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[sonofhistory]

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[syntheticxanomaly]

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Even amidst the chaos and destruction, the explosions and crashings, there is a sound that cuts through it all, rends the air with the sheer force of it. A boom and then the screeching of metal. 

Part of the invading force had broken from the main of the assault and turned their focus upon the harbor. The first ship––a naval vessel––explodes without a shot fired and if anyone were to ask the Vision, he would swear that he could hear those unfortunates aboard in their final moments. Even he, for all his powers and abilities, could do nothing for them.

Yet, with a sweep of his gaze, his focus shifts to the other ships in the harbor. Civilian vessels. Coast Guard. 

Those… 

<< kssshtttk! >>> The comms crackle to life once more and the voice of Captain Steve Rogers seems to speak his very own thoughts. “Somebody get on that squadron attacking the harbor and protect those people!"

Those people he can save.

“Affirmative, Captain Rogers,” he begins, even as he swerves midair to avoid one attacker and begins zooming toward the harbor. “I am en route.”

“Do you need assistance?”

Intangible arms plunge through the chest of a robotic opponent, solidifying the barest amount necessary to be able to rip the puppet apart before zipping to the next target, phasing through it and feeling the shock of the explosion behind him.

“I do not think that will be necessary.”

“Understood.”

He does not know how long he carries on in this manner––fifteen minutes, forty-eight seconds––until all of the enemy in the harbor is gone except––

Another explosion. He halts, hovering and turning, only in time to see debris from a shot leveled at a civilian craft hit a smaller vessel, a Coast Guard patrol boat, shrapnel ripping through its hull.

A focused beam from the gem in his forehead, a much more desired explosion and then, the immediate threat removed, he is off again.

In almost the blink of an eye, his feet touch down upon the deck of the ship to see several bloodied and lifeless figures in uniform. 

How fragile are human bodies. Another  ( unnecessary )  reminder that they are not like him. Their flesh and bones had not stood a chance against the shrapnel. 

Yet, even as he is about to turn, his sharp ears catch a sound like a groan and he turns, scanning the deck once more in search of the origin. At last, his eyes fall upon the likeliest source and he approaches, kneeling beside the fallen form and––as gently as he can manage––turning him onto his back.

“Can you hear me, Lieutenant?” he starts, recognizing the designation on his uniform. Immediately attempting to reassure, he continues to speak ere any confirmation can be given. 

“I am an Avenger, The Vision. I mean you no harm, however I must remove you from this ship and bring you to safety. Taking into account your injuries, I suspect that this will not be pleasant but it must be done… Do you understand?”

[henry-parrish]

@lt-theodoregroves​ || Continued from here (x)

“A piano?” It was perhaps a rare sign of his true age that an image of a large floor piano was brought to mind. Theo tried to recall the size of the small cabin they were renting. “Do we have room for a piano?” He wasn’t concerned for price but for space and was trying to do some calculations. “I suppose it depends how long we plan on being in town, maybe a keyboard and stand?”

Jeremy tilted his head to the side in consideration. There would be enough room there in their small cabin, but it would be an extremely tight fit and it would be hard for them to get around it. “A Keyboard?” he asked, blinking his eyes only once. He knew that there were electric keyboards nowadays that took up a lot less room, but they were nothing compared to the good old fashioned kind in his eyes. It was a familiar instrument that hadn’t changed in design for hundreds of years and had held up to the test of time... it was comforting in a way. Sighing, Jeremy nodded his head. “I suppose that, under the present circumstances, a keyboard could work. Did you ever learn how to play?”

[ivy-and-oaks]

“Do you want me to leave?” ~cavalrylad

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

Mary sighed, running her hands over her down her face. “No, you can stay.” She answered, looking up at him and making a smile just with the corner of her lips. Just her luck for him to walk in at one of her most vulnerable times. Abraham had just left her for the third time this month and she was getting sick of missing him, yet she still cried when he left her. She sniffled, brushed the tears away from under her eyes, and ushered Benjamin to a seat.

[insatiablevalor]

"Major Hewlett." Ben groaned and rolled over. He was sleeping on a small pile of straw with his blanket spread on it. He peered at his prisoner-traveling companion with annoyance, and trying to determine if he'd get any sleep at all. "May I ask what is keeping you awake?" He was used to it, Sam didn't ever sleep through the night, but with a redcoat it was not so welcome. A yawn, "And can I help to resolve it?" ~cavalrylad

@cavalrylad

Hewlett had been tossing and turning in the hay for what felt like hours now until he got tired of trying and sat up, pulling the blanket that was given to him up to his shoulders. It was a tad bit chilly out, most especially without his coat on that he had grown accustomed to. His captor, Major Tallmadge, must have heard him tossing and turning in the straw because he began to stir as well. His dark eyes turned towards the major and debated on whether or not he should tell him just what was on his mind... but would admitting the doubt in his own side to the Major do him any good? They weren’t close enough for that, and yet...

