#herslaughter

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❛ Wow, you talk. I thought you were just a background extra. ❜ for arlo

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, — ❛ Shite! ❜ — all but sure he was alone ... except for, well, his lingering companions. His face flushed hot, sudden embarrassment crashing over him as he processed the fact that he had been caught speaking to those who were, to most people, not there. ❛ You'll give someone a heart attack! Creepin' around like that. ❜ Arlo called back with a deflective wave of his arm, hoping the sensitive details of his odd one-sided conversation had gone unheard.

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“i think someone’s listening.”

answered! <3

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✶ ⁺ ☽ ₊ ◑ ‎ ·‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @herslaughter ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ .✦ ݁˖‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ / &. /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “i think someone’s listening.”

“mon dieu,” ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ aurora lights up — only literally, not otherwise, because it is terrifyingly dim out here and marty had to bless her with the bad news on top of that. ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “what makes you say that?”

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@herslaughter / starter call.

" aw, sonuvabitch, " grouses, desperation cloistering the rumbling edge of his tone a timbre higher. dean is slack, legs splayed akimbo, torso only just hoisted up by the pockmarked bridge pebbling into the leather cloaking his sagging shoulder. denim rends open over a black-oozed wound at his thigh. dark red mats the fabric. his knuckles, too, slake with crimson, shuddering the shells together in his palm as he shucks open the shot gun barrel. slicked in, grip unsteady, dean huddles the weapon back to his chest & holds the nozzle high. " it's been one hell of a tuesday & i ain't about to go under to another ancient freak. "

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@herslaughter // from here

The cursed, shapeshifting man can't help but emit an amused cackle as Marty comments on how "her" ass looks great in a specific pair of jeans. With no one immediately nearby to overhear the slip, Patchwork Jack lets his accent bleed through as he replies, "right? I might need to get myself a pair of these. Sorry I am judgin' you for choosin' fish out of all things. You allergic to a good burger or somethin'?"

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✶ ⁺ ☽ ₊ ◑ ‎ ·‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @herslaughter ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ .✦ ݁˖‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ / &. /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “tell me something i don’t know.”

“marty, you are asking me to bore you,” jeanne-maries warns with a quiet sigh, before obliging anyway: “when i was living up there in the international space station, we’d see sixteen sunrises and sixteen sunsets every day, which roughly meant we experienced the light transition every ninety minutes or so.”

“it’s because of how fast the station orbits around the earth,” aurora says. “i believe it happened more frequently when i was with the alpha flight space program.”

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“so, what’s the catch?”

answered! <3

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͙͘͡★ ‎ ·‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @herslaughter ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ / &. /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “so, what’s the catch?”

aurora supposes that’s a fair question to ask;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ though the mutant may have had her powers for the majority of her life and learned to handle them to the best of her ability,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ they still take a toil on the body, whether it’s her own or that of other people, especially considering the beaubier twins are a decent mode of transportation thanks to their ability to being able to fly anywhere in less than a blink of an eye.

“well, for one, when i’m carrying someone, i don’t move faster than sixty miles an hour ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ — or twenty six meters per second, whichever you understand — ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ so that my passenger do not get crushed by air resistance or lose oxygen,” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she informs marty after much consideration, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ before continuing — ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “also, if i tried running at my full speed — ninety-nine percent of the speed of light, theoretically speaking — then it’s good riddance for both me and planet earth, i’m afraid.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ neither my brother nor i can ever cross the safety thresholds we’ve figured out and set for ourselves.”