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[ashitaka-unclouded]

The Summoning @ [Self Para]

Kanamori.

The funny thing about names was they were often the first or last thing one forgot once dead. If it was the first thing, that person had been wildly unhappy with their lot in life and they yearned for the anonymity of death. 

But, usually, your name was what defined you. Whether given by others or yourself, it remained. Even when all else faded: the sound of your children’s laughter, the smell of cherry blossoms, the feel of cool mountain water, the taste of a fresh cut of meat…your name echoed. Even when no one else had called you it for over half a millenia. It came back to you. Even through the battle that had been raging for as long as you had been dead.

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[itsdrstrange-notmrstrange]

A taunt

           For the fifth time that week, Stephen felt the Sanctum’s wards prickle; the warning buzz of something powerful passing nearby. As before, the warning came in mid-afternoon, starting from the south-east corner, moving north along Sullivan Street. He’d ignored it the first four times; there were enough enhanced individuals in New York these days that it wasn’t exactly a surprise. But the regularity with which the presence passed was beginning to feel like a taunt.

           Stephen snapped the Book of Eibon shut and dropped it onto his desk. The Cloak of Levitation sailed across the room and wrapped itself around his shoulders when he rose from his chair. If this being wanted to get his attention, then that was what they were going to get. And if they didn’t want his attention… Well, too bad.

           “Wong, I’m heading out for a bit,” he called down the hall. “Text me if any super-beings fall through the ceiling.”

           “You expecting anyone?” Wong replied from the direction of the library.

            “Nope.” Stephen headed out of the study, down the hall, and down the stairs to the front door. He could have used the Sling Ring, but tracking spells were frail and finicky, and the last thing he wanted was to damage the trail with loose magic of his own. He was glad he took the slow route; when he got outside there wasn't much of a trail to follow, just whispers of something… old. He cast a tracking spell on what trace there was and felt the magic tug him north. He followed, ignoring the odd looks he received from passers-by.

           The spell led him around corners, down side-streets, through alleys, and deep into the heart of Greenwich Village. The trail ended at the door to a nice-enough looking bar—the Frosty Giant. Stephen narrowed his eyes. Surely a roaming jotun wouldn't be so obvious about it, not when all of Asgard had taken up residence on this planet. Beginning to wish he'd brought the Eye of Agamotto with him, he crossed the street and stepped through the door of the bar.

           There wasn't anything frosty about the interior—lots of raw timber, warm lighting, brick. The sort of place that would appeal to folks with food blogs. It was crawling with hipsters, and Stephen was fairly certain the guys in the far booth were making some kind of illicit deal—for drugs or weapons or worse, he couldn't tell. The woman in the far corner was something more than human; he'd guess Inhuman, but it was hard to tell these days.

           As he headed toward the bar, he sent out a spell of revealing that would shatter any glamours being worn by the patrons. Nothing happened, no one really seemed to notice except for the Inhuman girl in the corner. But she didn't look out from beneath her hood, and Stephen didn't recognize her, so he let her be. The only other person who noticed his presence was the bartender: a pretty—devastatingly pretty—woman. Her black, wavy hair reached her shoulders and matched her black nails and dark lipstick. The green jacket she wore was a few shades darker than her eyes, which were really, really green. Quit staring, Stephen, you're making an ass of yourself.

           He sat down. It couldn't hurt to get a drink while he tried to find his mystery presence. Could it?

[xtwinkie-the-kidx]

Hey, New Guy, welcome to the tracks || Colt and Trevor

He’d gotten there early enough to get the booth furthest away from the crowds. Secluded and pushed back, no one was going to over hear them or even really look in their direction. Which was fine by Colt, his mood had been on enough of a roller coaster lately. He didn’t want to add annoyed as hell to the list.

The idea that he was going to be introducing a new kid to their team was a little daunting, after all he was far from the ideal member. He also didn’t really know this Trevor guy...so he was fully prepared for the typical psycho that showed up but still hoping for someone a bit closer to his own views.

As soon as the beer arrived he glanced around, looking for the man he was going to induct into Retribution. Poor guy.

@fullmoonmann

[fallenfrom-asea-ofdiamonds-blog]

Crash Landed // Star and ???

She was falling, falling fast. Down, down, down towards the strange planet below. Heat...burning, there was a fire around her heating her skin to the point where she feared it would burn but her porcelain pale skin remained untouched by the flame despite what it felt.

Her gaze glanced upwards as she saw the fellow stars above slipping further and further away. She clawed at the air screaming in fear trying to return but it was of no avail. The permanent night soon gave way to a gentle blue, which then turned into a misty grey.

With a scared sigh she soon gave up in her struggles, her arms fell to her sides as she tilted her head back to get a better view of where she was headed. She could see the colors from before turning into strange shapes...the colors that had looked like one solid color began to blend into many different varieties.

