#tw; language

[courtcomposer-archive]

“Fuck this time of year...”

[childrenoftiime]

@verbintenis

Never had he thought that this would happen on a typical Friday morning. The event is so sudden he can barely react himself. One minute he’s walking down the road, the next --- a guy ends up in front of a double decker bus. Perhaps it’s because of his family background, maybe it’s because he always had good instincts, or because his reaction to most things is fight not fight, but the young man is on auto pilot, reaching out with his hands to pull fabric. With barely a second between him and beeping alarm, he pulls him towards him on the pavement, his heart in his throat.  “Are you fucking crazy, that bus was going to hit you dead mate!”

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

@2ndcommand

The alert of a high energy warning set up and multiple bodies carelessly marked as seven in total unregistered spark signatures in such a small area was bound to be trouble...or at least investigated.

--

In the middle of a forest a dark mech was on his knees with a blade at his throat with a small crew of autobots around him. The duo colored optics glaring off hatefully as he heard the shortest begin to grovel. "As soon as Lord Prime hears of this you and your crew won't have anyth'n enough left behind to be used as spare parts!"

"Anything left behind you idiot.." another corrected,

"Right that's what I meant. I mean we captured Kup. He's in cuffs, tired ol' bastard can't do anything cept beg... go on you coot. Beg!" A dagger was forced piercings mechs throat with enough force to barely cut into the metal.

The anger in Kups optics finally boiled over into his field, one quick lean back and forward: Kups helm crashed into the others causing the short meet to stumble back and hit the ground then leaned back on his peds.

[adventurer-in-blue]

I’m still on hiatus but since I forgot to log out from Dewey’s account from mobile. I happened to receive an ask earlier;

This fucking shit is getting old.

NO! Mun does NOT ship or even like that ship! For my Dewey Webby is his friend/a sister he never had! Nothing more! Thank you!

Now gonna turn anon option off forever, because frankly this is one reason I don’t feel like roleplaying anymore. I get Debbigail asks weekly basis and now I’m just done-...

[wybongchul]

@sehwa-wy​ ━. . .

   . . .━━━ ╯ he thinks his friends, his oh so few friends, while probably well meaning, definitely need to mind their own business. BONGCHUL doesn’t delight in being uncomfortable, he’s sure there aren’t many people who do but, this really is worse than he thinks his friends probably realize. sure, maybe he seems like a super confident person, okay maybe he even seems shameless, loud and easy going, but didn’t they know in this day and age that it’s all an act? more than anything he just wants to seem cool, damn it. it doesn’t actually mean he IS cool. (he’s definitely, absolutely, positive NOT cool. in like, any way. AT ALL.) so why is it, for the 3rd time since he’s moved to wonyang, he’s being forced into the awkward position of showing up to meet some potential love interest? did they think he was hopeless? that he didn’t know how to talk to girls (or boys, not that they’d know as much) all by himself?  ━━━okay LISTEN, MAYBE HE DOESN’T, but what does that matter? having his friends try to fix his life like cupid with a bow & arrow, isn’t exactly enjoyable for either party, if any of his past blind dates were any indication. he sighs, roughly, looking down at his blue button up, trying not to run a hand through his styled hair. whelp, at least he tried. when the inevitable moment is that whoever shows up finds out that he’s a pure, unadulterated, unfiltered IDIOT and left their date early, at least he can say he tried.           he’s late; he’s always late, really, it’s nothing personal, but it still makes him into an asshole in front of the date he didn’t want to turn down because it would make him look like an asshole. it’s a great start really, the very bongchulliest start possible. exiting the bus, he rushes, running, towards where he’s supposed to meet his blind date. some swanky looking restaurant, his forehead breaking into a sweat as he reaches the place a whole near 25 minutes late. he’s toast, they’re probably already gone, he ruined another one. he told them to keep an eye out for him in his cross satchel and the flamingo pin currently pinned to the front of his shirt, but he can’t recall what his date was said to be wearing, so instead he stands and gawks around with wide eyes.           ‘               great start, K, you idiot.            ‘

[shadesumbra]

Chapter 5

Matt really hadn’t been planning on a crazy adventure that day.

Then again he never did anyway.

It was raining hard that night and he was on his way home. Driving of course, who’d be mad enough to try and walk home in the rain?

That woman apparently. He saw her from a distance, and she was soaked. She must of been walking for awhile, maybe she got caught out without an umbrella and gave up by this point. Sounds reasonable.

Too bad that wasn’t the reason. Matt saw someone jump out of the shadows and attack her, but she was prepared. She took off, feet pushing her forward as she ran from the now small group of people.

Matt didn’t really think about what he was doing when he drifted his car into a nearby parking space, flung the door open and called for her to get in. And she obliged.

The two of them took off down the street before she even made an attempt to put her seatbelt on. When they were a few blocks over and he was sure they were safe, he decided to make conversation.

“What a bunch of creeps.”

“They’ve been following me for at least a week.”

“And you haven’t gone to the police?”

“The ‘olice came to me, those guys are ‘art of a cult that’s been in the area lately.”

