#only justice

[felrend]

Understanding

[omaskit]

Your best friend, your right hand, basically confessed to murder

Your response? Guitar riff

[tobethestrongest]

Vows Renewed

Tagging @smolcatte and @the-faceless-ffxiv, for mentions

This plague had her in its grips, but something worse burnt through her veins than its hideous infection. "For what you were before. I'll give you. That chance. No more cowardice. No more run-" and there were more coughs then, a sickening increase in that wetness, mumbled words in Hellsguard laced with concern as she fell back onto the bed, crimson streaming from her nose, leaking from her lips. She heard the other turn their pearl off as she curled into herself.

It was a dire situation as it had been before. She'd sat in quarantine doing what she could whilst confined. Plans had been drawn for security, communications with the Grand Companies via pearl connections, and as much intel as she could gather whilst drifting in and out of consciousness had kept her mind sharp. As long as she could protect those in need then she had reason to push back.

And now, she'd found out that one of her nearest had been playing the other side. It was an honest mistake that she had, others talking too openly on their line, dropping that one name that made her blood run cold. Pheli Calar. Friend, wife of the one she had let rest and join her comrades when he too had fallen. A long-suffering sort, but not the kind to wish genocide upon the world, surely?

Her hands clenched weakly into fists as she mulled over it. Again and again, the line of thought led to the same conclusion. It was fear that had driven her to sin, but the crime at hand was too horrendous to bear. Those flowers. She'd seen her with them before, and without after. They bore the filth that now rendered her unable to leave that bed, had brought some to the brink of death, that hurt children, the vulnerable. Who knew how many had fallen to it.

Even with a cure now made it was too late for many, and their cries echoed too loudly in her mind. The chorus of those last breaths for justice was near enough deafening the last few days, and she lacked the will to push it down. Or, perhaps, she no longer wished to.

Certainly, with this news, she wondered why she had held back. Another betrayal, too close to her care. Totobani she had come to some peace over, deciding she had been played by the little lalafell the entire time. But Pheli? Kind, sweet mother that she was, comforter of those hurt, and a fierce fighter against such evils in her own regard. Her betrayal stung in her breast. True, the Hellsguard had been absent some in recent times, but when they had last spoke it was as though not a day had passed. And now, this? When had she accepted the whisper's foul deal, she wondered? Was she playing her for a damnsed fool?

She growled. Why did she hold back anymore. Why did she push back against that eternal beat in her mind. She was their warrior, was she not? The one to hold their line, fuelled by their cries and calls to deliver what was denied. Why, she asked in the grips of that fever, did she answer the call but push it down at the same time?

She forced herself upright after a time, leaning back against the pillows of that bed. Her glassed eye began to shine, a burning purple hue that flickered like an all-consuming fire. She would deliver their justice, and it would be taken right to this faceless whisperer’s domain. No matter where they hid, she would find them.

For the sake of those falling and gone, they would soon know what Vengeance meant.

[starinthebasement]

Definitely wasn't listening to Hollywood Undead while writing this.

[orderedxswordman]

Sleep left my mind.

Why don't you come here and ask the mun stuff ? It's ooc monday and I have no muse. No boundaries edition.

[frogsman]

no offense but i don’t think i want jack in any ships?? let him be a Bitter Old Man 

[blackmarkettrombones]

Just watched Dredd

Imagined him making goofy expressions with his eyes under the mask.

Now I want the exact same movie, but he has huge googly eyes on his mask the whole time.

[sirnotappearinginthisblog]

i'm like Melisandre but instead of being filled with the fire of R'hllor i am filled with the fire of feminist rage