#farronwhitefalcon

[songbirdwithcaptions]

[ I just love you okay I love you times infinity ]

THANK YOU. BUT WILL YOU STILL LOVE SONGBIRD WHEN BIOSHOCK SEQUEL COME OUT.

WHAT ABOUT BIOSHOCK VERSUS.

OH JUST KIDDING, THAT NEVER COME OUT. *SCREECH*<(°◇°)>  

[soldierof-flight-blog]

farronwhitefalcon started following you.

"--Hm? You're not from around here, are you?"

[corruptlamb]

farronwhitefalcon replied to your post: farronwhitefalcon replied to your post [ I feel...

[ mr? ]

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? :l

[corruptlamb]

farronwhitefalcon replied to your post

[ I feel like its seducing me ok ]

oh mr lightning oh

[haharlarious]

ooc: (∩ -∩ ) - I really like you(r blog) (>^ ▽^) > - I want to hug you ic: ( T_T ) - You annoy me

[/Heeey bbyy :3 <(^u^<)]

“Likewise, Pinky.”

[capablekitten-blog]

Virulence. II Selina and Lightning

"How much more time does the program need?"

The voice is authoritative, stern. Somehow, it manages to sound over all the machines in the room, and boom over the mechanical whir of gears, and the electrical cracklings of computerized monitors. It seems to draw the attention of every labcoat-clad individual in the room, all of whom acknowledge the voice as being superior. In a moment, one of them nods, and answers.

"Two minutes, nine seconds," he confirms, watching a green-number LCD countdown. "Preparing Entry Chamber B for extraterrestrial reception."

Clank, clank, clank.

The feet belonging to the original voice make loud metallic clangs against the grated floor as the form steps over towards 'Entry Chamber B,' a large test-tube filled with a paralytic pink fluid. A set of robotic fingers then tap against the glass,  attached to an arm which belongs to none other than...

Lex Luthor.

And the way he's looking at this latest little pet-project of his is almost disturbingly gleeful. Not to say his usual countenance isn't particularly disturbing, but right now it seems even moreso. Turning his head, the only part of him not encased in his powerful exo-suit, towards the operator from earlier... He offers a slow, almost magnanimous nod. Just as the timer hits zero.

"Engage."

A flip of a lever on the wall, followed by a series of switches, and the tube is lit up like a Christmas tree on fire. The sight only intensifies the old man's grin, especially a woman practically phases into existence inside the tube. Ripped from her own plane of existence, sans any and all equipment (including, most unfortunately, clothing). Despite the fact that she is fully conscious (though unable to move, thanks to the paralytic), Lex does not pay her any immediate heed, instead taking a moment to converse with the scientist at his left.

"And who is this?"

"Uncertain. The program merely analyzes cellular composition, in an attempt to locate the universe's best organic power storage units. This one," he draws in a sharp whistle through his teeth, reading some numbers off a computer screen. Bio-organic readings of the captive subject, by the looks of it. "... is impressive. I'd say our first go is a roaring success. You're a genius, Mr. Luthor."

"I'm well aware of that. And this... is excellent," Lex responds, now turning towards the woman in the tube. "Simply excellent..."

[soluminmcrte]

Mon Dieu, many of you have made an appearance. Is there a purpose that you have come?

[icylotus]

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∞[Message][Sent to: Lightning]: Youd be my firshrst mate, if we were pirates.[Message][Sent to: Lightning]: Your boobsa re flowing.[Message][Sent to: Lightning]: I meant glowning.[Message][Sent to: Lightning]: *glowing#[Message][Sent to: Lightning]: I don’t understand what the big deal is about making fun of your sisters boyfriend. You do it all the time.