#enduranceofsurvival

[niratias]

@enduranceofsurvival || Butcher continued

Palmer grunts acknowledgement, cradling his arm and trying to not stare in dumbfounded awe at the state of his elbow. He's bounced back from worse, but he's not getting any younger. There's going to come a day his body decides it's had enough, and even his fucked up implants aren't going to save him.

In a world haunted and terrorized by metahumans, it's no wonder these two (not quite) kindred spirits have found a cause to gun for together. ...For now, at least.

"Focus on safety. Need a back-alley doctor, not a hospital. Not keen on getting hung for war crimes this year, hate to say!" Palmer grits his teeth when the vehicle bumps over a median, sending pain up through his shoulder. That was bad enough he's nearly puked. If he can survive this car chase without hurling from the pain, he'll be coming out on top.

[themonstersamongus]

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Dean had gotten himself pretty boned with this case that he had convinced himself he could easily solo. How wrong he was. It was a nest crawling with both vampires and werewolves and he was royally screwed. Pressing his phone firm to his chest when a vampire walked by, trying to muffle the sound of Charlie talking on the other end, Dean held his breath until the monster walked by. He knew they were looking for him.

"—Charlie," Dean spoke gruffly, his voice hardly a whisper. He was done with the whole code speaking thing. Either Charlie acted fast, or Dean would be turned into a werewolf or vampire and neither sounded fun, "I need you to gather up a handful of hunters and come help my dumb ass. This nest is crawling with vamps and werewolves an' I'm on thin ice."

[angstlived]

@enduranceofsurvival + starter call (athos edition)

Experienced fingers work against the wood of his musket as he rubs the cleaning oils into the pistols he is well known for firing. It calms him when things are tense and the tension between himself and Porthos has caused quite the struggle for the Musketeer. He hates when strife finds a place between their ranks but sometimes even brothers fight.

He notices Athos and gives him a wry smile. "I did not take you for peacemaker, brother. Though, you are the level headed of us all."

[burnlikeme]

@enduranceofsurvival || Dottie continued

"Sure!" Stu flags for a bartender, stretching up and straightening his posture in the process. He really does slouch quite pathetically day to day, meaning his tall frame can come as a surprise to those around him on occasion. He's the only Toon in the room- not an unusual state of being, surely- but he's NOT the only celebrity, and as such, he's not the hot-button person to stare at tonight. There are younger, more photogenic sorts to bother. For the time being, he's going to enjoy his reprieve.

She's gorgeous and, from that smile, trouble. He's not looking to get laid tonight (not that he'd have any luck with her, not that he knows her preference for women) and that is probably for the best.

"I don't want to assume. Do you want to order for yourself?"

[retriibutions]

@enduranceofsurvival liked my 2025 starter call.

in childhood, rebecca had constantly looked up to her elder brother - thought of him as a hero, even long before he'd joined the war effort. she had wanted to emulate him in all things, and so, when hydra knocked on the door and promised her that james buchanan barnes was alive and well - lying to her that he was working something secret and important for their country - she had trusted them and gone along.

unlike bucky, she had chosen to be a winter soldier - albeit they had lied and tricked her into it - it was still, in its origin, a choice. something she had later learned that bucky had never been granted. and although she, too, had gone through torture and brainwashing, she could never live free of that guilt. it was why she had never before tried to see bucky or let him know she lived.

and now here they were, face to face - a surprise to her, for she hadn't seen this coming today.

there's a moment of silence as she stares at her beloved elder brother - unable to fathom what he could possibly be thinking or what he may know of her own involvement in the winter soldier program.

"i'm sorry," the words are blurted out - too little to cover the whole of her feelings, of her sadness and guilt, as she instinctively takes a single step back. "i didn't know what i was agreeing to. what they had already done to you. i'm sorry."

[musedbyalli]

Continued from: There she stood waiting by the Impala. The hunt hadn't gone completely how Charlie hoped.. it certainly wasn't the first time a monster had put her arm in a cast. But that was the nature of the job right? So it was a little surprising when Dean made an appearance, flowers handed to her. Blinking a few times she takes them, a look of confusion in her gaze. Surely he didn't think this was his fault.. did he? "Thank you?" Charlie speaks, quirking an eyebrow.

@enduranceofsurvival

Dean hadn't necessarily gone out of his way to look for flowers, but he had gotten the idea to get some when he saw the display at the store. He hoped that it would brighten Charlie's day after the last hunt she had helped him with, but he really had no idea what kind of flowers to pick so he just went with the most colorful one available.

"You're welcome." Dean couldn't miss the confusion coming from Charlie. "I was hopin' they could make you feel better. Y'know, with what happened on that last hunt..." That he was blaming himself for dragging her into, even though it wasn't like he planned for it to go the way it had.

[niratias]

@enduranceofsurvival continued

"C'mon, stay with me, Starstuff." He knows who she is. He's chronically offline, yeah, but he has to read the news and stay on top of threats in his territory. That means having a handle on the supers and metas in his vicinity- as well as villains who might just want a piece of the Death Riders pie.

He doesn't know what was chasing her, but he saw her crash right into the condemned apartment building. The condemned apartment building where, he knows, there's a meth lab.

Why does he know that?

Figure it the fuck out.

It's going to blow. It's going to blow and take the whole fucking block with it, and here he is, hauling an honest-to-god alien from space with him, skin blistering, lungs burning, a deep, rattling cough leaving him the instant he can clear his lungs.

They CANNOT stay here, or they WILL die. At minimum, HE will die. He's not so sure about her, but right now, looking at her prone form, realizing he's got a hell of a lot of power in his hands...

He decides he knows a fighter when he sees one.

Kory will not die this day.

The Heritage Classic is brand new. Lovingly polished and customized, all black and pewter. It won't fail him now. He's got her tucked between himself and the handlebars, trusting if she wakes she'll understand he has no illicit intentions, and he's gunning them away as fast as the engine will allow, helmet forgotten, panic buliding, coughing, coughing, coughing...

The building blows and it rattles him to the core. He stays steady...

[angstlived]

@enduranceofsurvival + starter call (constance edition)

"I do not need to be thanked for aiding with your sewing. It makes a nice change of pace from sewing up one of my brothers in the field of battle. Less wriggling, for a start." Aramis also enjoys the company of the young woman. Despite how their gascon had fallen so deeply for her she took them all in and treated them as the men they are and not the reputation they had.

Well, sometimes. "The break from the monotony of guard duty is a welcome reprieve."