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[hcllsbigboss]

Plotted starter @radioiaci

News of Adam's death had indeed reached Heaven. Likely from that second in command of his that Lucifer had allowed to leave. It had not been his intent to kill Adam, but in the end, it was what had happened anyway. Nobody could have seen coming what happened that day if Extermination when Niffty came out holding her little weapon. All that had mattered to him was that they had all --mostly -- made it out in one piece. Of course, after such a big name like that was taken out, it was bound to cause waves. He knew that, he anticipated it. Now, what he didn't want was for that backlash to fall back on Charlie or the hotel she put all the effort into.

Rebuilding the hotel would be easy work. Especially for Lucifer, but it was his belief that they should let things cool off a little bit before they dived right into it. Better to let the events of Adam's death and the whole televised battle settle on both ends. If Heaven was going to retaliate, he wanted to make sure they didn't face another scene like the Extermination again. No. He wasn't going to make it that easy for them to find him or his daughter. Once things were smoothed over a little bit more, then reconstruction could fully begin. Because he did intend to help Charlie with her dreams.

Retreating to the Morningstar palace seemed to be the best option for the time being. Although, honestly, it hadn't had life in it in some years. The wing that Lucifer had occupied had been left untouched for years. Charlie and Lilith's wing had been abandoned as soon as Charlie left the palace herself. Which meant the place was in need of some life. Dust covered its surfaces, and cobwebs had collected in its crevices or akong the railings to the stairwells. Plants had been left to wilt and die, and then there was the fact that every family portrait in the place had been covered by large sheets. Draping down the entirety of the frame as if Lucifer couldn't stand to look at them anymore. This was the reality of it, truly. His life had been drained of life and color when his marriage had started to grow cold when Charlie was still a child.

Oh! But it would have life now. Charlie was returning home with him for now. ...And unfortunately, so were her friends. He didn't mind if --was it Maggie or..-- her girlfriend came along, of course. It made sense for them to stay together. But Charlie had insisted that the OTHER residents came along as well. Which... fine, he could tolerate the cat bartender and the spider. Even the strange cleaning bug woman was okay, though she did sort of weird him out. It was HIM that he didn't care to invite along. The red deer man. The bane of existence. The annoying thorn in his side that he couldn't shake off. Why? Oh, because Charlie trusted him for some reason. How could he turn her down, though? The hotel had been his home, too..

"Well, this is it! It's uh.. It's been a while since any visitors have been around. So--" He cleared his throat and then leaned on the top of his apple cane. "Ahem, anyway, there's plenty of room just, uh... make yourselves at home for now."

Lucifer stood just in the doorway to the entry hall. He'd just pushed open the heavy double doors that opened up into the palace. The long, abandoned entrance hall waited just beyond. With its dead plants and cobwebs spotting the ceiling. A layer of dust settling on tapestries that hung overhead with his symbol on them, even the hall itself appeared to be dimly lit. It was like entering a dungeon more so than it was a palace. And just at the end of the long hall was a large stone staircase, which split into two directions that led to either wings of the palace.

"Aha! I'd offer a tour, but... I'm sure after everything we all just went through, rest is probably what everyone needs! Am I right?" More like he just didn't want them to see more of the sad state he'd let the place fall into.

[hiredassault]

        BOMBS had exploded inside and outside the building, it was not the marksman but a COPYCAT of him who was in a killing spree && terrorizing the city--- already the BATS had paid his hideout a visit two days ago (according to his limited intel); currently Lawton was under a mission to track down the fake mercenary who had STOLEN his costume and making an absurd REPUTATION.

        He required to go downstairs from the FIFTEENTH but the only operating system available fortunately was the elevator and the wounded marksman (one bullet in the arm only) was ANGRY and frustrated && in the MOOD to kill the fake deadshot.

         Little did he recognize the BLONDE girl would be following him into the elevator despite of his reassurances. Recent events had made the mercenary grow SOFT towards the bird and hidden emotions mixed with FEELINGS would leak just thinking about her. “ -------- You need to GO. I am okay. ”

@sonicanary​           plotted starter.

[werekanima]

a plotted starter for @halesurvivorsguilt

If there was one thing that Jackson Whittemore perfected at, it was..well, perfection. Captain of the swim team and the lacrosse team (formally, currently a /co/-captain), a grade A student, most popular, wanted guy in school with a girl at his side who played the yummiest role of eye candy. And within a blink of an eye, it’d come crashing down. Suddenly, there was something he wanted and couldn’t have, and that was so very not okay. It took a lot to achieve it. To a point where he would have fallen to his knees and begged for it, because he believed out of everyone, he deserved this amazing thing that people in his life didn’t properly cherish. To finally be granted it after so long, and for what?

