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[vendettavalor]

A Steed's Loyalty

⚔️ Closed starter for @musesmyway ‘s Doomslayer! ⚔️

Something's wrong.

She can feel it in her horns, plainly as she can feel the shift in the air that preludes a storm. Plainly as she feels the ground beneath her feet where she leaves her scratch marks. Plainly as she can feel the stares of fear and disdain from the other Sentinels, the other beasts, that remind her she's not like them. Not really.

She's known it since she woke up here. Known it just as well as she knew him. Even with his armor, even with the blood, and sweat, and viscera of demons that coated him after battle. She knew it as well as she knew his scent, the feel of his heavy gloves against her head, the weight and rhythm of his footsteps as he approached and the warmth of him that seeped through his suit when he rested himself against her side. She knew him, just the same as he knew her.

And this wasn't him.

She comes when called, just as she always does. She always answers to him and no one else. But she stops short of greeting him with a gentle press of her armored head like she usually. Because it's not him. Not really. And she knows it. It looks like him. It smells like him. It walks and moves and fights like him. But it isn't.

For that reason, she lingers just a beat too long. Her jaws part with a rumbling growl that any other would find menacing. He never has - always able to placate her with a gentle hand and the knowledge that no matter how fussy she can appear, she'd never turn that fury on him. But he doesn't even do that. And it only solidifies her certainty.

Something is definitely wrong.

[inaudible-summoner]

Supreme teamup

Closed rp with: @musesmyway

Down by some docks in Metropolis "There's another one captured....you know you don't have to do this; with me...I know you have a nation to run." Lawrence turns towards his twin brother.

His twin put a zip-tie firmly around the fae guard remnants; having a couple of his guards disguised as FBI take them into one of their aircrafts. He'd turn towards his younger brother. "Come on law-man, I do lead Africa but, couldn't leave my twin to do this alone--" He'd pat the side of his shoulder looking back at their handiwork.

"Sides...this is our mess, we shouldn't let these guys come mess up another world if we can."

"Wish...we didn't have to...we just started new lives; I just started teaching..." The scarred summoner would run his hands down his face.

BOOM!

"Sir one of the fae guard made a break for it!!"

Looking towards each other the twins would nob before taking off after them, to a normal non summoner; most would see a man in armor floating, but there was something their; this man did not care about going through traffic or civilians. But the twins were there to stop it; Lawrence would make portals, taking things to place in the way of their quarry, or moving people to safety.

While Lewis pursued ontop of his robotic Canine via the rooftops; finally cornering the knight, the two made sure there weren't any people around.

"Give up, involving innocence's will just have me put you down..." Lawrence approached from behind.

"You don't wanna hurt anyone, you're a knight; honorable...right?" Lewis added in.

Breathing heavily the knight would look up towards the building towering above them all. "Fuck honor...this is my life-do it!" The beast he was riding would light up, the twins immediately would close the gap before boom, it shoot out a beam towards the large building. Cutting through it with ease, before it start slowly crashing towards them.

"!!! JUNO!" Lawrence would point as the large angelic summon would fly over to try keeping the building intact.

[thegirlwondcr]

closed starter @musesmyway

It has been a very weird past couple of days for Emma. Things seemed to be fine and normal, her mom left to run errands-- a normal thing for her to do. The abnormal thing was, she never came back. Sometimes there was delays and things that would get in the way. What was Emma supposed to do about it? She couldn't leave. So Emma did the only thing she could--wait.

She went through a few books to help pass time, and ended up falling asleep with one in hand before a sudden alarm woke her up. That also was not normal. No clue what the alarm was for, she moved to the living area to try and make sense of it. Emma kept a firm grip of her book while waiting for the alarm to just end.

[2ndbat]

@musesmyway continued from : { here }

" Sure I do. " An answer to both questions. " Do you always complain when other people try to help you, gramps? "

Terry knew his way around injuries like this. He wasn't a professional by any means, but he knew enough. He already had some cloth out, ready to reapply pressure to the wound. As he did, the teen couldn't help but think back to his old man doing this for him more than a few times.

