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[qxeenofnight]

@malonox // cont.

"We're the same person. So you're just as much of a child as I am." Scratch chuckles and pinches his cheek. "And twice as cute." She twirls around. "I just have more style than you."

[dexdgirl]

Another night in the woods. This one was like any other. Go in save the day again from the darkness. Be the hero. The hero outside the bounds of the story. At least that's what Tom wanted. The main character and the antagonist was the main course in the events. Over time she accepted it. And Alan.. She wouldn't want what happened to her repeat again. She would fight until the bitter end. The light inside her kept her glued together. Almost like a bomb of light waiting to explode.

A yelp snaps her from her thoughts. She removes her pistol from her holster and rushes, brushing through the trees in almost a small whoosh. It was a young couple. Backing into a tree. Time to get to work. Her voice carries in her head as she runs forward, shoving the couple out of the way. "Get under the light! And don't move!" They both froze. "Now!" A small jump and they scurried. This Taken was a bit different. Its still a little light out but the shadows that covered. Kept them safe. At least for now.

She ducks and dives out of the way from the axe in it's hands. She balls her hand into fist, letting it connect to the jaw of the Taken, nearly dislocating it. The shadows dispersed around the Taken. Leaving it exposed. Her gun raised and gunshots rung out. The couple covered their ears as the bulb above them shattered in a pop. "Run. Run home and don't look back!" She fired a few more shots as more Taken closed in.

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[sollumin]

@malonox

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The only thing Kayla and Elias hoped to have in common was their beliefs and interactions. Kayla would choose not to allow the man's words to settle light like she would Zeke's, and it was anything but a pleasant experience to meet someone like Elias, either. Everything about him rubbed her the wrong way, and he continued to do so until he decided to leave the room to clean up. She knew there was more to Elias than he was letting on, and if Miller refused to play his part, he too would eventually lose himself along with the one he so foolishly accommodated.

Knowing it was best not to push the officer further, Kayla chose to keep her mouth shut about the elephant in the room and maintained her role as the concerned friend. Sitting down at the table, Kayla forced an eagerly awaiting smile as Zeke tended to the rest of the pancakes that sat in the bowl, yet to be poured into the awaiting pan.

This tentative submission seemed to put the officer in better spirits, not as tense as he once was when the issue about Elias was first addressed. It was quieter now, peaceful enough as he half-listened to the pan sizzle and the water run in the bathroom as Elias cleaned himself up. Regardless of the silence outside, the inside of his head was near-deafening, with the thoughts of Kayla's accusations paired with the dread of observing yet another body on a slab at the morgue. He refused to believe Elias had anything to do with the latter.

"So I guess we can order something out tonight, if you're sticking around?"

It's a pointless question, but it would at least interrupt the constant assault of thoughts for now.

"What, and directly go against that stupid curfew?"

"It's not stupid, Kayla, and.. I sort of forgot. I guess we can make something at home, otherwise?"

Turning his attention back towards the bathroom, Zeke didn't wait for Kayla to answer. Instead, he waited for the tap before deciding to raise his voice enough for it to reach the other man,

"If it's not too much trouble, would your partner be willing to join us for dinner before you head back to New York? Elias? It's quite the trip, not worth leaving on empty stomachs?"

[ghxstfrxquxncies]

malonox ━ ━ Oh, her again. Scratch narrows his eyes, seeing the Zane solder wander around the landscape of Night Springs. Poor ol’ Merris, does she never tire of her own loop? Well, it was certainly cutting down on the Herald’s Wake time. Yet, suppose such is his work... Can’t be helped.

         ❝Hey, are you alright there?❞ He shouts across the field, playing his best friendly stranger. So certain and sure in his role and in how this will go-- if only he’d known.

Merris paused, at first perplexed at the man yelling at her in the middle of the desert at night. It startled her, to be honest, too enveloped in how she would gather her thoughts after what she experienced. All of this was just a bit much.

If she was being honest, she was an ill representation of ‘alright’.but she knew how to lie.

A polite grimace to the other, raising her hand in response to indicate that she at least acknowledged his presence and to mitigate any potential concern. 

Eventually closing the gap, and with the aid of her flashlight, she shined it upwards to meet where his face would be. Pupils dilated as they met his gaze—momentary bewilderment.

