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[pastkiller]

   he was beginning to doubt that anyone had a remote idea on what was occurring in this kriffing town. there were whispers, but those were the only answers that kylo had managed to get just yet. taking the information for himself was a possibility, though it would hardly help him continue to blend in. that would have to be a last resort. sitting on a park bench, ren glared out at those milling about. he was frustrated. “someone has to know what’s going on in this place,” he growled out to those passing by. “or is everyone in this town utterly useless??”

[keanistic]

 It’s loud and violent as it falls to the ground, shattering around them before her gaze lifts back up to the other. “Oh dear.” Feigned concern with a hand coming to rest over her chest, “Such a shame.” Gaze lingers on the other before drifting around them in the store, waiting for the store owner to come forward; she had a bone to pick with them. Or several.

[magizoolcgiist]

    “no -- no, i don’t know where we’re at,” he murmured softly to the bowtruckle currently on his hand. “you can give me all the attitude you would like, but i really have no clue.” newt frowned a bit, gaze scanning around the area. this was most certainly not his time period, from what he could tell. the technology was far more advanced, and the clothing stood up. whenever, wherever he was, newt had to find some sort of answer. and fast. “excuse me??” he called out. “would anyone, perhaps, have the year??”

[whxknxw-blog]

Castiel’s gaze fell to the cell phone gripped tightly in his hand. The last thing he remembered was defeating Metatron, and Sam telling him his best friend was gone. It was a lot to process in such a short time. Now the machine in his hand refused to work, and he couldn’t figure out how to get out of where ever he was. He may not really be able to understand human emotion, but he was sure he was feeling some sort of stress and annoyance at the situation. He was sure his expression was probably showing some sort of confusion. 

[lucilleiisms]

 “Nothing about this is ideal.” It’s pointed out with a soft shrug of her shoulders, azure orbs studying the other before glancing around them. “Obviously we’re all very far from home but let’s think about this rationally, right? If a huge group of people, suddenly go missing the authorities will look into it.” A pause as she thinks it over, “It’s not like only one person vanished -- there’s a whole t o w n of us now, that has to count for something, right?”

[spideredvein]

         gwen is stood on a balcony, hand waving frantically around. a puppy in her other arm that she just saved from a previously burning building. not knowing who it belongs to though that’s why she’s trying to get anyone’s attention that is close by, “hey! hey!” has she always been this invisible? scoffing, she’ll just come to them. gwen’s free arm extends and her web shooters send her swooping down on the ground, landing next to the person with a thud. “i said hey. is this by any chance your puppy? or you know who’s it is? it’s important i find out.”

[threadisms-blog]

           CONSIDERING TONY WAS STUCK WITH BUILDING EVERYTHING FROM THE GROUND UP, IT WAS A GOOD THING HE WASN’T EXPECTED TO DO REALLY ANYTHING. but the problem of not having anything was he was stuck talking to himself. no, people usually didn’t just sit around the lab and take to him, aside from when bruce was around. he had jarvis, then friday, and dum-e and u to talk to. now he had the ficus, but they weren’t really good at conversation.

             so he was getting lonely which actually happened more often than not even with friday, dum-e, and u. now it was just worse because he had no one whatsoever. and without really thinking about it, he wandered outside, walked a bit before he picked someone out and just stepped right in front of them. “okay just stand right there,” he said, holding out his tape measure. “hold this.” he handed it to them before he pulled out a memo pad and a pen. “i need you to grab the end and then put the rest down on the ground and walk like five steps back that way. but wait for me to pick it up.”

[mercyprevails-archive]

CERSEI LANNISTER considers herself an intelligent woman. she does not believe in magic — not real magic, anyway. TRICKS and FARCES by tall skinny men with blue lips who preferred fantasy to reality. when she wakes up in such a strange place she knows immediately that one of those men — a foolish one who does not much savor his own life — has pulled his tapestry over her. she thinks it might be milk of the poppy — after all, she’s only ever had a drop, maybe two, just enough to help her sleep — but she’s heard of it’s grander effects.

still, she is anxious. walking around in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar things, completely alone without even the mountain to protect her, makes her feel VULNERABLE — a feeling she left on the steps of the red keep. she speaks to no one. she keeps her head held high. a lion is never bothered by the opinion of sheep, her father would have said. 

but even cersei lannister was not prepared to see a car for the first time. it whipped past her as she stepped off a curb, missing her by millimeters, and she stumbled backwards, her eyes filling with panic and rage. she wanted to shout but the contraption responsible was long gone, and there was no one to shout at. the only words that almost slipped past her lips were what was THAT?, but she didn’t fancy feeling as foolish as she had when the dragon bitch and ned stark’s bastard had presented her with a living dead man.

she stopped, though, when she realized people could see her. were they her people? was this westeros still? somewhere across the sea? it can’t be. cersei gathered her wits about her again and let out a calm breath.