Taking a deep breath, he finally asked, “Do you ever have doubts? About what you’re fighting for? Will it all be worth it in the end?” he turned his head to look at the ground in front of him. “There’s a reason why I have been... cooperative with you. My faith in the structure of what I have been fighting for has been shaken.” he paused for a moment and then looked back at the major. “I never wanted to be a part of this bloody war to start with...”

[jestersmuses]

@lt-theodoregroves

The whole auror department heard and saw Mister Miller dismissed. It was hard to disagree with sending him away, but, the way it was done… Even Theo, who was usually glued to Mister Grave’s side and wanted to emulate his mentor, couldn’t agree with the way it was done. Yes, Mister Miller was sloppy, yes he drank, but he was good. Just… not…consistent. The young trainee fairly sulked through the whole rest of the day, doing his work and his studying but not entirely focused on what he was doing.

When it was finally time for them to leave and turn the shift over to those who had the night watch, he began a search of the speak-easies and wizard bars in search of the dismissed man. He didn’t find Mister Miller in any of them, and in all honesty he wasn’t permitted to enter most, turned away for his youthfulness. Theo took to the sky then, finally finding the man as it was getting dark. He alighted, shifted back and promptly snatched the bottle away.

“You know that if a policeman spies you with that that you’ll be locked up? The whole prohibition thing is still law you know and we aren’t supposed to stand out.” The boy lifted the bottle away, shrinking it down in his hand until he could tuck it on a pocket. “I just want to help you Mister Miller, I thought we were friends after all.”

“Let them.” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest, but didn’t look at Theo, unsure if it was out of anger or out of shame for the condition that the boy had to see him in. He was also certain that the young trainee had heard some of the things that the others in their office had said about him too... some of them were true but others were not, but, now Miller knew just how all of them felt about him just the same. “It’s not like they can hold me in there anyways... if they can drag me in there to begin with.”

Yes, causing a scene with the No-Maj and their own police force would mean more trouble with MACUSA, because they would come down on him faster than he could blink, but what did he care? “It’s just Joe now, kid.” he corrected as he tried to push himself off of the bench and his vision began to swim again and he sat back down. The kid was in danger... not, the whole department was in danger, but none of the aurors would listen to the Joke of the office, especially when it came to Mister Graves. He could tell Theo that the man that he looked had looked up to had been replaced by someone else during the past couple of weeks... Grindelwald. The most dangerous of all Wizards that was currently being hunted down by every Wizarding Government there was... and he was currently sitting right under their noses... and they thought that he was the joke.

Miller could tell Theodore, but even if he did, he didn’t think that he would ever believe it. He had gotten so very close but the bastard had caught onto him before he could find a way to blow his cover to the rest of MACUSA. And now that he had been dismissed, no one would ever take him seriously. “I wasn’t fired for the reason that you think that I was...” he said as he fidgeted with one of the buttons on his coat. “I think that you’ll find out soon enough, though. Just.... please be careful.”

[corvusmurder-blog]

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[henry-parrish]

@lt-theodoregroves asked: Drabble: struggling with wanting to retake the mantle of War

It was dark within the room when Henry’s bright green eyes fluttered open once more, to answer to the call of the Mantle of War. A mantle that was RIGHTFULLY his to wear after EVERYTHING that he had been through. To Henry, the call sounded vaguely similar to the high pitched wailing of sirens and the loud steady drum beats as soldiers are marched into battle, calling out for him to rejoin the mantle in war… it almost felt as though it were a call to him to come back HOME. His soul was seemingly in a constant turmoil, always seeking out chaos and destruction (a permanent side affect of having ones soul primed by War), something that was only amplified even more by his hellish past. Henry was only ever at peace, if there be such a thing, when he finally gave into the pounding and gave it what it WANTED… what it DESIRED the most from his own two hands. 

Henry had once believed that he had originally been chosen for the job because he was seen as something that was SPECIAL in Moloch’s eyes, and that all of his suffering had finally meant SOMETHING. But he remembered his master’s harsh words that he had dealt to him…

“There were Horsemen before you, there will be Horsemen after. Be grateful for the chance to sacrifice yourself for my glory.”

When the wayward warlock within him, Jeremy, finally gathered enough courage to act on his own to kill his pseudo- father by the four white trees that very same night with the sword of Methuselah, the mantle had been stripped away from his core, taking a small piece of his soul along with it, and now the mantle was nearby once more, he could feel it so VERY strongly, pounding away in his ears. It was so close that he could practically smell it, as if it were standing there in the room right in front of him. But where was it and how had it been able to call out to him? The dark room that he was currently standing in bore little to no resemblance to that of Frederick’s Manor or the old Town Hall where he last remembered himself being before he died. He had died, hadn’t he?

