#smclbutmighty

[alverlanche]

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Lance had finally managed to get some alone time -         a few blocks away from his hotel in a small coffee shop. Almost silence, a large black coffee, it was perfect. Well, it was almost perfect, if it wasn’t for some random chick staring him down. “You want an autograph or somethin’ babe?” he asked with ease, a charming grin on his face. He was used to it really, even if it was a little annoying. 

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She shrugged, looking down as she chewed her lip. Her leg bounced anxiously under her as she wondered what they were going to do with her - Why she’d thought it would be a good idea to try and sneak in here she didn’t know. Fen had even decided to not mess with any electricity, but in the end, maybe that was why she hadn’t gotten away. ❝ I’m just small. I know how to get around without being noticed **… **Most of the time.❞

T’Chana couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about her. It was more than weird that this girl could pass her guards and simply get into the castle. But what did she want? Why was she there? “And would you now please tell me why you are here?” she asked her further. 

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         ❝   question   :   have you ever thought of joining the fiercest pirate crew on the isle   ??   ❞

[kingsmanmakings]

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    “Sorry, love, but I wouldn’t go in there if I was you.” Abrupt crashing from beyond the door behind him was muffled but conspicuous. Eggsy loudly cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before folding his hands over the handle of his umbrella, the tip of it propped against the floor. “It’s occupied.”

[nctmyfault-blog]

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     Walking back to campus was always an adventure. New York never slept, and kept giving surprise after surprise. One time when she was at Central Park sketching whatever interested her most, she had someone confuse her for a cousin and she got to catch up on all the ‘family gos’ that she missed while at... University of Michigan, oh she’s not actually the cousin but just looks like her. Violet found the whole ordeal amusing, but the woman--who was not much older than Violet herself--was quite embarrassed. She ended up noticing Violet’s sketchpad and the two started a conversation about art and the doppelgänger phenomenon. 

Today it seems, the city had a surprise unlike any other Violet had witnessed before. While walking by what appeared to be a condemned apartment, she saw the flashing lights of raw electricity light up one of the lower windows. Now let it be here stated and known that Violet Parr is not a trespasser. She doesn’t get thrills from sneaking into abandoned buildings, she actually finds it rather dangerous and thinks it could get people killed, but there was something pulling her towards the building. So, with a sigh and an apologetic look sent to the heavens--in hopes that her mother’s mom senses wouldn’t go off just because Violet was doing something illegal--she snuck into the building. What was she met with inside? A girl, generating electricity between her hands. 

Not looking where she was walking, her leg hit a discarded chair, making a loud scraping sound. Busted. 

“Hey now, I’m not going to get you in trouble.” She knew better than anyone the gift, as well as the burden, that came with having powers. To prove her point, she held her hand out in front of her, palm splayed out so the girl could see it clearly... and then she made her entire forearm and hand disappear. “See?” Returning her arm to its normal visible state, she hesitantly took a step towards the stranger. “My name is Violet. What’s yours?”

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   The day had been disappointing to say the least. She had been at sea long enough to know that sailors, especially English sailors, were superstitious beyond all reason, but even so the handful that had dared sign up for her crew were probably so drunk they wouldn’t remember it by the morning. Hearing a the sound of boots walking towards her she looked up to see her first mate leading another group of stragglers to her table. “A child?” Jeanne glowered at him for his lack of common judgement then turned to address the hopeful candidate. 

“How old are you?” She asked, desperate times left no room for fastidiousness. Besides, a youngster could be trained to her will, a drunk old man however had little in the way of potential.  “Do you have any sailing experience?”

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“If you’d just stay still, it’d be a lot easier to patch you up.”

[cxptisanarchive]

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"I'm not who you think I am." It hadn't been easy to sneak back into the country but given the state of affairs he had no other option. People needed help and he'd always been one to stand up for the little guys. "And I'll be gone before you even realise who I am."