#justholybranches

[musesthroughtheages]

@justholybranches (cooper)

“Pilot Cooper.” 

That was all that Jin had written on the page, and it had gotten her this far. Of course, she wasn’t sure what her next plan of action would be if repeatedly pointing at the name just brought her to a dead end. Luckily, most of the people she’d encountered so far had only expressed bemusement as they directed her along.

[exorcisingdemons-blog1]

Paranoid Android

@justholybranches (BT)

The “newcomers” had scattered to the wind in the night, running for their lives from a torrent of bullets, axes, and knives. All of them killers, rapists, not by design but by choice. Dolores meant to kill them all.

But there were miles upon miles of ground to cover, to find where all the cockroaches had fled. Some, she suspected, were being aided by other hosts like her, who had yet to reach the center of their maze.

She and Teddy had split apart in the hunt, both on horseback to cover more ground. Alone and cresting a hill, while the sun began its slow ascent into the sky, Dolores saw something all together strange; a naked man with a rifle in his hands, wandering with no clear destination. Her head tilted, eyes squinting against the morning light, and drew her gun from its saddle holster.

Hidden memories were coming back to her in flashes over the past several hours. One of which was the sense of herself, sitting naked in a chair, answering questions. Noticing, if only vaguely, other naked hosts beyond glass walls. 

Still, she pulled back the gun’s hammer, and guided her horse in the stranger’s direction.

[savingpeopleinaflash]

@justholybranches (cisco)

There was no point in dancing around the situation. Everyone knew it. Everyone was on eggshells, and it would have been hilarious if it wasn’t equally grating and frustrating. Hadn’t Barry given them his spiel already, about working this out? As if it could actually work.

“So what’s it going to be, Francesco? Am I back with the gang or not?”

[bloodyhardtoturnback]

@justholybranches (eleven)

Skinner made it a point to avoid association with children. Always had. Edgar didn’t count, he was practically an adult. It never ended well. Before he’d become invisible, he just hadn’t known what to do with them, but afterward, there were entirely new facets. Either the children in question would be frightened of him, which was unpleasant, or they would be curious and he’d gain a tag-a-long, which was also unpleasant. Besides, he was a busy man, and he didn’t have the time.

All of these reasons were why he had every intention of walking away from the scrap of a thing hiding in the alley. He’d seen enough streets kids in his own time to know a lost cause when he saw one. However, against his best judgement, he came closer instead. “You lost, then?”

[unluckybrcak]

@justholybranches // liked my starter call

He'd only ducked into the store to get out of the heat. It wasn't any fun, being so far away from home. Hot and sweaty and miserable didn't even begin to cover how annoyed he was.

When he went to the counter and slumped into it with a sigh, he drug a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "H-Hey.. you have any water? I'm sorry to bother you. I-I... I hope that's okay." He should have tried to find somewhere else's probably, but walking any further just was not going to happen.

[musesthroughtheages]

@justholybranches (klaus)

Nobody really considered how often the world of nuclear physics could overlap with door-to-door canvassing, but then again, no one really considered what nuclear physics had to do with paranormal research, either. Hopefully, the third attempt at communicating with civilians would go over better.

Holtzmann knocked and called out, “Excuse me, sir or madam, did you see an entity passing through your place of residence today? We got a call about an infestation, only they forgot to specify which apartment...”

[musesthroughtheages]

@justholybranches (peter)

“So what do you think, is Captain America too old or too young?” It was a rhetorical question; she wasn’t going to date anyone anytime soon. But it was still a question worth knowing the answer to.

[musesthroughthearchive-blog]

@justholybranches - Klaus

He’s been staring at you for a while.

“No shit,” Greed muttered. He really did not need Ling’s input on possible threats around him, but unfortunately, he had it anyway. Constantly. And he hadn’t missed the weird-looking pale guy’s staring, either. Raising his voice, he called out to the guy. “You got a problem?”