#nobilitisms 01

[portalgunning]

             Run, just keep running. Or at least that’s what she thought she was going to do until she came in the middle of a gunfight, quickly shooting a portal to a nearby wall, then one at her feet popping out and glancing around for any injuries. 

The gentleman have seemed to notice her though, just what she wanted. OR at least one in particular as the other was dispatched due to the fact she’d surprised them.

A quiet shuffle and she quickly clicks the button that shuts off the portal gun, essentially restarting it so the holes vanish with a quick powering down noise then right back on.

No emancipation grills to make them vanish out here. A shuffle before she rubs the back of her neck, she is not good at this.

A quick shift and she pushes one of her hips up, placing the gun beside it, then gives a quick gesture.  A forward head tilt and raised eyebrows, concerned expression. ( are you alright )

She just hopes they know sign language. Or have the knowledge to read a gestural prompt. // @nobilitisms​

[decomposeyourself]

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Taking refuge from the flood meant entering the storms. Amalie has a soft spot for this sort of weather, full of memories spent in windows, face lit up by lightning strikes. This brings back a similar nostalgia, even if the scarf that was supposed to keep her somewhat dry is plastered to her head along with all of her hair. All she can really do is watch everything and shiver, relishing in the solemn misery of being alone. 

Being interrupted by another presence isn’t exactly welcome, but Amalie isn’t completely antisocial in this moment. It takes a moment of observing the stranger from across the street, before she decides that it’s worth anything at all. She’s taken no sides in this mess, after all. Her disdain stretches for miles, and Amalie is still unsure if outing herself as something more sinister is worth having her abilities back.

“It’s a terrible day to not have a raincoat, hm?” Amalie appears out of the mist, hands folded behind her back and eyes constantly darting between the only other person on the street, and the rounded shape of the storm clouds. 

Briefly, she reaches to wring the water from her hair. “You’ll have to forgive me if I impose, but you seemed a bit lost.” 

[thwipsoniac]

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Getting new clothes sucked. Especially waltzing out of a shop with a duffel bag full of them dressed in a bootleg Spider-Man costume. What he wouldn’t give for his web-shooters. Jogging his way back to his apartment and getting inside to change clothes was going to suck. May as well get a lay of the land first. 

He does, however, decide to talk to the nearest person he can find. Boy, did they look like the official type, too. Just his luck.

“Say, you know your way around here? Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man would kill for a burger right about now.”