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“Ordinary is not a word I would use to describe you.” he said his voice practically deadpan as he placed one hand in his pocket and settled into a stance where he favored one leg of the other.

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[ @levelledworld - ♡ for charles ]
“Ordinary is not a word I would use to describe you.” he said his voice practically deadpan as he placed one hand in his pocket and settled into a stance where he favored one leg of the other.
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“You know,” Teddy began. “We’ve known each other for a while. Been through a lot together. So I know your powers come from accidental Pym Particle exposure, but... there’s gotta be something in those suits they wear, right?”
He sighed.
“Okay, I know I can shapeshift already, but I saw there’s a new Giant-Man and unless he got accidental exposure to Pym Particles, it’s definitely in the suit, right? So basically... I think it’d be pretty cool if I could try on a suit one day. That’s all I’m saying.”
confusion. that was the sum of everything rick was feeling right now as he tried to process what had happened and most of all how he had possibly survived. there was one person he felt he could trust because he knew he couldn’t trust argus or amanda waller. she was the reason he had nearly died right? he could trust harley quinn. as crazy as that would seem he could, he had no reason not to and perhaps that was how he ended up here now. her name falling from his lips as he tried to gather himself. he wasn’t sure he would have answers if she popped off twenty questions but -- he could trust her and that was all he needed. “ harley... “
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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃. “ so, what do you think ? in honor of sarah do you think we should be witches for halloween ? ” if they even did anything for halloween. last year had been eventful enough.
@levelledworld sent: ‘ luckily , i don’t get scared easily ‘ sam
‘ heh. yeah, really! ’ this town has proven to be quite spooky in comparison to… well, anywhere else he’s ever been. the amount of times he’s startled or shrieked or even cling to someone for dear life is more than he cares to admit, so he won’t. ‘ i don’t get scared at all, ’ he fibs, just a little, with a proud, toothy grin. ‘ we’re both pretty kickass. ’
@levelledworld sent: ‘ is that a dead body ? ‘ deena
for a moment, beavis perks up at the mention of a dead body. that is until he follows deena’s gaze. scrunching his nose, he realizes he smells something rather foul. waving a hand in front of his face, he gags a bit dramatically. ‘ whatever the hell it is, is smells like satan’s bunghole. ’ after taking a few cautious steps forward, he can confidently identify the smelly and mysterious figure as a dead body. ‘ oh, heh. i’ll be damned, ’ he chuckles, giving the bloody mess a curious kick. ‘ it’s just a big dog, i think. ’ it’s kinda hard to tell when half of it looks like it was put through a meat grinder. ‘ poor guy. ’
@levelledworld sent: ‘ please tell me that’s you flickering the lights ‘ jake
truthfully, beavis hadn’t even noticed the lights at all. much too preoccupied with his current activity—counting the stale peanuts he found in his pocket—he didn’t pay much attention to anything else going on. ‘ oh, uh… no? ’ surely it’s just the bulbs malfunctioning… then again, he’s seen poltergeist at least once. with a dramatic gulp, he watches as the lights go off and back on once more. ‘ look, it did it again! i swear it ain’t me, man. ’ looking over in jake’s direction, beavis’ eyes widen with a vague sense of fear. ‘ is your house, like, haunted or something? ’
a martini swirls in a glass, fingers picking out the eyeball of an indistinguishable creature by a toothpick. sharp teeth bite down, assorted juices squirting out and causes lucy to rush for napkins “ for fucksake ! ” he snarls, forked tail lashing, eyes flaming with frustration. of course he gets shit all over his newest suit. gold napkins dab at the stains, even though the devil knows he’ll just have to scrub it out later. hey, even the unholy one has a wardrobe malfunction or two !!! a phone rings. something awful and buzzy, like the bell of a rotary phone that has been crushed between great hands and turned into a frog with a kazoo. another profane exclamation, and he picks up the fuzzy phone “ what is it ? huh ? what ? a ... who ??? murder nipples ??? i can’t hear what yer sayin’ !!! murdoc niccals ??? ” the frantic cleaning of his suit pauses. legs kick back up on the mahogany desk. eyes dart around the room, trying to recover the unfamiliar name. “ if he’s causing trouble just let him loose. isn’t that what this place is for ??? ” a conversation with some infernal creature, unintelligible to anyone else. the snarlings of a gargoyle who’s transcended time. a henchman from a forgotten disney cartoon. “ i did ??? i think i would remember a murdoc niccals. i don’t know, i mean, maybe he’s just got one of those names that’s easy to something easy to escape the mind ??? he is ??? whatever. just bring ‘em up. we’ll have a little chat. ” phone clicks, hanging on the dock. a grumble of annoyance. his schedule is wide fuckin’ open, but this is still a huge inconvenience. jacket sheds, revealing red and white satin zebra print. he tosses it on the chair against the window, reminding himself to clean it better later.
“ murdoc niccals ... ” a name mumbled like a hum. a confused whisper, a repeated chant to try and jog a few millennia of memory. a shrug of defeat. whatever. maybe the face’ll help his memory. a knock on the door, followed by silence as he continues to try and light his cigarette. when the lighter refuses to spark, he tosses it aside and flicks on a flame between his thumb and pointer, and touches it to the cigarette. as soon as it lights, there’s a flick of his hand, and the door swings open : “ COME IN AND MAKE THIS QUICK. ”
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