#paramourist

[niratias]

oh god SMASH OR PASS Sylvester @paramourist why the fuck not

"Uhhhh..." Mox scratches at his chin. "Pass. I don't do the hero thing."

"SMASH...yeah, smash. If he's, ehm, got time for me!" Dents, on the other hand...

Gabe is just laughing. That could mean anything. Run, Sylvester.

smash or pass: chaos edition

[the27percent]

@paramourist

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Leave it to different contexts requiring different things.Some places prefer being more direct, others more tact and with Atieno moving back and forth between varying locations - sometimes it is a bit easy for them to get the protocol mixed up, even if they were simply looking to make an interesting acquaintance at best.

They noticed the way he was observing them, trying to make heads or tails about what exactly they were.And by the time they spoke.. the sheer surprise he had .. had them flinching back a bit, lightly rubbing the back of their neck.

Too weird, too weird again Atieno ugh. They thought with some small measure of shame about the whole thing.

"Sorry, sorry. That was .. probably very weird to say off the bat. But yeah..long days get to everyone one way or another hm?" They sighed, as if it a little tired themself.. which wasn't exactly an inaccurate statement.

They raised an eyebrow at the mention of speaking with them doing any favors for his mood. Maybe it had been .. they aren't really sure just yet.

"Well, it's good that my presence might be useful for something I guess. I go by Atieno. How about you?"

[hopeturned]

@paramourist liked for a one-liner!

"Hey, you seem a little familiar."

Or at least his voice does. Something Aidan can't shake off as a mere coincidence.

[realmyths]

@paramourist liked here for a starter and got....Hoa!

Hoa is practicing her powers in an alley. She's in the middle of levitating a dumpster with her telekinesis, when she hears something. Immediately, she drops the dumpster, scaring a nearby cat, who runs away. "Sorry," She whispers, hoping the cat can hear her somehow.

She looks around, but doesn't spot anyone. It is a bit dark down there, which is one of the reasons it's a perfect place to practice her abilities. But it is inconvenient right now, because it is hard for Hoa to see the other person. If indeed another person has stumbled upon her.

She frowns, squinting her eyes hoping to see better in the darkness. But she still can't see anyone in the alley. "Is anyone there?" Hoa calls out, hoping the intruder, whoever they are, will say something. Hopefully whoever it is is friendly. But if not, Hoa has her powers to keep her safe. Even if she doesn't like them much.

Hoa wishes she could have a normal life. But how can she when she has these abilities? Is she even human? She doesn't know. And that terrifies her. Though she's glad her powers had shown up when they had, had saved her from a difficult situation, she still struggles with having them. It's a lonely secret to have. And she doesn't have that many people to share it with, yet.

If only she could get the nerve to tell someone in her life. Her parents. Or her best friend Persephone. She knows none of them would judge her. But how can she tell them ? They're all perfectly normal humans , as far as Hoa knows. Would they understand? Could they? Hoa doesn't know. And that terrifies her too.

[niratias]

@paramourist

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There are bad choices and horrible choices. One evil rooted out just leaves a den for the next to take its place. Fill that with cement, another's already being excavated across town. As long as there are people, there will be organized crime. So therein lies the choice- which kingpin's worth leaving standing, and which should go?

A hell of a lot of people have decided the Death Riders make a decent choice for best-bad-option in this part of the world...

It's a blood-in-the-mouth kind of day, but when isn't it? There's a joke to be made about eating glass for breakfast, tearing up fraught gums, popping loose a few crowns. An impromptu piercing for the ages.

"Okay, Heartbreaker." It's not entirely dismissive, but it has that tone of I've tangled with enough vigilantes to know we ain't ever gonna be friendly when this is all over and the shooting's stopped. "Thought it was standard gang war shit. Got here..."

Yeah. That's not standard gang war shit. That's a series of magically-animated dinosaur animatronics that have broken free of a local museum and are currently stampeding down the street. People have been crushed. Several have been torn apart and partially eaten.

...Do they have stomachs, or are the parts just in there? And if somebody was swallowed whole, are they in tatters from the machinery or possibly alive...?

This is fucked up.

"Anyway." A tick of the lip into a sneer-smile. "Sometimes shooting straight's not enough. Lend a hand, hero?"

No name. No introduction back. Just that denim jacket. AGAINST THE WORLD. RIDE OR DIE. Know the Colors or don't- he doesn't give a shit.