“Alan, what are.. y’..? quit playin’ ‘round. After what I saw tonigh’..Y’told me to go back t’the motel an’ that’s what I’m doin’.” 

Confusion was palpable, a concise understanding and expectation of how he looked when they first met only moments ago and why he was standing here as if none of that even happened. 

[miswaken]

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      Alice has seen and heard Alan, in a since, during the years since he vanished from her life. There are stacks of photographs, lengths of film, a few voicemails she’s never been able to bring herself to delete. He continues to exist in those spaces like an insect preserved in the amber of her mind, or like a flower pressed between the pages of a book. A perfect, dead impression of a life cut short.

      But this is so different. He -- this thing wearing his face like a mockery -- moves and talks and looks at Alice in a way that’s painfully off-script from all of those captured memories. It’s been so long since she’s heard that voice stringing together words that she hasn’t memorized after playing back recordings dozens of times. But the malice in his tone, the glint in his eye...

      There isn’t anything familiar about him, really. Not at such a close range.

      Her hands are shaking but she readjusts her grip -- one on a baseball bat she’s kept tucked under one side of the bed ever since she started sleeping alone, and one on the biggest goddamn flashlight she could find in the nearest hardware store. This is the first they’ve come face to face like this, but after a couple nights of broken bulbs in the hallway light fixtures, Alice has put together that the thing would rather stay in the dark. She wishes she’d been able to get a motion-triggered camera set up, but one of the components she needs won’t be delivered until tomorrow morning. 

      “What the fuck are you?” Her voice is harsh but weary. Alice hasn’t slept much lately, not since her nightmares started manifesting. A thousand questions are buzzing in her mind -- what do you want, why are you here, why show up now after all this time -- but there’s one that feels more important than any other. 

      “Where is he?”

[vxughtless-mxde-blog]

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THE BUTCHER was rarely a patient man. He preferred to get things his way, and get them quickly; stepping on toes was NEVER an issue not anymore. Which was why his rash nature had led to this moment, stood in a concrete room with a BRIGHT, luminescent bulb hanging over head, and two Supes stood within that room with him.

"So," He began finally, "When the fuck did Vought start makin' cunts like you?" Billy questioned The Herald, clearly referencing the display of shadowy prowess that had landed his ass to the floor ( and for him to be saved by Beth - AGAIN ) moments before.

He pointed up to the light bulb, a new invention from Frenchie ( good lad ) , and waited for a flicker, "Ah, ah, don't try that shit here, Cassanova. Back-up generator and the like, and her," He pointed to Beth, who was stood quietly in the corner, "She creates instant light. That's your weakness, ain't it? Does it hurt?"

[digital-firefly-a]

Desert Curiosities

@malonox

What a ride.. This place was beautiful.  Rich, blue skies with spots of clouds, fresh air.  She could do without the heat, but that didn’t so much bother her when the wind was keeping her cool.  She had run from San Francisco again, hit up Vegas for a day and sped her way into oblivion.

A set of goggles work like sunglasses to help keep things clear on the path ahead with a helmet resting down over her tied back hair.  She wore something simple - a dusty tank top from driving across sand, and being a general nuisance, and a pair of faded brown cargo pants tucked into boots.  Her usual would have been sneakers, but she’d rather not be dumping sand from them by the end of the day.

In her saddle bag she had a pair, however, along with a weekends worth of necessities and -- her usual couple bottles of whiskey and a couple hoagies stored in a freezer bag.

On her handlebar, a raven would sit with its wings spread out as if it were flying.  It seems to be enjoying itself especially considering how ridiculously fast she was going.  All this open terrain, and barely anyone on the road, she was happy to be there just experiencing life.

With the sun setting however, she pulls in to a small gas station and motel combination and dismounts, checking the skies for any sign of rain.  Her raven, tired from the excitement of the day, ruffles its feathers before hopping up onto the arm offered towards it, “C’mon, mate.  Time for some rest.”

Grabbing up her things, she moves the raven to her shoulder and heads for the manager’s office.  A chime at the door would signal her arrival, followed by a curious, English-American accented voice, “Oi, anyone about?”

[theagxntoflight]

@malonox

He heard of the man, but this was the first time he had actually seen him. He had to remain calm. The garage was lit, this was a safe haven and he at least had powers that would protect him from anything the guy would throw at him.

Looking back to his bike, he asked nonchalantly, “Do you need something? You don’t look like you’re around from here.”