It hadn't been too long between when he first found himself dropped off in this universe and now. But there was enough time for him to know of the Batman residing here. Not much more than whatever the public knew though. Maybe even less than that.

He was afraid that this could be a version of him. Even now, when he was starting to doubt the idea, it was a real worry in the back of his mind. Who knew what other universes could do to the man, what they could mold him into. Still, he couldn't see him using a gun.

This Bat didn't sound like him either. There were some similarities besides the obvious off rip, but he felt different. Terry wasn't sure what to make of him, honestly.

He really didn't want to keep thinking about it though. Instead he followed the steps he knew. Pressure for about fifteen minutes to stop the bleeding. If it doesn't stop, he knew to clean and suture it next. Terry was sure he had just enough stitching in his utility belt to sew this wound up. But not much more.

" Care to fill me in on what that was all about? " Obviously referring to the encounter that cause the injury in the first place.

Terry didn't look too closely at the bat cowl. Even if it were different than the old one back home, it still made him think about it. Instead he counted down the minutes in his head as he pressed against the wound, eyes glued to the spot. With the suit and his own capabilities, he also had to make sure it wasn't too much pressure.

[gravityslingshot]

@musesmyway asked: Ace barks, once, then twice, to get her attention. Clearly whatever he wants, he needs a human's help with. //Ace for Selina accepting memes

‘   Hey! Sshh…   ‘   At three, there was no headspace for bedwetting. This used to be the tight cubby space beneath the stripper gowns and dresses her mother used to put her in. It was darkness gloating like a two-bit maniac, hugging her tiny figure. And when she cried, a hand came out of nowhere, slapping her quiet.

Selina stoops low. The manicured edges of her nails pause in the air, open-palmed to collect his muzzle in them before sinking into the brim of his coat. She has a different kind of levity to the other women; no tinkling laughter or a sunshine smile.

‘   You’re gonna get both of us noticed.   ‘

[maximummuses]

Ace sits himself down nearby, having dropped whatever item it is he's carried over here down beside Maps, deeming whatever it was important enough to bring to her attention. //a pupper for Maps <3

"Hm? What do you got here, boy?" Maps leans down and picks up the pair of her own shoes dropped in front of her, examining them for a second before slipping them on then tying her laces.

"Do you wanna go on a walk, Ace? Is that it, buddy?"

[krypptonian]

"my point is, i question everything and everyone. you trust everyone and think everyone you've ever met is beautiful." - thomas

superman 2025

☀️-- Clark smiled slightly at that. The sentiment warmed him. Reminded him of Lois. She had said something similar to him many times when they found themselves in some sort of tight spot either on a beat or in their relationship.

He huffed softly, an almost laugh that passed through his nostrils. "You sound like a journalist I know. ...I just do my best to remember that people can change. They can always have a second chance. I don't think that anybody can be all bad. They're lost or hurt, lashing out."

[thegirlwondcr]

@musesmyway

"Bruce, I don't know if we should go to the museum..." Emma announced after being told that they were leaving within the next five minutes. She had all the clothes she owned, well, owned here, sprawled across her bed. "I just...I have no clue what people wear at museums. Is it like a more formal event? But how formal? I was thinking a sweater, skirt, and tights...but is it too cold in there for a skirt and tights? I also don't know if any of my sweaters are nice enough." She could easily picture the sweaters she had back home that would work perfectly for a formal event.

"Or, okay, hear me out, should I wear something more casual but show I know history?" When she definitely did not. "Jeans and a t-shirt that has something historic on it." She pointed at a possible pair of jeans, but then hesitated on a shirt because she's not even sure she owns something like that. "Do you have a shirt that I could borrow? Maybe we should go to the store before we go to the museum."