#fuzzzydices

[mortaem-a]

⸸      jarvis   for   @fuzzzydices

“    i’m   afraid   that   mr.   stark   is   currently   in   a   meeting  ,    madam.      however  ,    you   are   welcome   to   wait   here   until   his   return.      is   there   anything   i   might   assist   you   with?   ”

[theyadonis]

@fuzzzydices

❛ Mar, I wanna show you something. ❜    Harry gently grips Marley by her shoulders, steering her into the research station and guiding her up to the table. He can barely contain the excitement in his voice as he stops them in front of an area full of plastic bottles and containers. To the side of the plastic waste is a vial of liquid. Gingerly, Harry hands plastic goggles and gloves to Marley and proceeds to put his own on as well. 

Once they’re protected, Harry prepares a dropper full of the liquid and places it in Marley’s hand. He guides her, of course, taking her hand and moving it over one of the plastic bottles. With his fingers, he squeezes Marley’s forefinger and thumb together over the dropper, causing a tiny drop of the liquid to emerge and fall onto the bottle. The plastic the liquid lands on completely dissolves. 

❛ If we can perfect this... purify it a little more so it is harmless to living creatures... ❜    He takes the dropper from her, giddy with excitement,    ❛ ... we could dissolve the plastic waste from the oceans. Imagine that? ❜    This was huge. 

[himboceo-a]

@fuzzzydices​  sent :    “ i  may  have  the  right  to  remain  silent ,  but  i  don’t  have  the  ability. ” 

❛ Yeah, clearly. ❜    He speaks to her in a low voice as the two are placed into handcuffs. They had been given the usual spiel, and the two ‘officers’ stepped away from them for a moment to discuss .. whatever the hell their actual plans were. The two had put together that whoever these people were, they were not officers of the law -- and they had to hatch an escape plan. Quickly.    

There are a few moments of silent contemplation on Brock’s end, and he stares down at the cuffs around his wrists.   ❛ You know what? We could use that. ❜    

You’re running out of time, Brock.       One of their captors has turned around and started to make his way back towards them, and Brock quickly turns his head towards Marley. When he speaks, he barely moves his lips.   

❛ I need you to be as distracting as possible. Shouldn’t be too hard for you. ❜

Okay. Maybe not the best way to say that.

❛ Just don’t stop until my signal. You’ll know it. ❜

[arc-sunsymbols]

don’t go.

soft angst—☼

       “I don’t think staying is much of an option.” No case was ever completely finished until the hunter was far beyond their town and the law enforcement that would no doubt follow. And especially with jobs where there was a body left behind (as was so common with demon possessions), it was best to escape quick and quietly. “Listen, I’m sorry you got wrapped up in all this and I know it’s a lot, but .  .  . it’ll be okay. And a little salt in front of the doorway never hurts.”