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He couldn’t respond verbally, putting a hand to the man’s arm in response.

Looking around once again for anyone who might be with the man-or, in this case, after him- Henry tapped him on the shoulder before pulling out his cell phone. 

Using text to speech, he typed [Are you alone? We need to get you out of here.]

Roman cracked his eyes open to peer at the other man as he tapped his shoulder.  Why wasn’t he speaking?

He jumped at the sudden voice from the phone, however, and slowly nodded his head. “..I am.”

“You- can you not speak?” Very tactful, Roman. Very tactful.

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#pickxyourxpath#pickxyourxpath - Roman#violence tw#knife tw#permission to fuck henry up with a knife I don't care fam

(Exhibit A why I like rping with Sparks. He’s just as “fuck my muse’ day up” as I am, lmao)

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Watching the man mess around in his jacket; Roman finally realized what he was doing. “Kni-” His voice broke when he shouted to warnHenry, gagging to interrupt himself as he reached and grabbed at the attacker’s leg. 

“Knife!” 

he dug his ragged fingernails into the man’s ankle as he grasped as hard as he could; getting kicked by the man’s free leg in retaliation. 

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{one-man-war-machine} *drags you away by the arm*

-Roman-

He was screaming, he was drunk, and he was beaten pretty badly. Did Roman let this stop him? Of course not! He was Black Mask!

Was.

While that was a feared name before; Harley made sure to rip that down and now he was left trying to reclaim the fear that people once had of him. Profanity left his lips in waves, as did speckles of blood from the nosebleed that went down the back of his throat. 

When someone caught his remaining arm mid swing and started dragging him back; he tried fighting and yanking himself free; turning  his fury to the offending person. “Do you know who I am? I’m Roman Fucking Sionis! Let go of me this instant!” 

The man’s grip didn’t let up. One hell of a grip, too. “Fucking.. Let go! I’ll kill you!”

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{one-man-war-machine} ➣ Hank

➣ Slap their hand away 

 He first noticed the man knelt down outside his home, figuring it was just another drunk trying to right himself. 

When Hank got closer, however, he noticed the blood; causing him to walk faster to the man and check on him.

“Hey. Hey! You ok? What happened?”Hank bent down, putting a hand to his shoulder while he spoke. When he slapped his hand away, the man noticed he had metal jutting from his knuckles. 

An android? ...No. This man had red blood.He wasn’t sure what the hell to make of this man but.. Well he obviously needed help.“Don’t be scared. I just want to know what happened.”

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{one-man-war-machine} 🔑-reverse

🔑- sitting on the ground, wheezing & coughing (Reverse- Albert finds your muse)

As he was taking a walk, Albert first dismissed the wheezing and coughing. Probably an infected, yes?

No. 

As he turned the corner, this man didn’t seem dead at all. 

“Sir..” He continued with caution, but also curiosity “Have you been bitten?”

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{one-man-war-machine} 🚪 sure let's go with strangers meeting this way, lmao

23. covered in tiny scrapes and cuts

She was frightened. It was another micro dream and she’d been chased through an overgrown part of town. 

Damn, and here Nancy thought she’d escaped Freddy by skipping town entirely and visiting a cousin in Washington. And he wasn’t even living here any more.

Stranger danger had nothing on the dream demon staring at her from across the street, so she couldn’t help knocking on the door to the first floor apartment. 

She had to get away from him.

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[Starter for @one-man-war-machine, Payday Henry AU]

Sokol had never been to opposed to new heisters. It meant fresh faces, new comrades, and even better...people to beat in hockey. The only person who had even come close to beating him was Chains. And Clover, but he wouldn’t admit that. 

A grin grew over his face, holding his hand out for a shake. He’d been assigned to pretty much show him around.

“Привет друг! I am Sokol.”

(translation: Hello friend!)