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[diktown]

!!! Flashing Lights !!!

How is it that you go about defining GOOD and EVIL?

Are you TORMENTED by MEMORIES?

[diktown]

Oh, Ladyette...

You are in Terrible Danger.

[diktown]

Just a little escapade of allll the adventures I've had over the past two years.

Woke up after a 50 year nap in this strange series of timelines. Had no idea what the hell it would lead to. Loved and lost, made families and lost 'em. Learned more about my own home origins, my powers. Finally started tapping into my Player Potential...

Permanently lost my left arm in a war over the omniverse.

Man.

Have I got some freakin' STORIES to tell all you.

[flyntcoalx-blog]

partners // open

The drinks are shit and the strippers are plain at best, but still Flynt finds himself at the Vanilla Unicorn more often than he'd like, nursing a beer and frowning at the men crowded around the poles for the fourth time this week. He doesn't even like this kind of thing, really, but he doesn't have anywhere else to go - his current roommate has kicked him out for the night, and this is the only bar within walking distance of the apartment. 

He's about ready to leave when his phone buzzes in his pocket. It's funny, he thinks, how one little text can turn his whole night around.

job 4 u. businessman selling off 'private' information. location to follow. delete this txt.

He does as he's told and stands to go, casual as anything even though it's all he can do not to grin like an idiot. This is exactly what he needed - it's not like he enjoys taking lives for a living, but christ, he could use the money. And besides, this guy sounds like an asshole, so where's the harm? The second text is an address, as expected, but the rest of it all but kills his excitement just as quickly as it had manifested.

sending a friend to help u out. guessing ur at the vu again? cause thats where theyre headed. im sure ull get along great

A friend? Flynt Coal works alone, he thinks bitterly, there's too much risk involved with partners, and already he doesn't have high hopes for this particular job. He fumbles for his cigarettes, and is already lighting up when he leaves the strip club, head down, and promptly walks into someone else. Stumbling, he looks up and glares. That face is familiar - sort of. His boss has all sorts of 'friends,' and Flynt knows them all, at least by a passing glance... is this his new partner already? Whatever. He's still gonna be a dick about it.

      "Jesus. Watch where you're going, huh?"