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[oxoncox]

🐂    ⸻    anchorage  did  not  miss  cleaning  the  numerous  nooks  and  cranniess  of  his  weapon.  even  the  briefest  sojourn  between  armoured  vehicle  and  the  fortified  mayoral  office  resulted  in  a  generous  coating  of  blood,  grime  and  guts  across  his  hefty  hammer;  all  eargerly  offered  from  the  horde  writhing  through  the  depths  of  an  endless  night.  shaking  and  spinning  the  weapon  was  enough  to  clear  the  surface  levels  of  sloppiness,  but  he  often  lacked  the  spare  moment  to  do  so  since  anchorage  was  supposed  to  be  sticking  close  to  the  mayor,  somehow  finding  himself  offered  up  for  protective  duties  while  the  rest  of  the  sovereign  seven  were  out  on  the  undead-swarmed  streets.  anchorage  was  supposed  to  be  nothing  more  than  a  figurehead  and  mentor  to  the  newer  members  of  the  sovereign  seven,  yet  found  himself  here  all  the  same.

all  dressed  up  in  the  most  uncomfortable  body  armour.  a  little  something  simple  and  secure.  something  to  hold  in  all  that  extra  cushion  he  was  pushing  around  since  his  prior  retirement,  compressing  the  generous  dad-bod  -  as  his  boys  so  elegantly  called  it  -  into  a  burlier  and  huskier  semblance  of  his  former  herculean  physique.  he  couldn't  wait  until  he  could  lose  the  armour  and  the  helmet  and  the  hammer.

“need  one  of  those  umbrella  things.”  he  muttered  to  no  one,  watching  the  mess  on  his  hammer  dripping  onto  the  lavishly  carpeted  floor.  oh  well,  there  were  more  important  things  than  expensive  flooring  and  anchorage  was  supposed  to  be  keeping  a  close  eye  on  the  mayor  since  he  -  anchorage  -  often  found  himself  ending  up  lost  in  the  simplistic  floorplan  of  the  mayoral  offices.  “you  doing  good?  no  bites?  no  blood?  no  bitching?”

anchorage  slung  the  hammer  back  onto  the  shoulder  holster,  both  hands  reaching  out  now  to  take  a  firm  hold  of  his  protected  ward.  manhandling  the  mayor  with  little  in  the  way  of  formality  as  he  made  sure  he  hadn't  gone  and  gotten  himself  injured.

mayoral  office   ⸻   eternal  night   (  @killertwhips  )

[myriadpandora]

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location: Camp - Pre Event

Cayden sat in his tent, in his boxers, the heater going so he wouldn't be too bothered by the cold, he was never one to care for the outdoors or camping but being cooped up in Atlantis for so long it kind of felt nice to be back out in the world. Even if it was a scary crappy snow village. His phone open to the group chat asking for help, gum still in his mouth as he chewed it, blowing bubbles as he stared down the barrel of his disassembled gun, another wad of chewed gum webbed all into the insides, he was sure he had destroyed it. A heavy sigh came from him when someone offered to come help him clean it. He messaged back that he was sure it was dead, but, he wouldn't mind the company.

His nerves were getting the best of him. He was used to undercover missions where he just had to slip a human target a bit of poison. Not this...not something so terrifying as this.

[splatterpunkd]

" you call this a bacon egg n' cheese? sister abishola could make a better one n' she's got the arthritis. " the tall priest scowls at the man behind the deli counter. " and she's blind in one eye! " normally, a man of faith had much more patience, but... the good lord knows how much he missed new york.

" it's... fine, it's fine. peace be with you." he leaves a twenty to repent for his temper, shaking his head as he takes the sorry excuse for a sandwich and exits, nearly running a poor fella down.

