#ofarkhxm

[goddamnmuses]

@ofarkhxm • Continued

It had been one hell of a long day and what had meant to be a little bit of a sit down to catch his breath had instantly turned into him falling asleep against her, a complete stranger.

Suddenly hearing her speak he bolts awake, jumping slightly and shifting across the bench a little. "I am.. So sorry.. so so sorry.. Did not mean to just pass out on you like that.. sorry."

[pains-illusions]

@ofarkhxm -Closed RP-

Aurelie has been an enigma since day one. The Doctor still recalls the day she arrived at one of his facilities. A shy little child with no idea of her own capabilities. Her powers are something that William has been eager to study. But as always, work comes first. He had managed to spare a few days over the years to visiting his little telekinetic pet project. Not as often as he would like, but he has always left her in good hands. In the care of competent scientists dedicated to studying her abilities and documenting the progress of her powers as she grew.

It just so happens that a business trip of his was cancelled last minute. Seemingly the CEO of a rival competitor ‘disappeared’. Just as Vert Bioenergia and the rival company were set to compete for a US Government tender. 

Funny, how things work out.

But it leaves him with plenty of time to visit his various facilities and assure everything is running smoothly. And of course, he is going to squeeze in a chance to see how his prized telekinetic is doing.

“Hello Aurelie.” The Doctor greets as he steps into the room. Its a rather plain setup, with a desk and a chair facing a perspex wall. On the other side of the glass, Aurelie’s padded cell sits. Its equally as bare as the observation room, but with one key difference being that any furniture in there is nailed down.

The Doctor sets his briefcase on the desk and takes a seat facing the observation window. A cool, confident smile settled across his face.

“How have you been?”

[hxllblazer-a]

@ofarkhxm || sc!

“Pretend I’ve just asked you ‘bout the weather.” It’s quick, it’s… well, probably concerning, but it was also pretty clear that John was trying to blend in. And get away from some people clearly looking for someone, pretending he didn’t notice them over his shoulder. A quick whisper of hurry up before he dipped into a… well… not that great American accent and spoke a bit louder. “Aah, yeah, haven’t seen your mother in ages! Heard it’s getting real nasty up state!”

[musesofthenightsky]

@ofarkhxm

V and Griffon both watched the woman stumbling around the woods. They were there because they needed money and were sent to hunt something wiping over livestock. They didn’t know who she was or her story.

Griffon rustled his feathers and tilted his head. “Do you think she’s aware she’s lost?”

“No.” V closed his book, realising very quickly the chicken wasn’t going to let it go. They were waiting for Shadow to return from recon and this was just as interesting as waiting. “She might make decent bait. However leading her around will be a pain.” He tapped the spine of the book thinking. They hadn’t even decided if the thing was eating livestock for ease of access or preference.

The bird swiped his beak against the branch. “If I was in it’s place, cow would be far more appealing that some human.”

It wasn’t that they were talking loudly behind her back to be mean. They did not think she could hear them and today had been rather boring. 

[beware-the-owlman]

@ofarkhxm​

He hadn't done this in a while.

At least not with her.

The lights in the hallway of the living quarters would seem as if they had burnt out, when in fact Thomas had cut off the power. He wanted complete darkness to hide in that night.

He stood at the end of the hall, his night vision goggles seeing perfectly in the pitch black. It was a trick used for ambushing targets, snitches and such, but it worked well for his lovers too - provided they were the forgiving type. She would be here soon - he had planned that she would not sleep too long.

He was biding his time - waiting for her to be close enough. And when she was…

The Owl’s hand clamped on Aurelie’s mouth so she couldn’t scream. His other hand held the razorang at her throat - it was a blunt one incapable of making a cut without extreme pressure, but convincing enough to force her up against the wall with no objection.

“Don’t...move,” his threatening ‘Owlman voice’ commanded

[ears-off]

@ofarkhxm​  

 In midst of travel, Cohen was a bit erratic, a disaster. Holding his canvases, in one arm, and his suitcase, in the other hand; full of theater ideas, poetry, songs, and more. A man trying to do it all and at once. Hustling through the side walk traffic. Only to take a sharp turn colliding with someone. Groaning and grumbling the artist hurried to pick his belongs up from the cement. Inspecting for damages.

“ Just great! I’m late and lost....

          nearly destroying my canvases!” 

[never-trust-anyone-over-30-000]

@ofarkhxm​

“...and now, visualize yourself floating away from your earthly confinement.”

Normally Evey would be floating a few inches off the ground for his meditation, but it would be an unfair advantage over his student. So, he sat cross-legged on one of the many comfortable cushions on the stone floor of his Meditation Chamber, across from the woman he was attempting to lecture in the finer points of astral projection.

“Imagine your physical self detaching from...” he stopped mid-sentence, having opened a single eye to view his student’s progress, and was not pleased with what he saw, “...are you asleep?”

[messrchase]

@ofarkhxm​ “I was thinking we could ask Wil if we could take his boat - or one of his boats at least - out of the bay.” Leo looked out at the mentioned body of water as it sparkled gently in the afternoon light, barely moved beyond the appearance of a mirror by a just-there breeze. “Or am I being a little too wishful for something that isn’t there, or rather won’t be?”