#metallicorde

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   ‘ I wanna get ANOTHER pet.

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happy birfday hoe. ily <33

Thanks, main squeeze <33

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metallicorde || here

“How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know what the hell is going on?”

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                                                   starter for metallicorde | In this moment,                                   standing in the shadows, her defensive armour, sleek but strong,                                   (yet  not  strong  enough to  protect her  from  bruises or  broken                                   bones) and  helmet of  black  concealing  her  face,  her  identity,                                   Serafina was not Serafina - instead, she traded it for Pandora,  in                                   this  place  where  she  found  plans  of  a  public  murder  to  be                                   committed by a  stalker pushed to the  limit (her 29th  rescue this                                   month) and came to rescue the poor woman - a small part of her                                   job,  most   of  her  work  being  scientific; all   harassing   emails,                                   browser  history of  methods of murder,  photographs of stalking                                   victim,  phone  calls and  private  diary  entries  detailing  explicit                                   plans of homicide that would be found faxed to the police by the                                   time the officers brought the  stalker to  central booking.  Racing                                   on the black motorcycle,  like a  shadow flying  upon the breaths                                   of New  York  City,  she needed  somewhere  to change  quickly,                                   blend into the crowd, practice her alibi, - an  art she  learned and                                   perfected through experience and talent (10 years practice). 

       Hence why she stopped the motorcycle,            up around Morningside Heights, the electronic database maintained            by  Issac (her  secret-keeper, one  of her  best  friends’ little  brother            and the young man she trusted) telling her  it was around 2 am,  she            placed  the   motorcycle  within  an   abandoned  storage  area,  the            shadows  acting  as  a screen  with  Serafina  stripping  off  the suit,            leggings and a wool blouse underneath the armour (practicality was            always at the  beginning), Serafina  slipping on  her worn  and loved            soldier boots) and heading out into the cold night - mindful to catch            the  train, knowing there was no  cameras  around (all  disabled and            abandoned by the past company). What she didn’t expect, heading            down  Upper  West Side,  was  bumping  into  someone - her  mind            buzzing,  waiting  to be  caught,  always  paranoid and  accidentally            coming close to knocking someone over. 

                      ❛ I’m so, so sorry! ❜ 

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accents bc yolo again

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

(9/10)

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Accents

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

(3/10)

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accent c:

If I get 10 ‘ACCENT’ I will record my self saying sTUFF

4/10

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metallicorde

Max was nervous to say the absolute least. To be honest she was pretty terrified. She’d sort of applied for a position here as a joke. Especially since she knew that the hospital would reccomend they didn’t hire her, filling out a résumé was just something to do with her new free time. Now that she was actually here it was pretty scary.

Also she was extremely paranoid that one of the superheroes wandering around was somehow going to be able to sniff out her ’p o w e r s’ and that was the last thing she wanted to deal with. But she had the job now. And she was going to do the best she could with it. So she steeled her nerves, fixed a smile, and started to acclimate herself with her surroundings. It just so happened that her surroundings were The Avengers Tower. No big deal, right?

“ Ah, hello! ” Admittedly, Max was a little surprised to hear someone coming in so soon, since obviously she had no clue where anything was yet, but she would still do her best. “ How can I- Oh. Mister Stark. Hi, how can I help? ”