" ah, apologies, my child. you've caught me in a vulnerable moment. "

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[heroescue]

（     •°•  ⚠  •°•         /        ⭑      ）as  bad  of  a  state  as  the  city  was,  crime  didn't  stop;  in  fact,  crime  was  probably  about  to  hit  the  city  at  a  double  rate.  with  the  public  controversy  of  miracles  going  on,  the  deep  seated  orgs  of  the  underground  had  ample  room  to  strike  with  heroes  battling  at  another  front.  not  to  mention  the  city  was  still  in  major  ruins:  chaos  breeds  chaos.  which  is  why  beatdown  was  doing  what  they  usually  did  with  a  bit  more  precision:  folks  were  still  being  recovered  and  found,  as  well  as  reports  of  multiple  break-ins.  so  when  they  see  a  posse  of  looters  holding  some  valuables,  the  nunchucks  come  out.  “  say,  are  those  diamonds  ?  they  better  not  be  blood  ones  either  …  ”  because  based  off  the  blood  on  their  clothes,  it  looks  like  the  jewels  weren't  just  given.  before  they  know  it,  a  shot  is  fired,  but  luckily  ducked  as  they  charge  ahead,  battering  two  duffs  who  thought  they  could  take  the  dragoneer.  the  sound  of  bones  shattering  said  otherwise.

leaping  along  broken  rails  and  beams,  beatdown  doesn't  let  up  on  their  pursuit,  but  they  are  stopped  when  they  see  another  …  super  ?  or  maybe  calamity,  they  can't  be  sure  how  the  white  revealing  outfit  leans.  all  they  do  know  is  they've  never  seen  them  before  til  now,  so  briar  has  no  idea  what  they're  about  to  deal  with  at  the  moment.  “  hey  !  you  friend  or  foe  ?  ”  they  probably  could  have  asked  in  a  more  gracious  way  but  now  wasn't  the  time  for  formalities. 

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[splatterpunkd]

the city was in chaos, but it meant little to maxwell vaughn. dawnstride would've laid his life on the line for this city, for the budding organization behind it. the void, however, would not; not anymore.

still, he wasn't truly evil; he just had a controversial agenda, one that many corporate miracles would turn their nose up at. but he was steadfast on his path, he'd make them pay for their transgressions.

for now, he has an old friend to check on, then perhaps he could offer some assistance.

plunging to the ground from up above, the ground around him shakes from the impact. with a soft hum, he strolls up to the door, knocking curtly while he awaits a response.

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[heroescue]

║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█      “  I  take  it  you're  preparing  for  the  dark  sky  retrieval  ?  ”  it  was  funny;  as  either  angel  or  papyrus,  their  soft-spokenness  carried,  but  as  papyrus,  there  was  no  need  to  be  sharp  when  those  who  knew  you  knew  it  was  nothing  to  cut  the  string  that  represented  your  life  to  the  fates  in  half  at  a  moment's  notice.  but  also,  what  need  was  there  to  be  sharp  with  gossamer  ?  they  were  essentially  the  mask's  most  crafted  assassin,  and  killing  one  of  the  7  certainly  got  them  the  pedigree.  still,  didn't  hurt  to  check  in,  right  ?  especially  with  such  an  important  plan  coming  into  fruition.  “  do  you  and  smoke  have  a  plan  in  case  the  heroes  interfere  ?  "  just  to  hear  in  case  something  goes  wrong  or  there  is  something  he  may  not  know  at  the  moment. 

@killerthwips.

[splatterpunkd]

there was always a lingering question people had when they discovered chimera was an undercover agent.

'what do you do when you're not active?'

well, currently he was tapping away at an arcade machine, tagging along mostly because he would've sat around doing nothing otherwise.

" i'm good at this. " he announces, glancing over his shoulder toward his... escort, for lack of a better word. " i think i'll beat the high score. "

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[cverride]

@killerthwips gets a semi plotted starter

Even when Landon had already been in the past for a couple of years, enough to make a name for himself loud enough to get invited to Fortitude Hall, every day felt like a brand new adventure.

Especially now, when he finally found himself with the opportunity of meeting Perry Palmer of all people.

"So-- Gossamer-." He greeted with a smile, both thrilled and anxious to meet the hero who would one day be his father. "I... was told to drop by some support items made specifically for you. Can I-- Can I come in?"