearance, his brows would have furrowed from annoyance. That familiar sound of prayer, if one could even call that pathetic attempt at speaking the old Latin a prayer to him, in their attempts to rouse his attention. How many times had this already happened in the millennia since he existed? How many fires must he snuff out to teach them that if he was interested in them, that he would come find them?

The god turned his attention towards the source: an abandoned warehouse, tucked away in one of the darker neighborhoods.

[sees-ghosts]

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@calmnessispower

So maybe he had taken a bit too much or maybe it was the drinks. The sounds all around him blaring and his head spinning. It beat seeing dead people and that was all that it mattered to Klaus. 

Even so, he was far too out of it as he walked the dark streets of the city. Stumbling here and there, steadying himself on the sides of the buildings. His clothing were worn and mismatched but clearly of value.

Klaus continued down the sidewalk, headed towards a place he slept regularly when he wasn’t in rehab. Catching himself as he tripped before he decided maybe camping out on the bench wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Settling there, propping his feet up on the side and pulling his scarf more around his face. 

[boltsandashes]

@calmnessispower​ from X

“Been lookin’ for days.” His fingers traced over Charles’ cheeks, eyes scanning down his throat, chest, arms. Searching for wounds (searching for bites), taking in the bloodied clothes, the shallow cuts, the bruised and swollen fingers.

He was alive, though. That was all that mattered.

“Shit.” The word slipped out shaky. His thumb traced over Charles’ lip, hands moving restless over his cheeks before dropping to catch his hips instead. “Couldn’t find a trace anywhere, thought...” He’d thought a lot of things. None of them that he wanted to talk about right now.

He blew out a nerve-rough breath and nuzzled into Charles’ temple, pressed a kiss to his cheek just for the sake of the contact.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, outta these wet clothes.”

Make sure Charles wasn’t even worse off than he seemed like.

[govthookercoulson]

Recruitment (@Calmnessispower)

A certain kind of operation tends to be handed to Coulson.

He’s not everyone’s favorite person, certainly. He’s been accused of being an LMD or just a straightup robot. But he’s respected (sometimes begrudgingly) and almost everyone agrees, if it’s weird people with superpowers, or weird traumas, you probably want to send him. He takes to superpowers like a duck to water, and is pretty damn good at not flinching.

So when Xavier’s file lands on his desk, his interest is peaked.

He immediately recommends against any combat action, ever. This is a civilian with what’s probably a born-in condition (possibly also collateral from an experiment), there’s no reason to cause a problem that doesn’t already exist. But, the powers are intriguing, and he agrees to go speak to the man, and even readies a job offer.

SHIELD’s got a very muddied past with ‘special’ people but the ones they’ve got, they try to look after. He arrives at Xavier’s alone, in a nondescript sedan, in a suit and tie.

[longlivedeasilybored]

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En got to know xir customers. It was good for business, but xe didn't do it for that. Xe did it because xe cared and worried about them. Which was why he made sure that the only people selling drugs in the place we're selling safe, top-quality merchandise. Even with that though, xe kept track of who purchased more often and just kept an eye on them. Tan always had called xir a mother hen. "You, uh, you doin' alright there, Charles?"

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Welcome to 2019, all!

May writer’s block never touch you this year, and may we make it through another one without descending into a zombie apocalypse.

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