#get-bambalam

[notpetals]

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   Earth’s winters could be harsh, violently cold if one was far enough north. Even so the raging wind and ice was null against the hazardous dark that pulsed inside him. On Sparrow’s engines does the shadow come to a small settlement hidden among mountainous stretches of land, fortified by natural outcroppings. A perfect place to live, if there ever was one. 

   Pulling the vehicle up alongside the front of a barrier placed some distance between the path and the first building he sits up and looks over it, wondering how many may be inside. There were no Guardians here. That is all he can tell from the outside of the place, frown forming under his mask. Dismounting and climbing over the barrier he starts his way towards the structures. Empty or not it would be better than traveling on in the falling snow. 

[corrodent]

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Caustic plants his boot squarely against the man’s sternum, testing just how much weight it takes to make Mirage heave and squirm for breath. Meanwhile, his Wingman – still hot – points directly at the man’s head. Insurance.

“ Serendipitous. ” He stresses each syllable. “ Say it. ”

[godsenthunter-blog]

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Bloodhound enjoyed sparring with their teammates. It helped them learn how to fight them better, or defend them better. Knowing each legends' fighting style was crucial, and the hunter was frequently in need of practice. After spending so much time tracking and hunting large game, it was always a shock to fight against critically thinking legends and their quick reflexes.

Not that Bloodhound was truly ever taken off guard by their antics, but it never hurt to brush up on the basics. Hand-to-hand combat was, sadly, mainly uncommon in the Apex games. They enjoyed a good challenge either way and was more than willing to help some legends practice their own techniques, all in good fun, of course.

"I won't go easy on you," They warned quietly, stepping into the grassy environment that they'd chosen as the 'proving grounds.' "We practice as friends, yes?" Bloodhound circled the makeshift ring before settling their stance and lifting their fists in preparation, "You strike me first for this round. Then I engage you the next. Then, we critique each other."

Slowly, they made a 'come on' motion with their hand. "Good luck."

[tnoxic]

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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS | Accepting.

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The trapper’s gaze was locked on the other as leaned down to the other’s level. A gloved hand went to a canister on his chest, twisting the top a tad to just allow a small stream of concentrated gas spray directly in the trickster’s face. It had taken him a while to actually pin down Mirage but it finally was done.A smirk crossed the man’s features as he watched the other begin to cough and struggle. It almost made Caustic laugh at how pathetic it was to see Mirage struggle but unable to escape. “I’ll stop if you tell me what I want to know.”That was the only thing he said, twisting the top to allow a bit more of the gas out.

[stepquieter-blog]

@get-bambalam liked for a small starter

     ❝Bad news is they took all your shit.❞

     She tosses him a loaded pistol as he climbs down from the respawn plane. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

     ❝The good news is that they’ll probably start keeping a tally of Most Dramatic Deaths now, thanks to you.❞

[ccynophobia-blog]

' say only the worthy can pick up Mjǫllnir, but you can pick me up any time '

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“Ah, is that so?” They began, a far-from subtle hint of smug amusement evident in their voice as the illusionist delivered his spiel.

“Your consent is very much appreciated. Considering how often I have had to carry you across fields of gunfire, I would hate to be crossing boundaries.”