#iamwolv3rin3

[padmeonline]

Location: Wolverine’s Shop Players: Padme and @iamwolv3rin3​

She waited for his last customer to walk away--her attempts to be grateful would sort of be a moot point if she scared away his customers--but once the coast was clear, she moved to the front of the shop and set a large triple chocolate cake onto the countertop. “This doesn’t begin to express how thankful I am to you, but it’s a start,” she began. Before he had time to answer, she rushed forward and hugged him tightly. 

[pteroblaqtyl]

we are n o t x-men

@iamwolv3rin3

Blaq, as social as she was, constantly kept to herself. Especially in circus, since Seraph's death and triple so since she never helped avenge her. Loyalties changed, pride had fallen, and walls had been rebuilt. She had loyalty to few circus members but even less to the clan itself, the betrayals were too damn high and basic moral non-existent. When Blaq had joined circus, in the beginning there was a small semblance of empathy, and yeah there was anarchy too, but no mindless cruelty and slaughtering of members. Not that it mattered anymore. People saw circus for what they wanted it to be, the scary scapegoat for violence, bloodshed, and ‘lazies.’ Not for what they have done, or were capable of. How the times have changed.

it worked in her favor and the favor of others. They didn’t have to worry about her scheming or rage if they avoided her. And for a small (unnecessary but vital to her image) fee, Blaq had no problem digging around anything or anyone for info, as long as the price was right, and as long as it fit her own motives. She stopped her pacing to lean against the wall, outstretching an arm to flip, spin and play with her daggers, her patience hiding her uneasiness, waiting for Wolverine to show. She was fifteen minutes early, and she truly expected him to be late, her patience would wane by then.

[padmeonline]

Location: Floor 61 Battlefield 

Players: @iamwolv3rin3 and Padme 

Padme had always believed they stood the best chance of getting out of this game if they stayed in a group; she believed in the guilds, believed that all of their power together was worth far more than any one alone, no matter how good they might be. When they fought together, they were stronger together, when they leaned on one another, they could stand twice as long. But there was always the other side of the coin: when one fell, the rest could go tumbling down like Dominos.

The last thing Padme saw of the battle was Luna’s shadow disappearing above her; she hadn’t had the time or the luxury to watch what happened next, to see if the knife found its mark, but she knew it would. She had to trust Luna. Her job was to focus on making sure there was a way down. It took all her magic bar to keep a vine that big up in the air, to keep it steady, so when the raptors arrived, they already had the advantage. When the big guy, roaring in agony, swiped out with a tail as thick as two men and five times as long, it caught her around the middle and sent her flying.

And the vine fell. 

Everything after was a blur. Later, she’d only remember the loud crunch as her head hit root, remembered visions of green and red, remember the hissing--the raptors chatting over their meal. She didn’t feel the bites, didn’t feel much of anything, only that the blood beneath her head was cool and the air was hot and muggy, and there was something coming near. Something human. Another player. 

She tried to wave them away, to tell them to run, but the words wouldn’t leave her lips, and her arms wouldn’t move. They were getting closer and closer to becoming dessert, and she couldn’t do anything to stop them.