#themageofmany

[calamitysshatteredson]

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"No. Absolutely not." He wasn't really talking to either of them, not Skylar and not himself, and not any particular unnamed entity potentially in control of the universe either. They were just words, offsetting the panic that he was not going to let himself feel overwhelmed by. He was going to continue tearing clothes to wrap with, to soak up the blood, to stop the bleeding--

He'd still had some fairly decent reaction time and sword muscle memory, it turned out. Unfortunately, it was for a much longer sword at a much different weight, and he just-- He hadn't, in time, in the right place before he'd managed to correct himself and his stance, and she'd--

"This isn't how it ends. It isn't." Rip. "Not now, not after all this." Zip. Surgeon's knot, they call that. "I made a promise." He wasn't all that good at holding to those, apparently. Or making them possible.

[goldendivinewrath]

@themageofmany [From here.]

Hands spread out in front of him, trying to maintain something like a calm, friendly smile, Vash really did contemplate trying one more time to distract away from the-- Everything. He was still full of tricks, in theory, could divert or even run away of he really had to, but...

After a long moment's glare, Skylar making it perfectly clear that she knew his tricks and was completely done with them, he deflated. Of course he could still leave, still run, offer nothing and wind up making another enemy. It would hurt her that time if he just tried to ignore the directness, and... and...

Allies were good to have, sure. He was going to leave, as sure as anything, as soon as he could. but intentional hurt was not anything he wanted a hand in. "Okay, okay, I-- Right. Ah--" Where to begin?

The beginning and the end, he supposed. "I don't know why he's stealing Plants exactly." Not a lie! Not... really. He knew Nai's explanation, but there was something missing there too, wasn't there? He was after the red Plants more than anything, and there had to be more to it than just not wanting humans to initiate Last Runs...

Shaking his head of the thought, Vash dropped his hands completely. The unintentional hurt was probably a sure thing from that point on. "He's, well. He's my brother, actually." It wouldn't really do any good to cringe away or try and defend himself from strikes or words, so he simply waited.

[royalbratprince]

@themageofmany [From here because muse and brain declared it so.]

Oh, he was no good at being reassuring. Or offering much of an innocent smile. Where was Prompto when he needed-- Ah, right, the blond had seen right through him and made himself scarce. Damn, some best friend.

"What? A guy can't ask if you like frogs? And mud?" Oh yeah, that wasn't suspicious at all.

Another tactic, then. "Do you wanna... help the advancement of science..? Somehow? With frogs?" Not... better...

[stonecoldmeme]

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“Yeah, there you go.  Just keep your hand flat and they’ll have an easier time eating the greens.”  He encouraged, stopping himself from adding And not nipping your hand, because that didn’t seem... helpful.  True, but not helpful.

The chocobos were tame, no doubt about it, but they still needed a little incentive to stand there and be patient.  “Then you can kinda just real gently reach up and pat them on the beak to show you’re friend.  Or double-friend, ‘cause you fed them first.  That’s even better.”

[survivalspecialist]

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“You’re showering and you didn’t invite me?” he lamented, letting himself in and pressing up behind her, the hard planes of his body against her back as he slid his arms around her waist. Of course his fingers were quick to skim across her hips while those on one hand daringly slid further, boldly grazing over the inside of a thigh.

“Better make up for lost time...”

[xzidane]

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Traversing the crowded streets of the city was an especially surreal experience when one felt completely disconnected from everyone around. Each slow step was just an effort to keep moving forward with no discernible purpose outside of that. Sounds so numerous and overwhelming seemed to bleed into each other, combining to form incoherent white noise. Blue eyes wandered but could not comprehend. Everything about this place was unknowable, confusing, hectic, and above all else, a shock to his senses. Even the air carried occasionally the sharp, unnatural scent of ozone. This place was, in fact, not of nature in the slightest.

Despite the crowded streets visibly teeming with activity, the world around him felt cold and lifeless. 

With every step he gained some clarity, but still sought to slump down onto the nearest bench to rest. How it was that all of that emptiness drained him so was perplexing, to say the least. Then again, nothing made much sense as of late.

[abrokenremnant]

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“I wouldn’t say fawning…” she hesitated then. Yes, of course she was fawning. How could she not? He was like a skinny blonde god. “Please Kadaj? I have to talk to you. It’s important.”

“Is it about your spawn? Because you know I’m no good with small humans,” he said matter-of-factly despite how he was already making his way to her.

“What is it?” The remnant asked with concern. “Are you alright?

[primalvessel]

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It was a particularly chilly evening in the lab, Maru noted unhappily, curling tighter over himself in the cage he was confined in. Hojo had deemed him more useful awake and alert than warm, cosy and unconscious in one of his glowy tubes and while nothing good came of those tubes, cold as he was, the Miqo’te found himself staring longingly at the glow of one of them.

 It would be exercise time soon though, the only time he was really permitted outside of his cage. At least it was spacious enough and he wasn’t subject to the uncomfortable confines some of the scientist’s other subjects were. He was just cold. And he hated being cold.

Finally the lock on the cage buzzed and slid open with a noisy clunk, signalling that he could step out into the dark, metal room that housed him and a myriad other specimens, usually not permitted exercise at the same time outside of controlled testing.

What the mad scientist was testing for was anyone’s guess but the small assortment of needle marks he harboured suggested that Hojo was testing for something.

Nevertheless, it was exercise time and he wasn’t one to waste it. The opportunity to get up, explore the space and stretch his legs was not one to be passed up because one day, maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to find a way out.