#separateways

[metmydeadline]

outbreak update: nadiya went to the backrooms, got her soul split and became a leech man and tried to kill us. syd tried to knife a giant leech to death and i got pulled out a window to my death

[driftvoid]

HE KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF. The first clue was that the house looked abandoned; the windows dark, and he couldn’t even spot the flicker of a computer screen reflecting in them, which usually meant the Professor had just fallen asleep on his desk again and not noticed time had passed. The second clue was that the door was locked. He had sent a message to the Professor earlier this afternoon that he would come over because his glasses were acting up and needed to be looked at; and the Professor had agreed that this afternoon wouldn’t interfere with any other plans he had. So – the door should be unlocked as it always was.

He had unlocked the door with a key hidden close by and after silently changing into the slippers in the entrance – just in case his gut feeling was wrong, and the Doctor has just fallen asleep at his desk again -, he made his way through the building. Slow and methodical. The living room first, but, of course, NO LUCK.

It looked, however, completely untouched. Nothing out of the ordinary, with the children’s homework still splayed out on the coffee table.

Next – downstairs, he figured. The Professor’s workspace was in the basement after all and perhaps, he was just there; time forgotten while he was working on his latest, possible explosive, invention. And there was a sound coming from the basement, too, he noticed, as he got closer to the door. Footsteps? Unlike the Professor’s these weren’t heavy footsteps on the old staircase. It also couldn’t be Haibara’s, knowing she was currently stuck babysitting with the others.

Slowly he raised his wrist and unlocked the stun-gun’s mechanism, ready to aim, as the door opened.

He was right. It hadn’t been the Professor coming up the stairs, nor the figure of a seven-year-old girl. No. But it was a woman. With something sparkling in her eyes, that made a shiver run down his spine, he couldn’t help thinking that SHE might be a member of the organisation. Had they finally found them? Was he face to face with another agent sent to eliminate Haibara and himself?

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” His voice surprisingly steady, he didn’t show any signs of lowering the improvised weapon aiming at her neck. It would at least buy him some time to come up with a better plan. That was, IF she wasn’t immune to the tranquilliser just as Gin had been. | @separateways LIKED.

[egoiudico]

i was thinking of getting a knighthood, i'd love being sir ada wong.

"Hm,"

He ponders the statement for a moment, deadpan and dispassionate over the comms as always. "If Sir Wong, is sir-tain of this development, I will be happy to be of sir-vice."

[katshinigami]

It almost tickles.

Happy Separate Ways Day, Adawongnation!

Models credit: DazCover

[sinfulhymns]

Hudson:Felix

Hudson: Still mad at me over the other night???

[cfviolentends--a]

@separateways

“I will literally pay you to never talk about that mediocre white boy in front of me again.”

[sinfulhymns]

@separateways

“Okay hear me out, I want a weekend away, how would you feel about going away with me to a bed and breakfast in Colorado where you can wake and bake the moment you wake up.”

[brokenmagxc]

@separateways called: “i didn’t think you’d survive.” random sentence starters

i didn't want to. the words press against his teeth, along with the blood and soot streaked across his face. four small knife wounds he won't expose. they twist around his organs and poke holes into his resolve. some old, ragged part of him wants to exhale so hard that his lungs shake and his lips quiver. instead he blinks at her as if she had just spoken in a foreign language. “ that is what i am here for, ” he says. “ to survive. ”

he holds his arm by the elbow, stiff from resetting his shoulder and finding the strength to stand. his knees lock into place. “ you have such low expectations of me. ” he tries again, voice mild to hide the fatigue under each word. “ i thought i left a good impression. ” slowly, he steps closer, placing his weight careful enough to be cautious but not enough to expose weakness. at an arm's length away, he throws over a recording device that lands by her feet.

“ since i'm alive though, ” he says with narrowing amber eyes. “ might want to start with explaining this little trick you tried to pull here. ”