#lvl99

[songblend]

you're delirious, i... i'll get you some water. [james sunderland, @lvl99]

'i'm not... fucking delirious!' the latter half of the sentence is spat out, words practically ricocheting off the walls as his head twists in james' direction.

on one hand, ethan's outburst is meant to stop his friend. halt him in his tracks and make him listen to what's coming out of ethan's mouth, rather than running away. [even if it is to grab water.]

mia, louisana, chris, rosemary, the mold, everything. these aren't delusions, these are all real as in both they happened and are real to ethan’s brain.

but, on the other hand, when he listens to himself speak — the father of one recognizes where a person may gather the illusion of deliriousness from what he says. there's an overbearing sensation of exasperation radiating from that; from sounding more crazy than he knows he is.

with a loud sigh, ethan runs a scarred hand down his face, lips pressing themselves together.

i'm not actually delirious, right?

now that the thought's inside his head, he can't help but wonder if there's some semblance of truth behind it. to what james is saying.

there's no fucking way i'm delirious.

gaze meeting his friend's, the blond nods his head once. [more in defeat than anything.] 'yeah, sure, water would be just dandy.' though surrendering in nature, it doesn't erase the palpable vexed tone clawing its way up his windpipe.

[songblend]

this kinda looks like your old girlfriend! [travis touchdown, @lvl99]

the smile aptly fixated across the deep's face drops like a hot potato. for a second, all he does is stare at the plushie in travis' possession.

nemo. of course it's fucking nemo. the g.o.a.t of all clownfish.

his shoulders tense beneath the green wetsuit, mouth pulling into a thin line as several emotions wage war across his face simultaneously. offense, embarrassment, genuine sadness, even the furrowing his eyebrows to cook up a lie. instead, he lands on obvious vexation with a hint of embarrassment. [evident by the brush of pink across his cheeks.]

'okay. first of all, that's really insensitive.' his right index finger lifts, pointing accusingly at nemo. 'secondly, she wasn't even a clownfish. she was an octopus. get it right, bro.' a pause / another pause. 'thirdly, she wasn't even my girlfriend. not officially, anyway.' which somehow makes all of this sound even worse than it already did.

deep's eyes remain still on the toy, the expression in his eyes growing increasingly wounded the longer he looks at it. it's like seeing a ghost. a tiny, orange, mass-produced ghost with embroidered eyes. god, he misses her. misses all of them in the ocean. the fish, the dolphins, even the sea cucumbers.

a heavy sigh leaves him, gaze slowly making its way back onto travis. 'wait.' realization finally dawns on the superhero, eyes narrowing in the process. 'how did you even know about that?'

[5thave]

do you maybe… wanna leave with me? @lvl99

yes lingers on the tip of her tongue longer than it should. (but, from where fiona's standing, she's grateful it is lingering rather than being blurted into the diner.) that's the thing about fiona — she's learned, more often than not about the hard way, the speed at which you say yes to something is usually proportional to how much you'll end up regretting it. so, she doesn't say yes nor does she say no. she just stares at him, guest check in hand hovering above where she about to place it down.

the diner is still half-full; the clock strikes two thirty-five and her shift is supposed to end at three, but she's still got four other tables she's waiting on to finish their meals. she can hear rhonda running her mouth in the back at the dishwasher — piece of shit machine. outside, the albuquerque sky is painting that particular shade of gold that always catches her off guard; the shade chicago was never given, but then again, it's the shade they really don't need. chicago has too many beautiful skylines, fiona knows them like the back of her hand — she's still had any time to explore albuquerque, let alone admire any sort of skylines it has to offer. no, she still has a pile of bills at home. different address, same pile. and a brother who took their only cellphone this morning and still hasn't brought it back, even after promising he would. she also has a mental list of about eleven things she should be doing instead of standing here with his check still in her hand.

she exhales, finally setting the bill down with a little more aggressive thud than she means. she's not really good at this thing. "i've got four other tables." it's not a no. she takes a glance around the diner, features scrunching in something that's fairly close to regret but not quite fully meeting it either. "my shift ends at three — let me get these people out of here."

[5thave]

@lvl99

the mission was supposed to be easy — at least, that's how it came across both on paper and in the briefing. (nothing is ever easy, though. not in leon's life.) it was meant to be a clean retrieval of president graham's daughter, in and out, before anyone could even blink. instead, leon has a trail of bodies behind him, a parasite problem no one warned him about, and a wildcard at his side who very clearly wasn't sent in by hunnigan as backup. (and he can't even ask her for a background check since his commlink has been jammed by salazar, the tiny bastard.) leon's still not even entirely sure who the guy is, where he came from, and why he's even here in the first place. just knows his name's travis, he's an assassin (clearly), and is good at cutting through ganado. makes easy work of them like this is just another afternoon in his life — easy peasy, lemon squeezy. maybe it is. leon understands that feeling far too well. he also hasn't slowed the stratcom agent down yet; yet being the key word in that sentence. the moment that changes — if it changes, leon won't hesitate to cut him loose.

in many ways, the castle is worse than traversing through the village. not only is it bigger and more confusing, but the building hosts a maze within itself. as if it was built to mislead them intentionally. if only ashley hadn't ran off; not that leon can blame her. he remembers that feeling of fear all too well, but he also didn't necessarily run. (definitely didn't run away from the only people helping him either. though, hindsight's twenty-twenty on that, and when he looks at ada wong... maybe he should've ran.) his jaw tightens as he pushes forward through another set of heavy doors, his matilda raising as cerulean eyes scan every inch of the room they've wandered inside. a dining hall of sorts. he doesn't even bother calling out ashley's name because this isn't where they need to be. they've already been here once before. "shit." leon exhales slowly, frustration simmering just beneath the surface of his voice as he glances back at his companion.

"escort mission's turned into hide and seek, and we're just going around in circles."

[5thave]

big fan of ur work, gabitron

thank you megatron, big fan of yours too

[ravenstrample]

This has been on my mind for a while, the trope where the characters are too powerful for their own good but don’t realize it.

Like, everyone’s lvl99 asses just let themselves be free into the world with world conquering powers and abilities walking amongst the lowly mortals. Literally mortal gods and goddesses as the people look up to these beings wondering how ridiculous and extreme these insane monsters in human skin solve simple problems with drastic solutions.

(ie. Eleven calling upon the heavens for a spark of light

Erik shifting the earth because he didn’t have a ladder

Serena creating tornadoes because it was too hot

Veronica setting the forest on fire because to was too cold

Hendrik using his awesome muscles to bulldoze his way through walls because doors are for plebians.

Sylvando andJade are too busy trying to figure out how they ended up in a cult like takeover with their faces plastered all over their respective towns.

And finally Rab is just vibing his retirement on Yggdrasil... somehow)

[alpha-beta-gamer]

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[flopicas]

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