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[soulcrash]

starter - @streetb1rd​ 

Knowing that she’s cornered before he arrived, the two hooligans were pummeled down by herself. She isn’t called the ‘Black Knight’ for nothing on her abilities of using her raw skills with the sword and the gun, even if they’re stripped off along with her armor. The hooligans were armed with some towel filled chloroform and knives.

“I’m fine, if you wish to ask me. Them? They’re still breathing but disarmed.” The armed hooligans were unconscious as they’re still breathing. Apollonia doesn’t kill unless if it was necessary. She’d do the same if there is someone needing help or in Orchis’ situation.

[withgodseyes]

ice & fire ;; ft. @streetb1rd​

speaking truly leo doubted there was a single person who hadn’t admired superheroes at least once in their life. heroes were inspiring, they represented goodness and strength. but unfortunately they did not exist in the mortal realm. many things leo believed in -- otherworldly creatures of bizarre forms and abilities, heck, even vampires -- but this world was too broken and messy to have something as inspiring as undefeatable superheroes.

still, he was not about to tell such negative thoughts to this little kid running around in a rather cool costume leo had to admit. he would be a villain himself if he were to ruin someone’s dream of grandeur just like that.

instead, he tried to think up a way to inspire the kid to keep up with his passion. not that leo was particularly good with kids, but he didn’t dislike them either. perhaps it came from being an older brother. “wah, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a real hero before!” he burst out happily and clasped his hands together in feigned amazement. “i think i can sleep so much safer at night knowing we’re being protected like this.”

[isolaradiale]

hi! things are getting a little rough for me so i'd like to drop jason todd/robin from dc comics for the time being. he was housed in 102. the date is 3/21

He'll be dropped for you! I hope things improve in the near future!

- mod altair.

[divineshadows]

*: ･ﾟ✧   friendship prompts. @streetb1rd​

[protect] sender protects receiver from something

“--?!” Emil jumped when he saw the other boy swat the snowball away, a stray projectile having gone too close to his head. “I didn’t see that- thank you for helping me.”

[divineshadows]

spider-man  2  (  2004  )  sentence  starters @streetb1rd​

“hey, what, are you stupid?”

“Tch. Just because I don’t give a crap about those stupid phones and shit doesn’t make me an idiot.”

At least he hadn’t thought ‘airplane mode’ meant you could throw it and it’d fly...

[parasouru]

starter - @streetb1rd​ 

Fibonacci surely isn’t her place to live but she’s getting used to all on its theme itself. She wished to have Krieg and her gun already but they’re still nowhere to be found. Crime levels and everything are just in one ward or one another which Parasoul groans whenever she’s at the Surface. It was very late though.

There was a boy wearing a superhero getup though. She wondered what was his purpose here.

“What can i do for you?” Asides from the umbrella, she asked on his intentions and hoping not a goon or something.

[elitexfourxlucian]

@streetb1rd

As Sara looked at the mist, she felt a chill travel down her spine. Something about it was foreboding, and in the back of her mind reminded her of the feeling of something malicious. She had this feeling once before; when her forest had been under attack and she was nearly left for dead as a child.

Instinctively her wings shot out, and it took all her composure not to have them wrap around herself. She could recall when they had been broken, and were it not for the gods...

No.

She wasn’t going to dwell on this.

“...I have better things to do,” she muttered, eyes narrowing at the mist before her.

[feralanimus]

EVEN THE DOMESTICATED FELINE CAN KILL A ROBIN

@streetb1rd

The plush panther keychain dangles from his phone, fiddling with it’s interface with a touch screen pen. Becoming acclimated with the feats of modern society is something he’s done many times before. 

Only a small part of immortality; being over a 1000 years old, at that.  

That by itself is strange enough of a sight--that he kept the cute trinket he was given in the first place. Otherwise, it’s the fact that his trench coat casts an unnatural shadow, and that his reflection does not show in the windows of the subway train. 

A child sitting across on the other bench stirs, finally awake. Nrvnqsr doesn’t so much as glance at him, but regards him only for the sake of possible information on a late night trip. 

“Did you miss your stop, child?”