#pullintheplugonem

[victorhoffman]

"Good to see you, Dom," he replied, gripping the other man's shoulder briefly. Shit, when did Dom begin to wear his age? Hoffman could remember the night of Operation: Leveler, of Dom being only a boy who didn't yet know his daughter had been born. Damn this war for forcing our boys onto the field. Dom should have been able to enjoy his family.

"How's life in Delta? Keeping the peace between the two blowhards?" It was no secret to anyone that Dom was one of Hoffman's favorites--he tried not to play favorites within ranks, but damn it all, Dom was too good of a kid not to like--and they shared an extensive war history. He was one of the few Hoffman could speak his mind to and feel comfortable about it. "I imagine Baird's been keeping it lively," he said, his lips taking on the rare form of a grin.

[ultimarrow]

10 travelers found their way to bodhum

{ vesselforhimiko : succubias : etrosendurance :pullintheplugonem : lasthazard : leftoversaregood : the-sultry-succubus : lamb-of-columbia : simplyserah : wreckedworld }

                   ⇀  Only a lone traveler passed through the gate, creating an 'oof!' through her lips as she jumped onto the crater plane. The area seemed to be deserted fore now, yet there was a noticeably thick fog that hung in the distance. Hopefully the plan would work out, Serah insisted on following back to collect the fragment while the others moved onwards and then eventually meeting up and some point in time. She curled her finger around her chin, detecting it closely.

                        Is it a paradox?

Taking a gamble that the fragments presence was distorting the timeline's natural weather, amazed that something abnormal could create such an effect. Well there was no point into backing out now, and continued into the fog, it consuming her in one swallow. All she could do was peer into it, and it was a risky choice considering there was the possibility of monsters roaming about- she would be well to keep a close eye on that.

But her pacing stopped abruptly distinguishing a black figure in the distance- at least she assumed it was. In decision she called out, a bold move indeed. "Hello! Are you okay!" cupping her mouth the create a more direct sound, who knew if this figure was either a friend or foe, never less there could of been someone out there lost in the thickness of it.        

[damon-baird]

pullintheplugonem said: Dom rolled his eyes and shook his head, his mood more than in the shitter today. “Don’t you ever shut up, asshole? You’re not the only one with problems. Or is that news to you?”

"You're just jealous my problems are more important and interesting."

[enguerison-blog]

survivor-reborn ❉  pullintheplugonem ❉ warriormohawk ❉ deadlyalice ❉ contaminatedbrilliance ❉ applesandguns ❉ sanctusbelli  ❉ mullercenary

   The sheer volume to which desultory encounters increased would certainly make it hard to enumerate how many times she'd broken cover to what little superiors she had left to report to. And that certainly reflected on her face in some odd coalesce of meekness and confoundment. In this daze her hand found it's way up to what was at that moment a shamble of blonde and the other to her hip to drive home the consternation residing in every single pore of her without saying a word. Oh, but words! Where were her manners? Obeying orders, she fancied. Harmonic tweets of 'uhs' and 'ums' and 'ohs' escaped her in only the clumsiest way before an official tone was taken a badge was flashed perhaps a bit too close for comfort, "Agent Sherry Birkin!"

[damon-baird]

[[ Upon capping for Dom... this happened. ]]

[boomerlady]

He shrugged, eyes flickering down at the floor before he met the gaze of a woman he knew well, a woman who'd saved his life in more ways than one. "Still alive. Can't really complain much for that."

She patted his back and gave him a weary smile. "That's right. As long as we're still kicking, we're still winning. But you should find some down time, enjoy the peace and quiet. You've earned it, Dom."

[boomerlady]

Dom rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his lancer against his shoulder. "Hey, Bernie. Been a while."

Bernie knew that voice; it always filled her with a sense of dread and guilt. She turned to find Dom and offered him a tired smile. It didn't escape her notice that he looked more worn than usual, but who didn't at this time? When was the last time Gears really had the chance to sleep? "Yeah, it has. How're you holding up, Dom?"

[damon-baird]

pullintheplugonem started following you

boomerlady started following you

Well here are some ugly faces I didn't expect to see so soon. And here I thought I could enjoy the quiet for once.