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[hellfire010]

⊰ ✦ ⊱ ◦ LORD VECNA ( @ohohone​ )

Despite two thousand volts of fear tingling and twitching through his body all at once, he met the elder's gaze head-on. There was an aseptic lack of life in those shocking blue eyes that made forgotten memories crackle at the edges of his mind, ones that should stay dormant. It was suddenly clearer now more than ever what needed to be done. Being afraid is healthy, but fear is an enemy, and it was here, Eddie decided, he would strike it down alongside the skulking wraith parading around in human skin. ❝ Well now, don't you sound confident, and all over a lucky strike too. ❞ His voice shook beneath the bravery he tried to exude, beneath the skittish quiver of a smile he was trying to mirror. He stepped closer then, slowly coming to the edge of the table, on guard for any surprises. As Eddie glanced down at the set-up of the board, his voice began to level. ❝ But, see, the thing I've learned is, confidence is just like luck. You can't hold onto it forever. ❞ And yet confidence was exactly what was needed for him to come out of this alive. The pale gray figures looked up from the table, as if with pleading eyes for a savior to change their story. Despite the fact they were generic store-bought miniatures, the faces of friends and those lost to the void were imposed upon them. Eddie's newfound friendships spurred a burning loyalty, and the desire to win was even greater than before, knowing he had more to lose than just his own soul. However, it was an advantage the other had over him, and he mentally cursed himself for it. ❝ Since it's just the two of us, I'll be the DM. Someone's gotta. As smart as you look, sir, I don't think you got the grasp on this. No way, no how. But feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, ha! ❞ he mocked, fully leaning over the board to find inspiration in the layout of creatures, doors, and walls. The character he made, Lord Vecna, stood three tiles—or thirty feet—across from a wizard similar in appearance to Eddie. Immediately, he pointed it out and readied himself for the role of Dungeon Master. ❝ Edvard von Martritz, Wizard of Venom, crashes into the hellish and macabre throne room, and comes face-to-face with the great Lord Vecna. It's everything or nothing now, for if he cannot find the weakness of this malformed creature of the night, the party is sure to perish. ❞ As he continued to tell the story, he fumbled for the set of dice he kept in his jacket pocket at all times. Opening his right hand for the other to see them all, Eddie carefully plucked out the bright, candied red D20 and D10. His gaze lifted to Henry's once more as he began to shake the pair. ❝ Edvard casts the spell Charm Creature. ❞ The dice bounced and clacked across the table, gracelessly sliding right beneath the elder's nose, the number's glowing white. Twenty and Eight. Not the highest on the second die, but a hit, nonetheless. ❝ Duration is forty-five minutes, as per the manual's rules. Lord Vecna is now charmed by Edvard von Martritz until the spell wears off, or until Edvard or his companions try to inflict harm on Vecna. The charmed now regards Edvard as a friendly acquaintance. ❞ A winner's smile slowly appeared. ❝ Let's have a chat, ❛ friend. ❜ ❞

[hawkinsrcyalty]

closed starter || @ohohone

Billy woke up. While information trickled in - headache, dry mouth, vague hospital smell - he blinked, waiting for his brain to switch on. Mornings were never his strong suit. He squinted reflexively against the morning light from the window before he realized that there was no sunlight, no window, and this wasn’t even his bedroom.

He sat up, grimacing against the dull throbbing in his skull. What the fuck happened?

And then he remembered. Neil’s ashen face and the faint tinkling of broken glass still falling out of the empty window frames. The disgust in his dad’s voice. ‘You damn freak!’

Fuck.

He’d... snapped? Usually his limbs turned to lead the moment Neil raised his hand, but this time something in his mind had lashed out. But it not only pushed Neil back, but blew out every window in the room.

Neil avoided him for a full day, and when he came back he wasn’t alone. Billy had gotten in a couple of good hits before he felt a needle in his neck. And this place? He didn’t know what to make of it. The sterile environment, like something caught between a hospital and a prison. The plain, grey sweatpants and t-shirt he was wearing told him somebody had taking the liberty to change him as if he was a fucking toddler.

I’d kill for a cigarette.

When the door at the end of the room opened he got to his feet, fear and anticipation curling in his chest.

[sugaredjoy]

❀ @ohohone​ sent:  “ sometimes accidents just happen. ” 

[  accident.  right, an accident.  that had to be what it was.  she’s still wary though, and it can be read all across her face.  her eyes are big and blue and wide; they flicker to their surroundings.  her lips are drawn in a pout.  she doesn’t know what to think, she doesn’t want to assume he’s lying to her but  ...  something about this doesn’t seem so accidental. ]  ❝ i  ...  guess you’re right.  so it was just an accident? ❞