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[the-opal-messenger-blog]

The 1000 Year War ~ Closed RP

   Just ‘birthed’ and given one major mission. A one of a kind mission you should say...But one which could change the fate of Homeworld forever, really.

   Fire Opal, a new Gem which had recently been created during an experiment in order for a more efficient way of sending signals and messages to Soldier Gems out on the battlefield if need be, was the first of her kind. She stood out in a crowd like a sore thumb, not really seeming to really...fit in well. Her role was much different than that of a Ruby or Pearl. She was one of a kind - the first to ever be created.

   Being a little...lost in Homeworld, Fire Opal never really found her purpose. Although she was told she was a Messenger between Gems, at that present moment, the Gem was not needed. However, that changed when the war came about.

   Although it was not a long time scale between her being created and the war, but soon enough she was put to work on her first major mission. She was instructed by an Agate to go to Earth and give the correct orders to the Amethysts, Jaspers, and any other Soldier.

   Soon enough, she arrived on Earth in the correct destination in order to find where she needed to be - the Kindergarten.

[superskylercrawford-blog]

Sky entered the bar and plopped down at the bar top, waiting for the bartender to arrive, smiling when she did. “Traveling from California to New York is a bitch. Can I get a Jack and Coke please” she ordered. The bar was mostly empty. When the girl brought back her drink, she smiled. “Just got back from San Diego Comic Con. One of the coolest and most insane experiences I’ve ever had” she explained to whoever wanted to listen.

[betterends-bitterbeginnings]

*wakes in a panic in the infirmary*

*looking around and trying to focus*

[nonquiegoeram]

The sound of the police

It wasn’t often the Winchester went into cities anymore, to much of a risk being recognised or being seen through for whatever they posed for. But when the duty called, they had to go. But for this rare occasion, they both knew they would have to stay unnoticed as much as they could. As if any of them would blend well with a crowd. But so far so good, right? And after having decided on splitting up Dean was on his way to the first victim. After having spent almost 30 minutes on just finding a damn parking spot that was 20 minutes walk to the crime scene either way.

Dressed in his normal clothes he walked down the street, rather empty for the time of the day. The sun was about the set and most people had decided to stay home by now. The only person that was actually out was a bulky man who looked as if he was more shoulders and muscles than man. And looked as if he was looking for trouble. And would be messing with the wrong person if he now decided to do something stupid...

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[nonquiegoeram]

Everything needs a badass title.

It was a hunt, not the normal type of hunt for a Winchester, it was a hunt for food. After having landed in whatever universe this was, things had not really changed much. He still failed to find a way back and had no chance of getting himself to the bunker. So having been stuck with the zombie hunting guys he had soon found himself at home. Of course people probably talked about him behind his back, thinking both bad and good things about him. But no one really asked about it, maybe afraid of the answers. But honestly, Dean didn’t plan on tellin them much yet. But then again he found himself gotten closer to Daryl. No one asked about the other and it seemed to fit them both pretty well. So it was the two of them who were to get food this day. Something that later would turn into a shitstorm with a hoard of zombies surronding them. 

The whole survive-this-shit worked out pretty fine and as soon as the last zombie hit the ground, Dean turned to look at Daryl with an almost disgust look on his face. “I feel like I need a bath.” Normally, he wouldn’t care for blood or being dirty, but this, this was different. This was something that most likely would turn him into a zombie if he was unlucky. “And by that, I mean now.”

icanthearyouimtakingapiss

[reaperskillerthighs]

Itachi ghosted into the hotel room that had been set aside for them before placing down his bag on the closest of the free beds. He didn't have much, simply one small bag holding the essentials, but it felt good to get off his shoulders nonetheless. Even though they were on a mission, the hotel they were happened to be one with a hot springs that they could hopefully enjoy later. Through their journey here, Itachi had hardly talked and had made sure to keep a bit of distance from Kisame as they walked. It was clear he didn't wish to be messed with. Even now, in the room, that didn't change.

[the-noblest-six]

Spartans kept to themselves.

It was hard interacting with others, especially after what Six went through on Reach. She only worked with others, interacted even only on orders by her superiors.

"it's not like I have anything to say." she mumbled under her breath, carefully reloading her pistol.

[govthookercoulson]

Double Books ( @ hydrarollins)

Doors open both ways.

That had come to mind a few times during the last few months. More than a few times, really.

Phil had been given a chance to rebuild SHIELD without the initial mistake of letting the enemy in on the ground floor. But with shrinking resources and a worldwide manhunt for the last remaining members of SHIELD somehow a higher priority than HYDRA, he's done some late night thinking, occasionally with the assistance of a good bottle of vodka.

Eventually the obvious appeared to him. If HYDRA could infiltrate SHIELD, SHIELD could return the favor. Yeah, there were always fanatics that would bend for nothing but the majority of any force were just guys doing the job.

Those people all had a price, something they'd betray their employer for, money or otherwise. And honestly, Phil's got some less than wholesome things he wants to get done.

So it's easy to sell the wholesome dream to his 'team' while looking for two kinds of allies. The 'honest' kind, and the not so honest kind. Because he still has need of people who can run black ops, and he wants to pull HYDRA apart from the inside. See how they feel about it.

Hence this little meeting.

It doesn't matter where he is, he's abandoned the suit for jeans and a dark, dark red button down that's tucked in, the collar open and the sleeves rolled. He's in combat boots and there's a knife in one, and he's feeling real and alive and like himself for the first time in a long time.

Waiting to see if a certain Agent Rollins feels like showing up and talking like the two deceptive asshole spies they are.