#deathcannotstopme

[babewith-abow]

One New Arrow in Your Quiver

"Eventually they're going to know I'm helping you, then what? It's not like we can run forever."

 @deathcannotstopme

[killingxmachine]

+ deathcannotstopme

"No, but I can tell you how interesting that doesn't sound."

[ellia22]

+deathcannotstopme

"Relax if i wanted to kill you i would have done it before you turned the lights on. I came to warn you that someone has taken a hit out on you." Shadow said raising her hands as if surrendering.

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[miraavx-archive-blog]

draw your swords. ( +death-cannot-stop-me )

phoenix less. below i put all replies to this thread as a way to keep track of the arc after i’d deleted my posts.

 Her previous job had gone off without a hitch. One of her informants had told her about a man who had already burned down three houses, killing two people. Arson he had told her. And when she looked over the reports, the cause of the fires had been a mystery. No accelerants. No faulty wiring. No gas leaks. That’s when she had suspected that her informant was telling the truth, and so she hunted him down. No mercy. She wouldn’t have an arsonist in her city. And once the job was done she had gone home with a clean conscious, not feeling guilty in the least.

Her brother was at his house with Anya, he was taking care of his pregnant girlfriend. So, she wasn’t expecting anyone to drop by. And she had yet to clean up from her previous job, files of the man that had started the fires scattered through out her apartment. Her sniper was sitting on her coffee table, still needing to be cleaned. She had dropped everything on her way in, needing to shower from laying on the dirty roof for nearly two hours.

But when she finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel she heard her front door open. Her eyes narrowed at the fogged up window and she threw on some clothes quickly, before grabbing the gun she had hidden under her bathroom sink. She grabbed it before placing her back at the wall near her living room, where she heard the footsteps lead.

                   ”Don’t mo    .”

Her entire body froze at the sight of the fiery hair in her living room. Arm still raised with the pistol in it.

                   ”Fuck.”

   In a world in which she was forgotten, Jean Grey had become accustomed to stay as such       five years had past since she had rose as the Phoenix… three since she resurfaced once  again. And in that time she had spent lurking in the shadows, never reaching out to those who  needed nor missed  her.  It was better to  everyone she loved and cared about  that she stayed away… that she stayed dead. Even with nothing, no-one, Jean had managed to make a small life for  herself.  Quiet and quaint, such a  contrast to the chaotic life she once led. And surprisingly, she kind of enjoyed it. There  was nobody was around  that knew who she was, knew what she could do.  No-one to fear her,  judge her or… tell her who and what she was. She could just        be.  Be and live.  She could finally  concentrate of herself without anybody butting in… except for Jane.  Oh, Jane. She was another difference in her life. One big, glorious  difference. It had happened so suddenly that hadn’t realized what was happening until it… happened.

    And it was great.  After  Scott  she never thought she was be able to move on, mind falling in  love again       especially with a woman. But she was over-thinking it, in this new life she had fallen into a good place and she was determined to stay there. Even if it meant sticking her  head in the sand. Whistling happily to herself, Jean practically hopped over to Jane’s apartment door before retrieving her spare key from under the her doormat, for someone as private as Jane you would think she of somewhere better to hide it. She  smiled at the thought,  she blind-fully  walked into the apartment without a second thought       in a haze of routine,  stepping over her  mail before  picking it up. But before could turn to put it down something caught her eye… documents? Before she could  process  anything, out came Jane, wet-haired, flushed face and gun raised in and Jean froze, a quiet voice escaping her throat.

                 “….What the hell is going on?”

     Her mouth parted in surprise. Jean Grey. The woman who had entered her life and become someone important in a short amount of time. She let her gun drop to her side her shoulder’s drooping as she made herself relax. Jane had never told Jean what she did, she never told anyone that wasn’t in her immediate family what she did. She was proud of what she did, protecting the people in her city, but she knew for a fact most people would not agree with what she did. And she had no intention of losing someone like Jean because of what she did. She couldn’t lose the woman standing in her house. There weren’t many good things that Jane still had in her life, but Jean. God Jean was one of the best things she had in her life. The red head always managed to put a smile on her face and put her in a good mood. She wouldn’t let herself lose Jean. And if it came down to it and Jean somehow put the pieces together and asked her, Jane wouldn’t lie, only when Jean put the pieces together. Until then Jane would protect the other woman and try to hide just how much a monster she was. She put the gun in the back of her pants, safety on, and moved around the room, grabbing the various papers that she had laying around, wanting to get rid of anything that had to do with the job she had preformed earlier that day. “Look, Red, I uh, wasn’t expecting anyone over.” A cover story she needed a cover story. Shit. Think Jane, think.

                       ”Just um, some security detail I’m working.                         Needed a background check.”

     Believable. She glanced around before spotting her sniper on the table and throwing a jacket over it. Okay, so she was pretty much screwed. “Not that I’m not happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you Jeany.” While she was not only trying to get the other’s mind off of what she had just seen, and what she was still trying to clean up, it was the truth. Seeing Jean had become the highlight of most of her days. This could not be happening. She needed to hide her spare key better, or at lest make sure she cleaned up as soon as she got home, regardless of how tired she was or how long the job had taken.

Her entire body froze at the sight of the fiery hair in her living room. Arm still raised with the pistol in it.

                   ”Fuck.”

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TO ALL CURRENT RPG PLAYERS! MASTERLIST UPDATE

This is the current masterlist for RPG's going. Some have been deleted, this is because I failed to see a response to the thread in several months time, the blog was deleted, or the blog has changed! If you see your name, and know you replied, please tell me. Sometimes I forget or don't see them, and after the emotional whirlwind of my grandmother dying, I may not have seen your reply. IF YOU SEE THAT YOUR BLOG IS GONE FROM THE MASTERLIST BUT STILL WANTED A THREAD, JUST MESSAGE ME! I keep a spare link to my files, and will bring it right back up for you!

FOR THOSE WHO I HAVE JUST REPLIED TO: DO NOT WORRY! Your threads are safe and out of the firing zone. Blogs that haven't replied to me, excluding the ones who have had threads with me since the beginning of this blog, in the past few months, however, will need to message me about their threads.

If I do not hear from the roleplayers below that haven't messaged me regarding their threads, the threads will be deleted as will your name on the masterlist. This isn't because I want to drop them, but because I need to keep my blog clean and open for others. If you want to keep the thread going between our blogs, MESSAGE ME IMMEDIATELY! Your threads will be deleted by the end of the month if I fail to see a reply or message. I completely understand if you have tons of drafts, on hiatus, or simply don't have the time right this moment to reply. Please: simply just message me saying so and I will keep the thread in my files.

You all are also tagged in this post, because I understand not being able to see this. You all have jobs, lives, etc. and I cannot work around that because it's life. So I've tagged you, so that you can see it in case you cannot see it or didn't see it when I initially posted it. Please understand that I do not want any thread to be deleted but, to keep the blog running and on the tip top, I may have to. If you want to keep the thread, but cannot find the thread to reply to, just message me. I will find them for you and send you a link to the last response.

Thank you, Pyramid Head Mun, Thomas

The blogs below are all blogs that CURRENTLY have RPG threads going with me:

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