Oh, those guys. He remembered now, Hope told him about when they had abducted a woman for some reason. The building was burned down before they got any answers. Maybe this was the same woman. It had to be, Hope told him that the woman wasn’t able to say the letter p.

“You the same woman that they abducted before?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You know why they’ve chasing you?”

“If I did I’d change it so they weren’t.”

“Hm.”

The brightness of high beam headlights shined through from the back of the car from behind them. Matt looked into the mirror on his side to see a car speeding toward them. Matt stepped on the gas.

He never thought he’d be on the fleeing end of a high speed chase. Especially as a cop.

“These couldn’t be the same guys on the street, there’d be no way they could catch up!”

“I think there’s a lot of them.”

“Great,” he took a sharp turn. Maybe if he could get to his apartment…

“‘Ark the car!”

“What!”

“Ark the  car! Trust me! Before they catch u’!”

Matt sucked in a breath through his teeth, but did what she said. She had to be crazy. He pulled the car into a nearby parking spot and turned it off. He was slightly surprised when she leaned out the window. He saw a shadow dip over the windows and disappear. She pulled herself back into the window and held her breath. Matt was stunned when he watched the cultists drive right by them. She released the breath she was holding.

“What did you do.”

“I camouflaged the car.”

“How.”

“...Magic?”

“I might of just figured out why the cultists are after you, why didn’t you mention you had magic!”

She sunk into her self. “Yeah let’s just go around saying I have magic great idea I totally don’t sound crazy.”

“You have a cult on you it’s not that unbelievable!”

The two of them went silent as they saw a cult member walk by. He stopped next to the car, looked up, and then kept walking.

“What was he holding?” She whispered.

“I don’t know but we better get out of here, it looks like they’re catching on.”

Matt waited for the cultist to turn a corner before he turned the car back on.

“I’m gonna bring you to my apartment, you’ll be safe until we can figure out what’s goin’ on and how to keep you safe.”

He pulled out his phone to try and call Hope, she’d be able to help.

If his phone got service. Why was his phone not getting service.

The shining of high beam headlights behind him caught his attention.

How did the cultists find them? He took off down the street again, only to be blocked by another vehicle full of cultists. This was a one way road and there was no way he could slip past them. His attention was turned to a knock on his window. He rolled it down ever so slightly

“Give up the girl and you can go.”

“Sorry, can’t do that,” he locked the car doors in stubborn denial.

He gave the woman a small “Hang on” before he stepped on the gas and drove toward the car in front of them. The sound of gunshots rang out and a bullet whizzed past his window. Oh so that’s how they’re gonna play? He pulled out his revolver and shot back.

Somewhere else, Shade felt something crawl up his spine.

Cultists dove out of the way as Matt sped forward. He pulled a hard right into an open parking spot and brought his car onto the sidewalk.  He was narrowly able to get his car past, and not without damage either.

“Shit! That’s going to cost somethin’.”

“What did you just ‘ull!”

“An escape maneuver that’s what.”

“How did you know that going to work!”

“I didn’t, but it did, so it’s fine,” he sped forward again.

What neither of them planned for was the man who had clung onto the roof of Matt’s car. They only learned he was there when a sword was stuck through the roof.

“Why do they have swords!” The woman shouted.

“Fuck if I know! Keep hangin’ on!” He made a sharp turn and heard the thump of a body. Good, at least he’s gone.

He made another turn.

Oh, that was a bad turn to make.

A very bad turn.

In front of them was a huge group of cultists.

Cultists in cars too.

He wasn’t able to reverse because two pulled in behind him and blocked his path.

He wouldn't be able to bullshit his way out of this one the same way as before.. He pulled out his revolver and his pistol as a few approached.

“This is gonna get messy, you might wanna close your eyes.”

He flung open the door and began shooting. They already tried to shoot him in his car and one put a sword through his roof. It was self defense at this point.

He fought as long as he could, but there were simply so many. They seemed to swarm like ants. In a short while he was overpowered. They pinned him to the floor as they pulled the woman out of the car. But she did fight back something fierce. He was sure that at least two guys left with broken noses.

The two of them were dragged into a nearby warehouse. Though the girl definitely did not go without trouble. Who knew one girl could make so much trouble. In the end it took three men to drag her inside.

They were dragged into a room with a machine. Matt was shoved back and held by two men, while the group tried to push the woman inside.

Keyword, tried.

She put up even more of a fight than she did outside. Matt took this time to look around. The machine itself looked like some sort of capsule, anything else connected to it though, he couldn’t tell. On the far side of the room was some for of command console. Above it a command screen. One a nearby wall was an array of pictures. Many pictures of Jack and the Woman were on the wall. Even a few of Shade. Not nearly as many of Shade. He was a pretty elusive guy through and through.

The two people that were holding him looked distracted by the scene the woman in front of him was pulling, and he took this opportunity to take them down. He brought up his foot and stomped the one on his right in the shin as hard as he could. They let go and with his now free hand punched the other in the face.

With all his might he took one of his guards and flung them toward the group. This alone took a few of the cultists off of the woman. Matt charged forward and began swinging left and right.

