#starter attempt

[swaansong]

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“Can I help you kid?  Are you lost?”

[swaansong]

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“So.. Your dad and I didn’t exactly get along.  Are you two close or...?”  Emma didn’t really know how much the demi-goddess knew.  Was this all orchestrated?   Was she coming after her?

[gaymedicsinlove]

"Breakdown, is everything okay?" Knockout asks, looking at his conjunx. Breakdown's eyes are dim, looking downcast.

"I've been listening to various things through the comms. There's all kinds of channels. From different mechs, and different worlds. Worlds with different histories and timelines." Breakdown explained. "It seems like in some...I'm dead."

"What?" Knockout's optics widen. He decides to look through different comm channels, trying to find...something. He's not sure what yet.

[hyperiondwarf]

The Maybe Hunt...Possibly

(Closed rp with @chekov-in-a-dress - had a brain fart, hope this is alright!)

Tamarin leaned against the door frame of the Commander’s office, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “No.” He sighed from his chair, not bothering to acknowledge the troublesome Inquisitor. “Whatever it is…no.”

“I haven’t asked anything yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. No.”

As he took a step in Cullen raised his hand. “Your sister made you promise not to enter without knocking. Remember?” He was smirking, still keeping his nose to the paperwork.“Really? We’re going to go through all of this?” “You promised.” Tamarin slumped back and began to bang loudly, unamused by the Commander’s little chuckles. “Hello! Commander Cullen! Are you in there?!”

“….No.”

“You are such a shite!” The elf hurried in shaking his head. Pushing all lectures aside about ‘personal space’ he made himself comfy on the edge of the desk. “Where’s Avisignis? I need her now.” The Inquisitor looked ready to explode, pressing his face very close to Cullen’s.

“Someone’s said they maybe have possibly spotted a Dragon nearby!”

“Maybe, possibly?” 

“YES! And she PROMISED me a good hunt.” 

“How are they not sure they saw a dragon? It’s a dragon after all!”

 “Not worried about that right now Cullen....” 

“There are many important things that need to be done around-“

Tamarin cut him off, nearly drooling at the thought of a good dragon hunt. For the past few nights all the Chargers had done after dinner is tell great tales of their best hunts. Each dragon different from the last, each Charger with their own souvenir. “She…Promised…Me.” Cullen politely pushed the eager elf’s face away from his own. It was hard to stay really mad at that stupid, enthusiastic grin. “Well you’ll have to check elsewhere, she’s not here.”

“What?! She’s always in here! Ugh.” Tamarin jumped off the desk, sighing dramatically. There…maybe…possibly….might be a chance of a dragon nearby and where in Tarasyl’an Te’las was his sister? “If you see her-“

“I’m sure someone will let her know her crazy little brother is on the prowl!” “OLDER brother.”

Cullen got up to shut the door behind him, watching him sprinting down the stair ways, perching like a giddy little bird trying to pin point her out.

[winchesterslittlesisterchar-blog]

@thewiccanmechanic

If Charlie knew anything, it was that luck was not on her side this morning. She gave a groan, forehead bumping against the steering wheel of the old Beetle in frustration. It was supposed to be a nice, easy day. She vanquished a poltergeist without nearly dying, kept a family from falling apart, and got their cat down from the tree across the street all in a day. Whatever happened to the whole karma idea? You know, where you get rewarded for doing good deeds?

She turned onto the side street, pulling over into the nearest empty spot with a sigh. She climbed out of the car, grumbling under her breath as she popped the hood. “And, this is why I need a Han Solo. Or, I could always clone Dean...” The smoke coming out of the engine make her cough, stumbling back and nearly falling on her butt as her heel hit the curb. 

“Gorram it!” she huffed, finally deciding it wasn’t worth it and plopping down on the crumbling curb. She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “Great.. Just great. I should’ve had Dean take a look at this hunk of scrap metal before I took off....” She reluctantly pulled out her cell, searching the area for a mechanic.

[addictiveking]

hydras-miracle has drawn attention of the King

Given the many years Loki had spent with his scepter, he’d thought the connection between the pair was strong to say the least.  It was in the hands of Midgardians, and he was mistaken to think this harmless.

Thor’s return to Asgard shifted his focus, and the God sought out those involved in the “research” that was heavily guided by his scepter’s makeup.  What powers did they possess?  Thor’s scatterbrained speech was enough to raise concern and for Loki to travel to Midgard.

[addictiveking]

littledetailsarethemostimportant started following you

“You look terribly familiar, though not to say you look terrible.”