#pyramultimuse

[johnmarstonrp]

John froze when he felt the hard metal press against his back. All he could do was surrender. The robbery went wrong. So wrong. He raised his hands, dropping the bag with golden coins he had taken and his revolver, If the man behind him was who he thought he was, then he was doomed. "Dammit. I was too damn clumsy." @pyramultimuse

[fallcnstne]

@pyramultimuse from Sephiroth: "Your grip faltered. Did my voice distract you again?"

Madness.

That's where he thought he was as his grip on the hilt of his buster sword tightened. He swings in a large arc towards the man, a grunt of frustration falling from his throat as he steps toward silver hair. But then he wakes, heart in his throat, eyes searching through darkness for brilliant serpentine green, but there is nothing but the room to greet him. He sits up slowly, breath labored, hand over his rapid beating heart.

"Damn you..."

The man haunted his dreams. His thoughts plagued him, no matter how much he wanted to forget about Sephiroth, that man was always there in his deepest thoughts. Sleep was a luxury that, much to his dismay, escaped Cloud. He takes a deep breath through his nose and lets it out through his pallid lips. He threw his legs off the side of the bed to rise to his feet. The ex-SOLDIER walks over to his buster sword, swinging it securely onto his back and walks out of the room, down the hall, and into the night outside the inn.

[lostxndbroken]

@pyramultimuse closed starter Dean x Cole

Dean was sitting at the table in the Sheriff's station, boots resting on it, his chair on two of four legs, and a glass of something strong between his fingers, sipping it. He stared at the wall where a set of innitials were carved into. J.W, D.W and S.W. Dean missed his dad, even if he had been dead for little over a year and he and Sam became the new Sheriff's, he still missed him. Asshole or not. Killed in the line of duty, by fucking bandits. Though he couldn't tell if Jesse McCree's gang was the reason. Dean hadn't gotten very far on getting justice for his father.

Someone rushed into the Sheriff's office with a note in hand, totally out of breath. "Sheriff Winchester! An urgent note!"

Dean slammed his glass on the table and got up, reaching out for the note and read it. "Sammy! McCree! Train Heist! Hurry your ass!"

Within a record time, both were on their horses and rushed over to the location. The train already coming into few and there was a dust cloud in the distance, but paid it no mind as the train was their location.

Upon entering, Dean moved to the front and noticed a trail of blood, the door towards that coupe was sealed off, badly, but probably so that the one inside couldn't get away. Removing it, he pulled his pistol and opened the door. Watching one of the most wanted man wounded. "Jesse McCree... It seems you've run out of luck."

[shatteredxndbroken]

@pyramultimuse || Hua for Xei "You  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this."

Xie Lian smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around his ghost king, comforting him. “My sweet San Lang. You have seen me at my lowest and at my worst. You took care of me even without me knowing who you were.” One hand moved to the ring that hung around his neck. “You entrust me with your existence. Let me see you like this, let me take care of you for once.” Xie Lian’s slim fingers running through the raven black hair of his San Lang. “Let me show you how much you mean to me. Please? San Lang?” Was it fair to plea at Hua Cheng with a situation like this? No, probably not. The Ghost king couldn’t resist his pleas, at least it never had been the case in the past and he believed it would work now.

[thelxstdrow]

Julian is practicing playing his ocarina and unintentionally teaching Nym to dance. Certain notes played the spider would turn one way and a different note the other way, sometimes turning all the way around, jumping or waving her arms.

|| @pyramultimuse ||

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—      He sat on his bedroll, watching the sight before him with a gentle smile. Never had the spiderling been so playful, at least not without the promise of some meaty reward.

"You are getting her hopes up," the drow chuckles softly. "She will be expecting a treat from all this." Nym was a simple creature, highly motivated by food. Perhaps that had been his doing, but who was he to not make domesticating the spiderling as easy as possible? If she was food motivated, he should have taken advantage of that, right?

[adsagsona]

@pyramultimuse gets a starter from Caz:

Ever since he had chosen to go from Avalon to see if he wanted to become a full druid or not, Caz had wandered from one place to the next. He slept in the woods and occasionally in a bed in an inn when his funds allowed it. He had learned that while the villagers weren't very trusting, they soon learned about his healing skills and came to get treated once they had heard of him.

After a few days Caz walked on and stayed in the forest for a while before moving on to the next village. He was on one of those spells in between where he resided in the forest. He didn't mind being on his own, surrounded by woodland creatures.

In the evening he had gathered some dead wood to make a small fire and was about to start on his food when he heard a small sound coming from a branch above him. "Hello my friend..." Caz murmured softly as he looked up. "Don't worry, I won't be staying long."

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@pyramultimuse Alexios to Bacchus

"I have lived longer than any man. I have watched as the people I love decayed and died."

@pyramultimuse || meme

"And yet, for all the years you have, brave warrior, you come to my home."

"What is it that you seek from this apothecary?" Bacchus asked with his green and blue eyes fixated at the direction from where the man's voice came, long bangs of gold color falling over his face and even longer hair flowing down his back like a stream, the man didn't look like much, small and androgynous in his looks, but there was a certain weight of wisdom long acquired in his soft and harmonious voice, something that pointed to his experiences in life. "I don't have much to offer, but what little you want, I'm willing to share."

"First, however, I'd like a name to call the man who approaches my home, if it isn't much to ask for."

[legends-and-savages]

@pyramultimuse sent: "That was the dumbest possible thing you could have done." (For Arthur from Tozen)

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS| Accepting

Arthur paused. A shrug from him even though he flinched just a little at the bruising on his ribs. "Actually it was not." He said. "I've done worse honestly." Had spent plenty of times getting into fights.