#inkedstone

[niratias]

@inkedstone continued

Mox stares down at Orange for a good, long moment, considering taking the ragebait...and instead kicks a foot forward, hitting the lawn chair, toppling it over in a bid to send the smaller man tumbling towards the edge of the rooftop.

So much for niceties.

[piperafterdark]

@inkedstone

"You're too obvious. People are going to recognize us."

She says this as if she isn't wearing what she always does with the addition of a baseball hat and sunglasses that more or less match Orange's. She'd grabbed them because she thought it'd be funny, and it might be, but it also makes them look either like really shitty undercover pigs or two people trying not to get looked at.

"Whatever. Come on, it was around here somewhere." She turns from the main street into a courtyard smack dab in the middle between some of the City Center sky scrapers.

It's empty for now, the few trees caught in the middle of a concrete hell rustling softly. Piper peers over her sunglasses, hand shifting around the can of food in her jacket pocket.

"How do you even call a cat to you?"

[lightning-arias]

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This... was not what Nettle had expected when the presence of one who had brought many a deaths met a harvest. Not in this day and age at least. Not with this odd feel to the deaths at least. They tower over the crops in the field, hair more mist today than hair. Exchanging a look with the scarecrow they had manifested by, the very crows it meant to scare away all begin to circle, the ones that can alighting all over Nettle. A few miraculously even perching in the mist of their hair.

Glowing lights from the depths of their eye socket search for a living humanoid and find one not to far off, tending to a garden. The deity moves like a breeze through the crop, stirring up worms in the dirt as they walk, the plants trembling.

"Is this your field?" they ask the figure, standing now a mere ten feet away, and yet their voice, echoing and whispering with thousands of voices seems like it's coming from right next to him. The grass at their feet begins a cycle of death and rebirth the longer they stand.

[chvmpiionsx]

@inkedstone continued from here.

From the moment Kenny arrived at this little event. He was already over it. He didn’t drink in the first place, but for some reason he chose to be surrounded by a bunch of drunk coworkers. The last person he expected to be drunk that evening was Orange, so to see the other man be as talkative as he was tonight? Well, it was a little off putting for the Canadian to say the least. “Thank you so much for that, brilliant insight.” A stiff chuckle slipped from his lips. Just like any other time Kenny couldn’t tell what the other man was thinking, better yet feeling — thanks to the emotionless look to his face. But for some reason he just felt in his gut that the other man was wasted.

“Exactly how many glasses have you had tonight, bud?”

[escapedartgeek]

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It always felt a little awkward pointing out when someone was bleeding. Zora figured that was the kind of thing someone had to feel at some point, right? Apparently not, if the situation unfolding in front of them was anything to go by.

Besides, they couldn't just let Orange bleed out even more than he had without drawing notice to it. Maybe that way he could get some assistance with it sooner rather than later.

"Yeah..it's been slowly coming out. " A small grimace as they leaned just to get a better look at the state of his nose. Best to answer as accurately as they could.

"It's.. it's a little crooked. I don't know how much is the worst.. it does generally look like how your nose normally does. But there's a slight shift that is a bit noticeable. "

[fartemis-crock]

"Hey" he's crammed in upside down in a cupboard, feet planted on the top and his head cooked in a very uncomfortable position. "You lookin' for a bow' or something? I got uh...Pam. And uh...Pancake mix. You're looking in the wrong door."

@inkedstone

silence. a beat of silence. in which she is simply staring at the man who is upside down in the pantry. trying to decide whether or not she should grab him by the ankle and rip him out.

"---that pancake mix also waffle mix?"

[narrativeabducted]

”Hurricane Katrina?” He’s currently spinning a flour tortilla in his hand, making it spin a few times. “More like Hurricane Tortilla,” notably pronouncing it tor-till-ah. His hand slips and the tortilla loses balance .

It falls with an unsatisfactory splat on the floor. (For percy)

unprompted // @inkedstone

Percy watches this with a wide-eyed stare, head tilted just slightly to the side as he attempts to figure out what the joke is. He knows there is one, he thinks it possible the man is actually referencing something he doesn't know, but he can't place it.

He watches the tortilla splat onto the ground and one hand moves to his hip, the other raises to point a finger accusatorily at Cassidy.

"you are making a joke!" He exclaims, nodding to himself, still trying to work out just what the joke is. "i do not think... is that how you say that word? is that the joke?"

[lightning-arias-a]

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He pulls up his face mask as they get into position, ready to jump to the first rung. Unlike Iros, he has no issues defacing this realtor, he's heard of some of his shitty practices. Besides, Jordan hated looking at his stupid face. He still hasn't been able to pin exactly what Iros is, so he can't help but want to see how he'd do that. "Hell yeah," he say backing away to be able to watch him. "Show me."