#mortalduality

[killertwhips]

@mortalduality - rafi isn't on the menu

you can't save them all. no matter how quick you swing. no matter how many zombies you punch. people are going to die. perry repeated this mantra as he swung over ravenous hordes of the undead. was he partially to blame for unleashing these monsters onto halcyon city? possibly. did he feel bad that innocents were caught in the crossfire? possibly. was he going to make up for that now by saving as many people as he could? definitely. so it was rafi's luck that gossamer had been overhead when he was cornered by a gnarly zombie. he swings down low, scooping him up with one arm while holding onto his webbing with the other hand. " did you try to tell them you weren't on the menu? " perry jokes, soaring above dark streets while zombies roam the streets beneath. " I tried to tell 'em that, and they just snarled at me. rude, right? "

[medichastings]

CLOSED STARTER || @mortalduality

They all had enough stress on their minds; worrying about what each day was going to bring them and how they were going to sustain this group getting larger and larger each day. The last thing they needed to be dealing with was uncomfortable bunking arrangements. Michael liked Francisco well enough. The didn't talk a lot but when they did they managed to get along, it helped that he was incredibly handsome, but aside from the occasional small talk when one of them was struggling to fall asleep or when there was nothing else for them to do in the Metro Center things between the pair had been a bit tense since they started bunking together in Aunt Carol's Home Goods.

So Michael hatched a plan.

He wasn't sure it was going to work but he had to try something. Making his way to the sex shop in the mall, he was hoping to find some kind of left over ridiculous inflatable to bring back to show Francisco as a bonding moment; something they could both laugh at and make jokes about what the could use it for now. Unfortunately most of that kind of stuff had already been taken, or was damaged, so he had to pivot.

--and this was definitely a pivot.

He wasn't sure how Francisco was going to react but, before the outbreak, he had done this a few times before with some of his guy friends and it always went over well and earned a few laughs. Granted, normally a lot of drinking was involved, but right now Michael couldn't be picky. They didn't have a lot of options and he wanted to let the other man know he was here to be friends with him; he wanted Francisco to be more comfortable around him.

Getting back to their shared spot, he heard the other rummaging around and hurried off to a corner so he could hide and change. After what felt like half an hour, most of the time was taken for Michael to calm himself and his nerves down, he finally emerged wearing a black, lacey corset that he had almost managed to get completely fastened on his own, a matching black lacey bra, and a sheer pair of bright pink lacey panties.

Clearing his throat as he approached Francisco, a slight blush dusting over his cheek bones and his collar bones, Michael placed his hands on his hips and waited for the other man to turn around and look at him. "I, uh," he mumbled with a heavy swallow of his breath. "I noticed you seemed to be really tense the past few days and I just-- I wanted to distract you and help you relax. Saw this at the Leather & Lace and thought you might like it?" He wiggled his shoulders, and his hips, as he tried to tease the other man playfully; hoping to get a reaction out of him and, at least, make him laugh. "So... whaddya think?"

[scavengerfirestone]

CLOSED STARTER || @mortalduality

"No, dude, I'm not ignoring you. I'm totally listening. Absolutely. Zombie erections do sound weird, or whatever," Obviously Bradley wasn't listening. Clamoring to his feet as he saw Kennedy walk by-- across the Metro Center's courtyard-- the man hurriedly nodded to the person he had been talking to in an attempt to end the conversation without being an entire asshole. "No, yeah, I totally care but-- dude-- I have got to run, I forgot I had something, uh, other than this conversation to do so I will... catch you later? Yeah. I will catch you later. You rock, Bradster out."

--and just like that he walked away from them.

Jogging after Kennedy because the man had walked further away from him, Bradley winced a bit under his breath as his knee protested to the sudden and unnecessary strain by shooting a pang of pain through his leg as he finally caught up the man; to one of their counsel members.

"Kennedy, my man. K-Dawg; the K-ster; Ken; Kenny," pouring on what he considered to be charm, Bradley reached out to clap both hands onto the other man's shoulders; gripping onto him and giving him a playful shake as he pulled him back so Bradley could step forward at the same time and get next to him. "How have you been man? Have I told you how fucking awesome you are this week-- because you are. Fucking awesome. You should know that man if you don't. You're basically a rock star, you definitely look like one right now. Have- have you been working out?"

Obviously, Bradley wanted something.

[heroescue]

（     •°•  ⚠  •°•         /        ⭑      ）michelette  couldn't  say  they  fully  knew  the  suffering  of  the  people  in  halcyon;  once  they  retrieved  and  passed  off  the  darkhold,  their  work  was  done,  so  to  speak.  the  life  of  a  mercenary,  not  all  that  concerned  with  morality.  though,  if  they  knew  the  unleashing  of  monsters  was  the  end  result,  they  may  have  shown  a  bit  more  discernment  with  the  job  …  then  again,  the  money  would  have  probably  course-corrected  their  view.  paid  and  healed  from  their  garnered  injuries,  the  french  beauty  was  ready  to  resume  business  as  usual.  with  the  streets  safer,  michelette  took  a  chance  to  browse  the  high  end  part  of  town;  a  need  for  a  latte  before  they  shop  at  a  luxury  store  of  sorts.  they  deserved  it  for  being  so  pretty.

