#messxrem

[viigota-blog]

@messxrem liked for a starter!

Chest rises  &&  falls rapidly as Jesse stares DAGGERS at the commander. 

“You-you BASTARD! ”

Fury radiates off him in waves as panic grips his lungs  &&  chokes him. The room was too small. The handcuffs were too tight. His panic was too overwhelming.

So, he dealt with it the only way he knew how: RAGE.

“Y-ya can’t keep me here, y’know! The-they’re comin’ f’er me! &&-WHEN THEY DO! WE-WE’RE GONNA KICK YER ASS! YOU CAN’T KEEP ME HERE, SHITHEAD! ” 

[raddare-blog]

New Follower Starter : messxrem

@messxrem

“I am sorry for vhat you’ve become, I am, but I will not apologize for savin’ your life. And I never will.”

[plcytowin]

                                          @messxrem ♥’d [ x ]

              ❛ --- can i help you? ❜ ( she’d been content to relax               during her post workout down time, eyes focused on               scrubbing her hands thoroughly before she’s turning               around, meeting the body that matches the footsteps               she’d heard moments before. the person she’s met               with, however, makes her second guess her sarcast-               ic tone. )

[sansvol-a]

❝ Winding down our emotions.  Family and friends;  becoming ghosts to dream of and pass on time will erase every face, every name.  We are alone,  no-one to blame. ❞ 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ @messxrem //  bernadette  //  sc.

[qunas-blog]

@messxrem

“Feels like we're on the edge right now. I wish that I could say I'm proud.” 

“I'm sorry that I let you down--...”

[noxianhand-archive]

@messxrem​

While the query caught the wraith off guard, his person showed no attempt at wavering. Plumes of harsh, black smoke settled themselves back in place, rematerialzing as flesh and bone as they had done thousands of times over. This man was ruining his routine, and the Reaper did not appreciate the break in order.

                      ❝That implies you know what a monster looks like❞

He knew little of his opponent, letting his hands fall idle as he took an ounce of time to force his decisions to manifest. His vocal cords awoke once again with a booming voice, resonating more with a smoker or a demon than your average Joe.

                      ❝You seem to fit the mold well, wouldn’t you say?❞

the hand can’t help the little snicker at how the other words himself. yes, it was exactly what he implied: he himself a monster, he could recognize another for what they were. faithful great axe by his side (though not lifted, no, there is no deadly intent on his side for now---this is just a courteous talk), he watches the wraith in utter silence as he speaks. then shakes his head.

“i fit the mold. that is exactly why i said so.”

his own voice keeps to the growl of the wolf regardless of how techmaturgy altered him. glowing green eyes upon the stranger, he falls silent once, for a simple moment, more before speaking up once again.

“not so much of an offense when you recognize it yourself.”

[mcka-moved]

       SLURP. ❛      commander reyes.      ❜   || @messxrem ​ [sc]

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

@messxrem

The sensation of being alone is a welcoming feeling. When she spent nights by herself within her lab, Moira could truly dive deep into her work and be blessed with silence. The soft patter of rain against the neighboring window only added to the ambiance. For several hours now she had been working on a small device. Its pear-shaped chassis provided zero evidence as to what it is, but it clearly enchanted the scientist into silence. Her eyes honed in  on the various details as she turned it about with care between her spindly fingers. 

Working for Talon had left Moira with a generous amount of funding. It brought research she was unable to obtain previously. It brought new light into her life and now she had no restrains to keep her from continuing. This world will change and she would be part of the transformation. 

Though, she is soon pulled away from her work. There is something wrong with the atmosphere of her laboratory. She knew then she wasn’t alone. Her vision swept down to her arms that held a decent quantity of goosebumps. A sign of something grim to come, but instead of sporting any worried or unsure expressions, the ends of her mouth went up into a rather creepy smile.

“You are here.” Chirps the Irishwoman. “Please come sit, Gabriel.”  That name slips from her lips with ease. “I am glad you could make it. I have somethings I wish to test.” After she sets her toy down, she erects her posture and uses the back of her legs to push back her chair. “I was beginning to worry you would avoid your check-ups.”