His eyes finally landed on ONE thing that LOOKED familiar to him and that was a person that he knew as Miss Jennifer Mills. Ah, yes, someone very familiar to him indeed. And then suddenly, as if a light had been turned on (even though the room was still covered in a blanket of darkness), Henry suddenly became even more aware of his surroundings. The glass jar next to him lay shattered in at least a hundred different pieces all over the desk and floor and then it dawned on him… the court room, yes, he did remember seeing his father there but he had thought that it had been a dream of some kind. Was it real? It must have been if he was alive and seeing Jennifer again.

Henry spent the next several very long minutes spinning and weaving an intricate tale in an attempt to convince her and the others that he had failed to recognize, that he wasn’t the same Henry that Jennifer once knew before all of this and that he had been completely reborn anew and had been formed from his father’s BETTER  memories of him rather than the bad ones… which was only partially true. He HAD been carved from his father’s memories of him, however, that also included the brunt of his anger and hatred towards the man as well. He had truly left his own mark on Ichabod’s own soul. Henry really had been reborn the way that Ichabod had remembered him. Part of him even hated that, knowing that his father had given birth to his being a second time, but he was alive and well now… and all he had to do was regain his title now… but how?

In the end, Jenny didn’t believe his story and even Henry could hardly blame her for it. Henry, however, could be patient and knew that he could play this game and keep up this charade far longer than they could possibly ever imagine. He would sit and wait and watch for his opportunity to make his next move, but for now he knew that he must play his part just as he had before when he first met his father and pretended to be the nice old helpful Sin Eater.

Henry was eventually rescued by a demon who called himself Jobe, who then explained to him that he had only been able to find him because of his soul. Ichabod had some how lost the mantle and they were in need of another host for it… one whose soul had already been primed by the mantle and Henry almost too eagerly accepted the demon’s offer, especially if accepting the deal got him out of his torturous prison that he had been stowed away in.

Jobe then took Henry to see a man named Dreyfuss, who Henry almost instantly took a disliking to, but he knew that he must behave himself around this pompous idiot in order to obtain what he so desperately desired. Something that he had longed for since the day that he had lost it… all he needed to do now was to reach out and take hold of it. The mantle was more tempting for him to take than he could have ever possibly imagined, as if he were an addict in need of their next fix. Henry was far too weak to fight back against its calling, drowning out the more reasonable part of his mind and making it sound as if it I were but a whisper to him now, telling him that taking the man’s offer was a bad idea. This Dreyfuss fellow, he would be the NEW boss of him and he would have the same powers over him that Moloch had had once before. Henry had grown extremely wary of being the sheep being led to the slaughter and he swore that he would always be a wolf… or was he really? Had he really let himself believe that he could be the one who made all of his own decisions from that point forward?

Yet again, Moloch’s cruel voice called out to him;

You DO NOT plan… You DO NOT think for yourself… You are a SOLDIER… A soldier’s duty is to obey!

Henry knew that this could very well be the ONLY opportunity that he had to reclaim his mantle. HIS. It was RIGHTFULLY his and his alone. He deserved all of the power and all of the freedom that came along with it… but could he ever truly be free if he served a man like Dreyfuss? Now Henry started to feel the weight of this decision starting to bear down on his two old shoulders. Ever since the mantle had been stripped away from him, he felt all of his two hundred and thirty three years of his age and every ache and pain that had come along with it.

“You know, Henry, you’re really the only one who came here of their own free will.” Dreyfuss said with a smile. “Some of the others, they were sort of forced into doing this for me. But not you. And that makes you special to me, Henry.” Dreyfuss shifted the gun around in his grip as if to admire the weapon as he continued to speak. “What do you say, pal?” he asked, holding out his hand to shake it and finalize the deal.

Henry bit at his lower lip and peered down at the other’s extended hand and tried to decide on whether or not he should take it. He could take the deal now and find a way to strike off on his own later on, couldn’t he? He wouldn’t need to listen to Dreyfuss for an eternity, would he? He was bound to be easier to get rid of than the likes of Moloch… Hesitantly, he nodded and then extended his own hand and gripped the other man’s hand and the other’s smile only seemed to grow wider.

“Good choice. You won’t regret it.”

The truth of the matter was, he already DID regret making the decision but the mantle held too much power and claim over his soul and he also knew that he would eventually come to regret it later If he DIDN’T, at the very least, try to take this opportunity to regain the piece of him that had missing and a degree of freedom that came with it.