“  mmm  …  merci  ~  ”  the  lust  mercenary  winks  as  their  vanilla  cappuccino  is  brought  and  made  to  perfection.  do  they  get  off  on  the  server  trying  to  inconspicuously  stare  at  their  tits  ?  perhaps.  but  they  are  no  target  or  point  of  interest,  so  it's  little  more  than  child's  play  to  them.  but  maybe  the  buff  stranger  with  a  …  sunny  disposition  behind  them  would  be  a  better  selection  considering  they  had  just  been  made  one  of  the  sovereign  seven.  for  now  though,  michelette  just  thought  they  were  cute,  giving  a  little  lilt  and  sip  as  they  walk  by:  will  he  take  the  bait  ? 

@mortalduality

[killertwhips]

@mortalduality

so much had been lost during the course of the endless night, and perry's memories had been one of many casualties. the story that hive had been controlling gossamer via brainwashing the entire time seemed entirely plausible to perry who could hardly remember anything. he remembered his name, his identity as gossamer, and little else. he felt as though he had been abandoned with no friends or family to call his own. he had a budding relationship, but that was hardly a comfort in the face of existential dread. gossamer refused to roll over and take it, however. he would start life anew, and he needed coffee to do so. deja brew was still a favorite of the spider who stopped in to grab an iced coffee before he started apartment hunting. en route to the counter, he bumped into somebody who should have been familiar. their shoulders collide, sending rafi's coffee tumbling out of his hands. using his reflexes, perry was able to catch the cup before it collided with the floor and any of its contents were spilled. " sorry about that. " he offers an apologetic smile, offering rafi his coffee. " what'd you get? it looks good. "

[capedauthority]

@mortalduality

This was the end of the world. Or, at least, that's what it felt like.

Fire was everywhere, people were panicking, literal zombies were walking the Earth... it was a nightmare, but even Jack found himself out in the frontlines. Of course, he wasn't trying to fight the monstrosities - not unless he absolutely had to. No, he was focused on trying to evacuate as many people as possible and checking on those that needed help more than others - like those in the nursing home - and that meant putting himself in the middle of it so that others could focus on the aftermath.

Wearing his suit, the soldier found himself heading out of the school that he had made as an evacuation zone when he saw someone running with a flying beast chasing after them. Immediately he sprang into action, running as fast he could - which was certainly faster than an average human - before he jumped, leaping towards the winged creature. With a hand balled into a fist, Jack landed a punch on the beast's chest, knocking him out of the sky. As Jack landed on the ground, he turned to look over at the person that had been running.

"Quick, get inside the school. You will be safe there," Jack said, the voice modulator in his suit changing his voice to avoid people from being able to recognize it from his own - or that of Patriot's.

Without waiting to see what the other would do, or say, he turned to face the winged creature once more.

[b3felled]

@mortalduality lysandros x godefrius (based on x)

"fuck," godefrius hissed from between his teeth. prince lysandros had proven himself to be quite the crafty man, escaping the guards' watch from time to time, that the king now ordered godefrius to keep watch over the prince. thus, the lord commander spent half his time shadowing prince lysandros and keeping track of his movement. godefrius had made the mistake of lowering his guard because, for the longest time, he perceived prince lysandros as, well, the prince with a penchant for running away unnoticed and nothing more, and it cost him his dignity.

who knew that lysandros' cunning streak could go beyond?

godefrius knew that he could easily unravel his restrained wrists with only a touch of his magic, but every time lysandros took him into his mouth, the wet heat sent his brain fizzling and all thoughts disappeared. "fuck, p--lysandros," the lord commanded let out a wholehearted moan, pelvis tilting forward. if his brain was working properly, he would have balked, he would have tried to push lysandros away, but it felt like all blood had rushed southward, to his length that disappeared inside the prince's mouth. kneeling in front of the lord commander, the prince sure painted a beautiful picture. "let me go so i can fuck you properly, little prince," godefrius murmured, all lust-addled voice, a low growl in his throat.

[heavensoared]

@mortalduality (lysandros)

surreal  was  a  strong  word,  but  darius  had  no  other  to  explain  how  all  this  felt  to  him.  seeing  regia  ignis  overflow  with  people  from  all  across  the  realm  filled  him  with  dread  up  to  the  point  that  he  fled  the  palace  to  clear  his  mind  &  forget  about  the  coronation  for  a  little  while.  drakereach  was  alive  with  the  thunder  of  celebration,  its  winding  streets  overflowing  with  travelers  from  every  corner  of  the  realm  as  well.  market  stalls  groaned  under  the  weight  of  exotic  goods,  their  merchants  calling  out  in  a  dozen  different  tongues,  while  the  scent  of  roasting  meats  &  spiced  wine  thickened  the  air.

minstrels  played  lively  tunes  on  every  street  corner,  their  melodies  weaving  through  the  laughter  &  cheers  of  revelers.  golden  banners  bearing  the  sigil  of  the  skywarden  line  draped  from  balconies,  fluttering  in  the  mountain  breeze.  nobles  in  silken  finery  rubbed  shoulders  with  battle-scarred  warriors  &  foreign  dignitaries  watched  in  fascination  as  fire-dancers  twirled  &  leapt,  their  movements  casting  flickering  shadows  against  the  ancient  stone.  as  night  approached,  the  city  glowed  with  lantern  light  &  the  distant  roar  of  dragons  overhead  reminded  all  who  had  gathered  (including  darius  unfortunately)  that  this  was  no  mere  festival—this  was  the  dawn  of  a  new  reign.

though  one  face  in  the  crowd  piqued  his  interest.  of  course  he  was  here.  little  smile  on  his  lips,  he  grabbed  a  mug  from  the  bar  &  leaned  in  to  clank  it  against  the  other's,  shoulder  bumping  into  his.  "look  who  the  cat  dragged  in."