#eversurviving

[musemade]

@eversurviving / CALL

PUNCHES LEON, SENDING HIM directly through the wall of the police station

[nghtmaere]

❛      @eversurviving​  asked:  ‘i’m  sorry,  i  really  am.’  (For  Hunnigan  pls!!)

even  if  she  had  wanted  to  keep  a  grudge,  there  was  no  possible  way  that  her  conscious  and  morals  would  allow  her  of  such.  there  was  already  too  much  pain  and  suffering  in  the  world,  ingrid  didn’t  need  to  try  and  add  on  to  it,  especially  for  something  that  should  have  been  expected  of  the  very  person  she  put  trust  in  for  so  long.

it  was  his  job,  what  he  felt  was  right.

who  was  she  to  get  in  the  way  of  life  or  death?  to  get  in  the  way  of  situations  that  could  change  in  a  split  second?

❛  i  can’t  keep  covering  for  you  each  time  you  give  me  radio  silence.  ❜      it’s  more  or  less  irritation  that  rests  in  her  voice  at  this  moment  but  it  begins  to  taper  off  as  she  realizes  this  wasn’t  going  to  solve  the  issue.  there  was  a  certain  level  of  trust  that  had  come  with  working  by  leon’s  side  through  the  years,  trust  that  could  be  broken  so  easily  with  the  wrong  words  or  tone.

features  begin  to  soften  ever  so  slightly,  though  ingrid  manages  to  keep  a  rather  stoic  demeanor  about  herself,  something  that  rarely  leaves.       ❛  i  just  need  you  to  be  a  bit  more  careful.  the  recklessness,  i  can  handle,  but  when  people  ask  and  i  don’t  have  all  the  answers,  that’s  when  it  starts  to  fall  apart.  there’s  only  so  many  excuses  i  can  use.  ❜

[dantes--rebellion]

|| Closed Starter for @eversurviving​ || 

“What the hell is all this?” Dante speaks aloud, to no one in particular and his voice echoes off the blood-spattered, clinical looking walls of the warehouse. He was called earlier by a local shopkeeper about a disturbance downtown, his neck of the woods, coming from this building. It looked abandoned from the outside, but the inside was anything but. 

It appeared to be some kind of lab, but whatever mad scientists had inhabited the joint had cleared out (or been cleared out) in a hurry. Most all the equipment was smashed, glass pieces decorated the tiled floor mixed with pools of blood, and what Dante could only describe as slime. 

More to that mystery, he the room didn’t particularly smell like demon, at least not anything he was used to. 

He was down on one knee looking at some papers that were also strewn across the floor when he heard a footstep crunch on some glass behind him. 

“Sneaking up on a stranger welding a big sword is a good way to get your head lopped off, pal.” 

[agonybow]

‘ hey, that looked dicey out there---guess i came just in time. are you able to walk? ‘

@eversurviving​ // starter call.

[foxymuses]

❛ if i can still breathe , i’m fine . ❜ -- how about older leon, for nate or sam drake?

“that’s the spirit,” the elder drake gives the man a sharp pat on the shoulder. a part of him is relieved that he’s not going to have to carry the man out of here; experience says that’s never a good sign, and an invitation for all shit to go to hell. not that things haven’t taken a shit turn, but he’s been through worse. “still got ammo? kind of have a feeling getting out of here isn’t in our favor.”

[foxymuses]

@eversurviving bc retconning shit is just what the popular kids do

he’s not about to deny the man’s words, since they’re true. an easy grin crosses his features, doing his best shrug from his position. “i like my version.” it’ll all be his version in the end, whether people like it or not. and he knows most won’t. in fact, delsin’s counting on it. the more resistance the normals put up, the better. there’s no point in having all this power swirling around inside of him if he doesn’t get to use it.

it’s only a minor comfort to know the other didn’t care for augustine, though delsin’s hardly taking it as much. lots of people didn’t like augustine, but he doesn’t see them trying to come after him alone with only a gun. they’re smarter than that at least. this dso must be full of morons. but alright, leon wants to play games. augustine did too, and that didn’t end well for her. the conduit’s not sure if the man knows what he’s doing, but it sure will be fun to find out. just burning people down is a little boring sometimes (okay, no it’s not, but it’s also not an option right now).

“trying to help me, huh?” he arches a brow, not bothering to waste energy on being annoyed. he lifts his encased hands for emphasis. “helping me would be taking these fucking things off. then we could really talk. man to man.” he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he means man to conduit. maybe lean was good enough to get a drop on delsin, but with his hands free? this would be over, almost even a little too quickly. “but hey, i’m a reasonable guy. y’know, mostly. you wanna talk, well we already established that i love my voice. let’s talk.”

a dramatic sigh as if it’s tedious to come up with a decent topic before he’s launching into things with “well i’m a leo, so we’re probably not compatible. i know, i know, you’re devastated. it’s okay.” tosses a wink at the man just for fun before continuing. “my favorite food is sushi, though i have been known to indulge in some peanut butter straight from the jar. i make a mean pb&j.”

a pause as he considers other irrelevant facts that he can deliver with far more importance than they’re worth. “i do also happen to like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.” somehow, delsin manages to keep his features arranged in an innocent charm, though the mischief in his eyes never truly goes away, even as he drops a shoulder in a shrug. “not really a ‘long walks on the beach’ kind though, sorry if that’s the deal breaker.” 

[foxymuses]

@eversurviving for delsin!

the guy got the drop on him, that’s all this is. delsin may be the most powerful conduit out there, but common sense isn’t exactly his friend here, okay? shit happens. and after seattle, he imagines the people who handle these sort of crisis situations are aware that augustine used to just bind the hands of her prisoners for some level of control. of course, given that delsin is the only conduit that he knows of that currently can handle manipulating concrete, he’s not exactly sure what they’re thinking. this set up won’t last long. he is, however, curious as to the plan these normals think they have to stop him. so common sense? no. but strategy --- well, maybe a little.

so here he is, doing his best to lean as casually as he can against the wall with his hands contained as if that’ll be enough to stop him, waiting for the next step in the grand plan of this random guy who was lucky enough to catch him off guard. “hey, so if we’re just gonna stand here for who knows how long, do i get a name?” manners, right? manners always win people over. never mind the coldness in the conduit’s eyes, the smirk at the corner of his lips. he can be friendly. “i’d introduce myself but --” delsin eyes the contained hands. “seems you already know.”

[saddadjeans]

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