It started to looked like a bar room brawl.

Shade again felt something crawl up his spine.

The woman, now slightly free, yanked a pipe from a nearby machine and began to swing it around.

In a few minutes the two of them had the room cleared, and Matt made his way to the console. Buttons, levers, dials. What really caught his attention was the radar. On it was three beeping circles. His eyes narrowed. One was still, one was moving at a fast speed, and one dissapeared and appear somewhere else.

It clicked. The Woman, Jack, and Shade.

How were they tracking these three people, and so precisely. He opened the draws nearby. Papers, maps, books.

A radar.

That’s how the cultists were able to find him and the woman again earlier.

He snatched one and shoved it in his pocket, along with a bunch of the papers and maps. Anything he could carry really.

He turned around at the sound of glass shattering. The woman had been breaking the machine the whole time he was looking around. And considering that wasn’t long, she had done a pretty good job at making sure it was unusable.

The sound of footsteps caught both their attention, so Matt grabbed the woman’s wrist and pulled her out the door opposite they had come in. Hallways. Brilliant. The cultists had guns and swords and the two of them were stuck running down long hallways. No time to lose.

He pulled her forward, and took the hallway to the right. He had no idea where he was going. The sounds of footsteps echoed behind them.

“Shit.”

“Just kee’ running they won’t follow us.”

“What why?”

He looked behind to the woman, and the sight of them running down the left hallway got his attention instead.

“More of your magic?”

“It’s dark in here so the fakes are going to be running for awhile.”

“Dark? Your powers work better in the dark or somethin’?”

She stayed quiet. Matt was definitely going to question her later about this. Right now they had to get away. He pulled her through a door into a parking lot. A parking lot full of cultists.

A few looked in their direction, but made nothing of it.

The woman brought a hand to her lips. Oh, she was using her powers again.

The two of them quickly made their way to the outside of the group and snuck past the outer guards. Then, when they turned a corner, they ran.

It was two blocks down when the woman’s legs gave out.

“You okay?”

“I’m not used to making so many illusions in one night.”

Matt scooped her up and kept going, her head resting against his chest. In half an hour the two had made it to the police station. Matt put the woman down in a chair and instantly moved over to talk to the other officers about what had happened.

It was later when Matt walked over to the woman.

“You said your name was Umbra.”

“Mh-hm.”

“Sounds more like a cover up name that your actual name.”

“Mh.”

“Your powers based off shadows?”

She stayed quiet for a moment. “Yeah.” It was small and quiet.

Matt leaned on a nearby desk and lit a cigarette. “You know the Shade?”

“No.”

“He controls shadows too.”

“What’s he like?”

Matt looked down at Umbra.

“He's a bastard just like me, an' I like him. Puts a lot of effort into this city. Doesn’t care what other people think.”

He looked down quietly.

“So, you mind tellin’ me why you show up on this little radar here?”

She sunk down in her seat.

“I think you know more than yer lettin’ on.”

“Well-” she was cut off by an explosion.

The building shook and a few cultists kicked the doors to the station in, guns in hand.

“Hand over the girl.”

Police had their guns up, and the tension in the room could be cut with a butter knife.

At least, until the cultists were dragged away by large smoky tendrils. Screams from outside could be heard as Shade stepped into view.

“Tsk, they really don’t know when to give up, do they?”

Matt walked forward to greet him.

“You just did me a huge favor considerin’ I’ve been dealing with them for at least the last two hours.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Savin’ some woman.” He pulled out the radar. “You know about this?”

Shade looked down onto the screen. “No, what’s it about?”

“One dot is you, One dot is Jack and one is that woman. Umbra she called herself.”

Shade froze. Umbra. He knew an Umbra.

“Did she have fringe that covered her eyes?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Where is she?”

“Right over there,” he turned and and pointed to an empty seat.

“She’s not there.”

“She’s hidin’”

“Thank you Matt.”

“No, I’m serious. She uses shadows to make illusions. She’s hidin’. She probably snuck out by now.”

Shade’s eyebrows shot up. Shadows to make illusions. Well, that explained how she disappeared everytime he tried to talk to her. There had to be something more to this. If she were simply using shadows to make illusions he’d know. But to his knowledge it was as if she wasn’t controlling shadows at all. This is something he’d have to look into.

“Why did you have to save her?”

“Hell if I know. From what was gotten from the notes that are available somethin’ ‘bout a power source and a demon.”

Shade fell silent. A power source and a demon indeed.

“I think she’s long overdue for some answers.”

“I can have the police question her tomorrow.”

“I would like to talk to her myself if that’s possible.”

“I’ll see what I can arrange.”

“Oh, before I forget. You didn’t happen to do any ridiculous stunts lately, have you?

“I have, why?”

“No reason.” Other than it felt like Brian Savage just walked over his nonexistent grave.

Shade turned and left through a wisp of shadows. And Matt turned back into the station.

It was an half an hour later when Umbra actually got up from the chair and snuck out of the police station.

She was so fucked.

…

She still didn’t know why there were swords.