It had been a month, maybe two since he’d pulled himself up off that cement floor and released the roar of what should have come long ago; the sound of Derek Hale’s first beta finishing the transition from human to werewolf. Or, from kanima to werewolf. Or..from kanima, to werekanima. A fact that Jackson himself was hardly aware of, and would rather not try to attempt and understand. 

The full moons had never been easy. Sure, he’d insist and assure and shoo off that he was fine, that he had it handled. He gave off the performance of a life time of having his control in check when really, he was grasping at straws, and had a feeling that tonight, he’d end up picking the short one.

It had never been a mental decision where he ended up. It was more so just letting his feet take him wherever they damn well pleased. The being inside him, or beings, led him to the Beacon Hills reserve. And he trekked in deep enough, nothing but the sound of his pulsing heart rate and exasperated breaths flooding his ears. Jackson could feel the prickling of neon blue behind his naturally blue eyes, but fought it off for as long as he could and kept going. There was a reason for coming here, and somewhere deep down, he knew it. The old Hale house lingered in these woods, and there was something about the mere aura that just screamed Alpha and he had no choice but to follow.

The boy came to a stop, hand shooting out in front of him as he tried to find his bearings. His chest heaved up and down, a cold sweat falling down his temples. Had it ever been this hard before? The crack of a branch caught his attention in the distance, head snapping towards the sound as a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.

[hiredassault]

@pathtotruth        plotted starter

        The GRAND HOTEL door with plate number 202 was kicked open suddenly (the intention of the hitman was to ANNOUNCE the arrival of death) but upon entering the room his charisma went in vain. When the red scope attached to his helmet spotted THREE persons instead of one.    WHAT    THE    FUCK.    Two of them had been standing with their faces directed towards someone who surprisingly had been aiming a handgun at them. Certainly the marksman’s arrival from behind startled everyone slightly (the gunman on the opposite startled most) && when his aim SHIFTED from the woman towards Deadshot, one of them jumped to save the other (in order to lie down and save themselves from a potential gun fight). The rookie killer pressed the trigger instantly and the bullet hit Deadshot’s target who apparently found to be spot dead && at the same time lying down with the woman (she was safe apparently).

      “ YOU SON OF A----- THAT WAS MY KILL. ”       b    a   n   g.

              b   a   n  g        The rookie was shot in the leg && the hand which held the weapon (it flew away somewhere); the jerk was groaning already. Deadshot was already dramatic && shaking his head while letting out his frustration of missing some shit load of money. The marksman was almost roaming towards the grunting rookie when the woman stood up to PERHAPS interrupt. Deadshot being witnessed by her could be pain in the ass; the rookie, however, made another ATTEMPT to pick up his weapon and aim at the lady but the assassin shot another bullet to eliminate him permanently.      “ ---------- you ??? ” Exclaimed the hired gun after turning around && finally spotting the familiar daily reporter lady. Something was not linking up properly. The dead rookie was aiming at her (from the beginning) and not the sharpshooter. OH please, he was not there to save her. 

[consecraxion]

@mladyofsabertooth

Hesitant couldn’t begin to describe how he had been feeling as his keen senses picked up on the approach of a woman he never thought he’d see again, or at least in a long while. It was because of this, and an uneasy feeling that the dragon slayer of light found it difficult to lay his head down on his pillow. careful steps brought him along the corridor leading from the sleeping area, to that of the main, his eyes alert and on point, awaiting her arrival. Stepping forward the dragon slayer gradually made his way outside, lingering within the shadow’s of Sabertooth’s guild hall. It wasn’t until her footsteps approached and her silhouette appeared in the faint illumination of the rows of street lights leading down to the front of the Guild Hall, that he met her half way. “You’ve got some nerve--” The blonde suddenly spoke out, not at all over what had gone down at the GMG’s. Tension was high, and the Guild had been in a fragile state, attempting to build back up from the bottom, but more importantly a new reputation and of course their confidence, and it seemed to be going as great as it could, until her arrival of course. This was the last thing as far as morale had gone, that they needed, and Sting would attempt to nip it in the bud before anything escalated too far.

“The hell do you want?--” The tone of the guild master held a low growl, as he stood before her, as if blocking her very path from entering the guild hall behind him.