#synthwealth

[televanghell]

vik, down in engineering, holding up a tablet to the security camera that spells 'YOU'RE A BAD PERSON >:(' in big, bold letters.

𝒀𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑵

[creationofman]

" Obviously I love him, he's my Dad, " not quite sarcasm, but just as dry and lacking the usual conviction; as though a rehearsed line she has long become tired of.

° ˈ · • [ 𝖘𝖈. ] . . . 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

❝     𝐎𝐇   𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,   because   fathers   have   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   been   known   for   their   𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘   and   𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.     ❞

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌   𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒   𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐘   . . .   rolling   His   eyes   at   the   lackluster   and   rather   hollow   answer   to   His   prodding.   after   a   moment,   He   shifts.   twists   in   His   barstool   to   face   her   as   He   leans   down   a   bit   --   drink   still   in   hand.

❝     𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊,   you   don't   have   to   bullshit   𝙼𝙴,   won't   work   anyways.   I   was   𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠   𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘌   to   study   people,   behaviors,   expressions   and   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   when   they're   lying   to   my   face.   what   𝘐'𝘔   more   interested   in   is   why   you're   still   half-way   bothering   to   bullshit   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.     ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐈𝐒   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄   𝐃𝐈𝐃   . . .   played   pretend,   held   fast   to   the   lies   they   told   themselves.   He   didn't   used   to   understand,   but   after   his   birth,   and   His   Father's   wrath   ...   𝐍𝐎𝐖,   pitifully,   painfully,   and   oh   so   𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝐲,   𝘏𝘦   𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.

❝     𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   the   case   may   be   . . .   you're   not   on   his   string   here,   not   𝘯𝘰𝘸.   I've   never   known   you   to   bend   at   the   knee   for   anyone,   so   . . .   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   are   you   so   𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥   of .ᐣ     ❞

[inkflowdmoved]

❛ it was downright creepy, ❜ 'tis but an off-handed remark from darling scout, nay weight to words that she uses to describe a small Bourgeon, despite the tension refusing to leave her shoulders. @synthwealth

dark eyes wash over the other as lune assessed for damage, wounds (physical or otherwise). anything that could slow them down... and affect scout, of course. obviously. a silent chide to herself to care more about the people and less about the mission -- gustave's voice in her head. the corner of her mouth lifted into a half smile, nose scrunching up as eyes flickered over to the now lifeless body of the nevron.

"it wasn't like the other one -- the one that wanted to GROW. this one was just hostile. i wonder what makes that difference... what could make the nevron CHANGE." a hand lifted, fist tucked under her chin as the scientist within her ignited and observed. if only she had the time to study the physiology or had the ability to cut one open to look at its INSIDES. a pause. back to reality. "are you alright?" she finally asked, a bit ashamed that it took her that long to but also genuinely CONCERNED.

[fifthimpact]

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number. ( @ whomever you vibe with ! )

𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .  ( accepting ! )

[ sms → UNKNOWN ] : GOOD ENOUGH [ sms → UNKNOWN ] : SEND DUDES [ sms → UNKNOWN ] : IT IS URGENT [ sms → UNKNOWN ] : IMPERATIVE EVEN SEND DUDES !

[tr1cked]

❛ If you're real,❜ darling phoenix begins with an almost lazy tone, ❛ what about that whole ending of the world thing the Norse got going on ? ❜ as though naught but stray thought, and yet 'pon its edges sits an uneasy curiosity she quickly buries under light humor. ❛ 'cause if there's gonna be a giant dog tearing down buildings, I'd like a head's up. ❜

❝  your concern is with the midgardians, my concern is asgard. ❞ she says, covering up the scheme in place. there was much going on at once; plots & plans in the works. ODIN had his own ideas - wishing to unleash a hel-hound on the world, letting it destroy everything in it's path. though, LOKI would work on the backend, making sure that plan never saw the light of day. his father was quick to make up his mind; even more stubborn to when it came to listening to the words of his children. THOR had been locked up, simply for disagreeing with the sentiment. but - LOKI was smarter than such, not voicing his disagreement out loud, but rather making a scheme in the back of his mind.

❝  worry not about the hounds of hel, i shall take care of them. ❞ the words may have sounded a lie from the trickster's mouth; unable to tell what was fiction & what was true. but ... the hel - hound sounded like a darling pet. something that he could have kept for himself. no chance, would he let it rain hell upon midgard; killing most of civilization in the process. there had to be a better way, something that could keep them from wiping out an entire mortal race.

[5urvive]

I’M TIRED OF BEING THE BIGGER PERSON. IT’S LONELY UP HERE AND THE VIEW ISN’T EVEN WORTH IT. @synthwealth

oh, poor thing. what a horrible non-issue to be not actually dealing with. it must have been difficult to ... even within the safe space of her own mind rogue couldn't come up with a comment quite sarcastic enough to fully articulate just how ridiculous the other had come across, so proud of herself with those empty words, seemingly confident in her right to spout woe is me complaints ( about something which she had brought on herself. )

head cocked to the side, eyes would remain on painted nails and trimmed cuticles as rogue paid little mind to the young woman at her side, speaking up only once pointless yammering had ( thank god ) ceased. " are you finished? "

[5urvive]

THAT’S NOT THE WORST THING I’VE EVER HEARD, BUT IT’S DEFINITELY IN THE TOP TEN ─── AND I’VE BEEN TO FAMILY DINNERS. @synthwealth

a laugh: subtle. under her breath. most likely unheard even to those who may have been waiting for it. it wasn't the response rogue had been expecting ( though what, if anything, she had been expecting was a mystery even to rogue herself ) which was what made vik's sparks' response oh so close to being genuinely amusing. it wasn't every day that a horror story was met with a little quip about uncomfortable family meals, after all.

in quick succession ── iced swirled inside of glass, a drink downed in one go, the smell of nasturtium filling the air as hair was flipped from one shoulder to the other ; and finally rapacious gaze would land on the other, hungry for information no matter how inconsequential. ( because nothing was inconsequential, really. if you were willing to wait long enough, any information gained would become useful. ) " interesting family life, i take it? "

[arkvoodlee]

☆ 〈 sc.

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎 … 𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 , a sanctuary ( a metallic tomb was a better name ) , a home to many in the unlikeliest of places . it came with another name ... markus . that name often 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 beckoning a new age , like it meant something more to them ; however , he knew better than to put fortune in the hands of another . CLOAKED BEHIND FLESHY HUSK , the emblematic raucous 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 kept dormant . no wise cracks , no witty one liners , not if the ruse was to maintain , that was what was eating away at him . it took every fibre of his body not to crack , 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 ; just keep his head down and avoid attention . squatting upon rusted beams , his eyes 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 between conversations , scouting his surroundings , his escapes and the people . all had seemed 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 , that was until he felt @synthwealth 's presence pass next to him .