She couldn’t understand what was happening...but there was nothing she could do but accept her fate. Her eyes closed and after a moment she felt her back hit something hard, heard the strange sounds of the disturbed earth below breaking apart due to the impact, a harsh stinging sensation coursed through her body for a moment before everything was thrown into the void.

Her soft lavender eyes opened sometime later. She began to cough from settling dust around her while slowly pulling herself into a sitting position. Trembling she realized that there was something wrong...very wrong. A sharp sing prompted another startled shriek. Glancing down she noticed that her ankle did not look like it once had before. It was a bright apple red and very lumpier.

She reached a porcelain hand towards it only to draw back with a pained hiss. As she looked around frantically, glittering crystal blue tears beginning to fall from her eyes cleaning the dirt that clung to her face in streaks. What was she to do now? She couldn’t move as every time she tried her swollen ankle would only pain her more. But she couldn’t just stay where she was considering...she didn’t even know where she was...

She curled her good leg up to her chest and hugged it in an attempt to comfort herself as best she could. Her sobs had grown louder by now, enough so they could easily be heard when one was close enough. What was she to do?

Her forehead had fallen against her knee by this point when she heard the soft shuffle of feet not too far off. Her head snapped up and she looked about for the source, but from her place in the midst of the crater she’d unintentionally caused due to her impact with the earth, she couldn’t see just who or what it was. “H-h-hello?” She called out slowly, her whispery voice tinted with pain and fear.

[anexistentialjoke]

e2stiimatiing the vvolume of raiin requiired to drowwn a guy

Of course it was raining when Erisol woke up.

The canopy of the wood did little to shield him from the downpour, and water splashed down onto his face and pooled on his glasses. This warped his vision and between that and the runoff trickling into his eyes it was near impossible for him to differentiate anything beyond vague smudges of color. Not that there was anything worth observing in his immediate area. And if there was he wouldn't give a shit anyway. He had better things to do than gawk at random bullshit. Like thinking how goddamn cliché his situation was.

But it wasn’t really cliché. It’d be cliché if he was crying while contemplating on what a fucked up person he was. There was no need for contemplation. He knew he was fucked up. There was no getting around that fact. No point crying over it. Crying would imply he gave a shit, which he didn’t.

...but he did. Kind of. Part of him gave a shit. So did the other part. However feeling like a guilt-ridden piece of garbage 24/7 was exhausting, so it was far easier to just check the fuck out and not let invest himself too much in anything. 

22% of a shit. I give 22% of a-- no, no, no and no. I'm not doing the fucking two thing. Not again. 44%? No. Fuck. I should have just offed myself while I had the chance. But where was the point of that? Then he would have just gone back to being two insurmountable douchelords instead of one. Hell he was doing the entire goddamn world a fucking favor by staying one dude. 

A shiver ran through Erisol when the wind picked up. His clothing had long since soaked through, leaving him vulnerable to every lick of a breeze that passed through the woods. He knew he should probably seek some sort of shelter, but he couldn't bring himself to his feet. Hell, he still hadn't moved from the spot he had woken up in yet.

Yet he didn't have any plans of going anywhere. “What’s the point” being his mantra, he lacked any motivation to investigate his surroundings. Or try to contact other people. 

God, other people. No. 

Now that he thought about it the only situation he could see himself moving was if somebody happened to stumble across him. In that case, he’d ditch their asses so hard and find another place to lie down. This time he’d make sure to face down so the rain wouldn’t get in his eyes. Also to leave himself open to any potential predators because, fuck it, what did he care. Big beastie could set the universe right and sink its teeth into his freak throat.

Sighing, he itched the skin around his wrist computer. Earlier he’d toyed around with it to get a general idea of how it worked, messing around with the different functions like setting up a few random waypoints while trying and failing to work up the courage to message a certain few who were listed under his contacts. He also toyed with the idea of ripping the thing out, one that he quickly banished because he really didn’t feel like cleaning up all the blood that would spill. It’d probably stain his shirt with no way to wash it out and there was no way he was going to go through that song and dance.

So I’ll just sit here.

In peace and quiet.

No one to bother me.

Only myself as company until I eventually die from exposure.

…

Fuck.

[logan-docherty]

Tired Dreams || Intro Para

At first, everything was black. All Logan could see or feel was darkness, no sound at all. For a brief moment, he wondered if this was how death felt - floating in a dark space forever in peace. He didn't feel all that tired anymore, didn't feel like he was at his breaking point. His body was perfectly fine and his mind was surprisingly serene. For the first time in a long while, Logan was perfectly at ease

Then it all turned white.

As if a switch had been flipped, the shadows that had enveloped him before immediately dissipated to give way to pure light. Bright and intrusive, Logan couldn't keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds. He took a deep breath, comforting himself with the thought that I at least you're not dead. Logan kept on slowly breathing for a moment, thinking - and also trying to assess the situation as best as he could with his eyes closed. Carefully, he stretched his fingers in an attempt to get rid of the numbness. The familiar tug of a small cable on his hand made him exhale with relief.

