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[ask-mischievousbendy-blog]

Closed RP Starter with @ask-bendy-theanxiousdork

Mischief had been meaning to tell Dork why he was away the previous night. He had gotten into an accident with a friend that got him severely hurt. Mischief entered the home, careful to be quiet and looked for Dork. The friend who had given him a place to stay for the moment. 

Mischief found Dork and approached him.

“D-Dork..? Ya got a minute to talk?” He asked, trying to cross his arms to hide the bandages around his chest. He didn’t sound like his usual bubbly self. 

[pbandparker-archive]

THE MIND WANDERS . . .

There really was no limbo. No dark recess where the mind hides when its taken over. There’s just nothing; nothing but a pause in time, a blip in memory, until the conscious is brought back to the surface. But for Peter, the last thing he remembered was his vantage point across the way. It had been the perfect spot to keep an eye on the protest. The sound that filtered from their collective voices could be easily heard from where Peter was perched - a little too easily considering that the next thing he knew he was in the middle of the protest, but everyone was fighting.

Signs had been strewn and left forgotten across the street. There were no more coherent words, nothing but animalistic grunts and screams as they fought among themselves. He hadn’t seen the woman who had crept up behind him while the protesters took turns ramming each other in the face with their knuckles and broken picket sign handles. His eyes had caught another agent, ready to strike, when her words rang out into his ear. They were the same words spoken during the speech, the same words uttered before Peter lost himself.

Those words brought him back to the fight around him. His right hand had been lifted in a fist, ready to strike down another agent before he’d been ripped back to reality. His breath held in his chest as he looked around him, his spider sense now active and alive and painful. When Peter ducked his head from the migraine that ripped through his head, he noticed the NOVA agent at his feet. A woman’s voice echoed faintly at the back of his mind.

What did he just do? 

[thecatgoddessbast]

@flossinspector

“On the counter of three”, she whispered, her hand up to hold the attack.  She signaled easily enough, counting down with each digit till one was left, the Goddess darting off as she let the last ball into a fist.

[iamleandrawwz]

[razumny]

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