#seekspath

[wnterslder]

"you up for tacos?"

“ tacos ... from ...? “ let it be known that james buchanan barnes will almost — almost — never turn down an adventure into the greater unknowns of space, if offered. probability is higher for simpler pleasures like food. enhanced metabolism and all that.

though, in the case that travels were going to be a little bit more local, his head tilts to the side slightly. “ there's a good one a couple blocks down here, small place. “

[novelresilience]

"heard about the duct tape."

“She used duck tape to close a wound she obtained in the field.” Rebecca starts, heaving a sigh as she continues to put together multiple small first aid kits. Each is carefully stocked with medical tape, abdominal pads, gauze, a tourniquet and quick clot. “I’ve put these together for Jill and a few others that seem to have a habit of getting injured out there.”

[itsalcngstory]

how long has it been since i saw you last, gem?

" - Feels like a long flarkin' time." Features shift from agitation to a playful smile, standing closer towards Corvus so a hand can be extended out to them, gentle greeting rather than a mere dagger.

"Good to see you again."

@seekspath

[snipeheart]

gibs a smooch

Nerves on fire calm. Paranoia active settling. Senses overloaded refocused.

He's starting to get it. Romance was a thing he wasn't all that familiar with and every once in a while he was starting to wonder if he could afford it; turns out it didn't mix well with a stressful job. But all of a sudden, once his lips connect, he feels like he's had a shot of coffee. He can shake his head free of the buzz and get back in the game.

He leans over and kisses Corvus back. Love you.

[snipeheart]

for that character meme, let's go with alfred ashford :3c

give me a character and i'll give you a sample of how i'd rp them

He supposes he's done too much for a glorious or comforting end.

He is alone now. Everyone else is gone. The soldiers, the staff, the prisoners. Umbrella was gone. His father, Alexander, was no more. Even Alexia...

He wonders, sometimes, if maybe he should have let her sleep forever. That way, at least in some manner, the Ashford line would have lived. She could have simply dreamed for eternity.

But now here he is, himself the last of a once-great lineage brought low by human experimentation. He doesn't know why Veronica has sought to revive him...he isn't worthy. He is an accident, a freak. The line continuing through him was the same as it being dead and gone.

And yet...he persists. Is he a zombie? A lich? Something else, by some name not yet coined? All that he had ever considered worthwhile was gone, so what was he to do now? What was he even to be?

Veronica is within him... Veronica chose him. No, that was incorrect. It chose Alexia. It simply had no other options. But if they were stuck with one another, then what, in fact, did Veronica want? To destroy those who lived in spite of her efforts? To burn their very lives down to ash? To spread her knowledge throughout the world?

Any of those things could be a start...

[dovaeh]

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. " / from his elder scrolls verse and also helloooooo :3

blood, blood, blood. accepting.

it's hard to oblige when there's that much red on his hands,  but she does it all the same.  however anxiously that may be.  her hands are stained with a deep crimson of their own but it isn't hers  -  belongs to a body she prefers not to think of right now.  worry about the ones still living,  grieve the rest later. 

the road of the village is busy with people swarming like ants,  carrying bodies both squirming and not,  some frantic in the search for something she wouldn't know how to find.  there's a hum in the air of voices;  jabbering,  crying,  laughing.  the devastation of a dragon affects everyone differently.

she wants to offer him a potion but had already unloaded all she had into some healer's arms,  so the best she's got for him is her hands held out,  ready to catch him if he falls.  she can't help but look back toward the hill.  there lies the dragon without skin or flesh,  stripped cleaner than if the wildlife had swooped in to get their fill.  instead that's all in her,  in a sense,  along with the soul that fills her chest til her ribs feel like they might crack;  a hot and squirming feeling.

but it is how things go for mae.  another soul,  another prayer to akatosh,  and another mess for someone to clean up.  she feels restless  -  unable to bite her tongue for long before she looks back to the stranger.

"you should take a seat or something."  the ground works just fine.  or maybe the river bed,  it's less crowded there.  "let me help you."

[shadowsceptered]

@seekspath SAID: for the fandom meme, i'm throwing gravity falls at you ~

verse meme!

patient at the theraprism. initially finds bill extremely annoying and can only stand him in doses until he gets to know him. (meph is low energy and nonverbal, bill is well. the Opposite) (yes this is a reference to archie comics mephiles who was put in jail)

tried to level time & reality. he's on the time police's shitlist, but also he ruled over time so what do they know really. axolotl got to him first.

playing the long con to get out on good behaviour, but he's struggling. (this is after several failed attempts to escape the theraprism) no, he refuses to heal.

that said he knows the theraprism like the back of his hand. he's been here a long time.

was still a deity over in Italy, but after the timeline wipe, which the time police were involved in, he survived as an anomaly. he's drawn to gravity falls because that's where his manifestation is strongest since that's a place where all things weird and anomalous are drawn to.

probably pretty similar in tier to axolotl until he got nerfed by whoever foiled him. one of his plans had been to usurp the axolotl, but right now he's stuck getting therapy.

he doesn't have a lot of visitors. most people don't remember him.

[snipeheart]

[ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder / piers gets some soft but also a little spice ~

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

A small huff comes from Piers, who was caught off guard and jumped a little, before a smile quickly overtook him. Corvus is behind him, and he hadn't expected any contact. Son of a bitch is taller than him, too.

Piers leans his head back and cranes his neck, trying to connect their lips, but stopping just short. The smile becomes a grin.

"You miss me?"

He leans just a little farther and bites Corvus' lip. He knows Corvus likes that, even if he professed not to.