He was in a hospital.

Logan never would've imagined such a thought could ever bring him any comfort, but it did. He was in a hospital, having weird dreams and had forgotten what happened before he passed out. No big deal. It was hardly the first time it had happened. The light was a bit more intense than he was used to, but it wasn't all that important. What little worries he had now were directed at his exhausted body. Logan felt stiff, uncomfortable and ridiculously tired. How he'd managed to move his hand before was a mystery,

Tentatively, Logan opened his eyes. For an instant, he couldn't really focus on his surroundings. His eyes, like the rest of his body, were weary and even a bit blurry. He blinked and frowned in confusion as tiny tears slipped down his face. How long had he been here for?

The question, however, was soon forgotten as his sight returned to normal. Finally being able to see his surroundings didn't make things any better, though. In fact, everything was much worse. Logan had made a mistake before - the place he was in was most definitely not a hospital. He didn't know what it looked like exactly, had nothing to compare, but it was not a hospital. Even with the prescence of beeeping monitors and machines, Logan couldn't shake his discomfort and confusion.

Despite the exhaustation he felt, Logan attempted to sit up but he couldn't. It was then that he noticed the many cables he was plugged into. He'd felt a small tug before, but had never imagined this. His breathing began to speed up and before he could think clearly, Logan started to pull out all of the things connected to his body.

Too dazed and in a rush to bother noticing details, Logan didn't notice he had company until a firm hand was placed over his. Desperately, he looked up. An unfamiliar face stood over him, concentrated on healing the damage Logan had done. She looked young and he supposed she was a nurse in this not-hospital place. Instantly, he thought of Savannah and for the millionth time since he had woken up, Logan urgently needed to know where he was.

Now he had someone to ask, but Logan couldn't quite formulate the words. His mind was too scattered and disconnected for him to speak correctly. 

At some point, the nurse had started spreaking. Logan  didn't exactly know when - he wasn't really paying attention - but it didn't matter because he couldn't make sense of what she was saying, anyway. It wasn't like him to just ignore people's words, but this was a strange enough situation to serve as excuse.

"Where am I?" 

He cut her off. The nurse didn't look all that surprised. She gave a small sigh and looked at the clipboard by her side. Had that always been there? 

"You're back in Izanami, Mr. Docherty."

Logan wasn't really sure what to say to that - or rather, what to ask. He had a bad feeling however, that things weren't getting better anytime soon.

Oh. And he'd missed a festival.

[kkatiefitch-blog]

Guess what bitches! Katie Fitch is back.

"I'm back babes, did you miss me?," Katie asked a random bartender as she set her stuff down on the stool next to her before taking a seat. The bartender, a middle aged woman with rotted teeth and disheveled hair, looked at Katie with a hint of confusion. "Get me something that suits the way I look," Katie said with a playful smile. It had been a full year since the red haired beauty showed her face around the grimy streets of Bristol, and her appearance gave her a rush. Nobody was expecting it which made it even better.

The bartender set down a mug full of cheap beer in front of Katie. "What's this?" The bartender gave a smirk and said, "Cheap." Katie's mouth dropped and she let out a loud grunt. Picking up her stuff, Katie stormed out of the building while making a mental note to never show her face there again. "Fucking cunt," she whispered under her breath as she walked down the street. That was no way to treat Katie Fitch, and now that she was back in her hometown she was going to make sure nobody treated her like that again. She was going to make Bristol her bitch.

[fate-kikwang-blog]

†Let the Games Begin ›› Self Para

"Do you have to leave?" 

Lighting a cigarette and throwing his stick of gum on the underside of the table next to them, Kikwang looked over to the boy who was standing in front of him. God, you just can't shut up can you? He thought impatiently, now dangerously tempted to just blow the kid off altogether. It probably wouldn't make a difference, he thought, given how impossible the task between them was. And to top it all off, the whining was really starting to piss him off; it reminded him way too much of his angsty teenager days. Lim Minhyuk, a scrawny and pimple 18 year old boy where the voice was coming from, was to be Kikwang's replacement while he was on going to be on leave. The assignment between them was for Kikwang to teach Minhyuk within three days, what took him four years to figure out himself. Dyed brown hair, pierced ears, and skinny jeans, they standing in front of the neighborhood club alone. The sun was high in sky and clear of any impending storm, and the weather was already around 60 degrees. Obviously, the job wasn't going to be easy. Sensing his teacher's anger, Minhyuk had finally ceased the whining and quieted down. Kikwang adjusted the lens of his sunglasses, fishing out the keys for the club door, and impatiently let out a puff of smoke into the unfiltered air. If he abandoned the kid now, he'll probably wouldn't be allowed to come back once the stupid Fate Games were over. He walked to the entrance, expertly unlatching the lock, knowing  Minhyuk would follow him no matter what.