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Time to drop the poison. | @Megan Odair
A badalação da madrugada nunca fora a melhor amiga de Rawena e prova disso, era a lentidão com que se movimentava pelas ruas de Arendelle. Não era mais tão jovem quanto gostaria, pelo menos, até onde a idade ia além da aparência. Para os alheios, todos aqueles contos que passavam alienados por seus olhos, não passava dos vinte e oito anos. Mas interiormente, no próprio âmago, podia sentir a velhice tomando-a, lutando com a força que jazia ali também. Ainda que relutante, tinha que admitir o quão satisfatória era a magia da Malévola. Graças a ela, estava no auge da sua juventude e beleza, podendo olhar-se no reflexo do espelho, sem que temesse a si mesma. Podia ir contra á beleza de Bianca, a esmagando. Sua áurea jovem ainda que fraca, era existente. E era para fortalecê-la, que seguia até a Tartarus. Impulsiva, tivera uma ideia e para a mesma funcionar, precisava de Alec. Não era a melhor ideia de todos os tempos, já que estaria fazendo pacto com o próprio Diabo, ainda sim, não conseguira pensar em outra coisa.
Talvez pudesse continuar da forma em que jazia, estando à mercê de Sarah. Mas tal estado físico e mental, a deixava incomodada. Não poderia ficar daquela forma pro resto da sua existência, dependendo de alguém que não passava confiança alguma. Certo, Rawena estava longe de ser uma pessoa confiável, mas a Rainha de Arendelle, ainda era pior do que ela própria. Naquela noite em questão, optou por fugir do rotineiro. O vestido longo que sempre usava, dera lugar á calça jeans, uma regata vermelha e um sobretudo em um tom escuro. Tudo isso para que não ficasse divergente dos jovens, podendo ser chamada de ‘tia’ ou ‘vovó’. Nada a irritava mais do que os apelidos que zombavam da sua idade. Estava muito bem conservada. De qualquer forma, sentia-se uma alienada usando aquelas roupas, mas não podia negar que ficara muito bem nas mesmas.
Rawena tivera problemas na entrada da boate. Não soube exatamente o motivo, mas por fim, conseguira entrar sem que precisasse esperar mais algum tempo. Já dentro da Tartarus, entendera os motivos que levavam aos adolescentes a ficarem loucos naquele lugar. Bebida e mais bebida, luzes quase que hipnotizantes e para os mais sensitivos, havia toda a persuasão do Senhor das Almas naquele lugar. Enquanto abria caminho por entre os corpos suados, não deixou de perceber a bartender. A mesma não era tão bonita quanto esperava ou imaginava, mas tinha seu charme. Se caso fosse um Herói meia boca, talvez sentisse algo por ela. Mas como felizmente não era, daria graças por tal. Aproximou-se do balcão, mostrando-se entretida com a música alta, ainda que não a conhecesse.
— Um whisky. — Dissera, colocando os dedos sobre o balcão, tamborilando-os. Rawena sabia falsificar uma alienação e desinteresse para com os outros. Naquele momento não poderia ser diferente. Não estava ali para visitar Megara ou Megan, mas poderia conseguir um tempo para se divertir um pouco.
It's been days since your incident at Oscorp but ever since then you've noticed you have some brand new abilities. As you are walking to work you see an armored truck with its back door open, delivering quite a lot of money to a bank. With your new abilities you know that you could get in and out of the trunk with millions in mere seconds. Do you keep this thought as a fleeting one and walk past the truck or do you decide to see if you can actually pull it off?
Barry Allen: Task 003
Location: Streets of Metropolis
Time: 9:23 AM, June 3rd, 2014
Forecast: Sunny with some cloud coverage later on in the evening.
It was about 9:20 and Barry had to be at work at 9:30. For the first time in a very long time, he might actually be on time. He crossed 9th Avenue and walked, all the while a dark worry pestered his subconscious. Barry spent his entire time concentrating on matching the pace of people near him, not wanting another episode. The coffee shop was bad enough, and he didn’t want that to ever happen again. But, in order to prevent Barry from losing control and moving quickly, he had to get his new ‘abilities’ in check. Just yesterday, he had been walking home from work and he saw a car crash occur on the opposite side of the street. In mere fragments of a second, Barry was across the street, face first in the grass near the curb. He hadn’t even tried to move that quickly, it just happened. The question he had asked himself yesterday while lying in the grass pulsed vigorously through his subconscious. “What is happening to me?"
In truth, Barry had no fucking idea what was going on and the only clue to his situation was a brief conversation with a stranger that he had had a day or so ago. It was possible that this speed and lack of control was here to stay, and Barry had little to no control over it. That, alone, was a terrifying thought. And as he walked at a human pace to the police station, his entire focus was towards maintaining a homo sapien speed. Then, something broke his focus. There, about twelve blocks ahead, was a large armored truck. It was near a bank, of course, and probably had millions of dollars ready to deposit into the closest bank. For the first time in a very long time, the thought of possible evil ran through Barry’s head. He had pushed the idea of stealing money out of his mind almost completely, when the doors to the truck opened.
There. There was his option. He could take the money in seconds, it would be almost too easy. But, something tugged at Barry emotionally. His conscience, and before he could even consider taking the money, the thought was out of his head. It was wrong, and that was the end of it.
[Text] We're going to Isaac's, he's got some stuff. And SNACKS.
[Text] Why is he being 'nice'????
[Text] Let's steal his snacks