Dec 6, 2019
[MUSES] [RULES] [COMPACT PROMO]
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[MUSES] [RULES] [COMPACT PROMO]
@uncovereliminate asked for a VIOLENT starter (accepting)
‘Again.’
The word prompts another fist to fly and crash against the side of his face. Silas spits with the impact, spattering blood across the grimy cell floor. His arms are aching as they’re pulled taut, nearly ripped from their sockets as Ryan’s men hold him in place. They needn’t try so hard--the southerner hasn’t the strength the struggle, nor the ADAM to pose any real threat. He’s merely their punching bag now, and the hits just keep coming.
That is, until they sudden stop.
Silas is only half-conscious, but he picks up on a few words. ‘Mr. Ryan--!’ stands out above the ringing in his ears. ‘We were just teachin’ him a lesson!’
In an instant, the southerner released and allowed to crumple over the floor. The disciple doubles-over, wheezing loudly as he tries to inflate his lungs beneath battered ribs. As he reels, black spots dotting his vision, a pair of polished wingtip loafers come into his line of sight.
It seems Andrew Ryan has come to pay him a visit.
@uncovereliminate liked this for a starter <3
Something felt off. To be fair, things had felt off to Alex since before she’d even found out about who Frank really was (and, wow, that seemed like a very long time ago now. Yet, simultaneously felt like five minutes ago). But that uneasy feeling had been particularly strong over the last couple of days. It wasn’t unusual for her to go a while without seeing Atlas; he was incredibly busy, after all, but to not even hear from him on the radio? That was odd.
Which was why she had come to his office, had forced herself to walk past the Splicers and Atlas’ men. But the office was empty, which just made things odder. Sighing in defeat, Alex took the radio off her belt. “Atlas? Atlas, I know you’re busy, but... But I need to see you. Please?” No response. Sighing again, Alex shook her head and turned to leave, but jumped slightly as she saw someone in the doorway.
“Oh! Oh, sorry, you startled me...” She didn’t look like a Splicer. “I- I was looking for Atlas, have you seen him?”
@uncovereliminate
Time passed in a blur, Rapture grew and began to change, but Jasmine barely noticed.
She did, however, notice as her whole world shifted from revolving around her goals, work, and the creator of the city, to a single person and every moment she could sneak off to spend with him; Jasmine felt real next to him; she never felt small or useless, never felt the need to convince-
Honestly, she just felt like what had been promised by the city, like she was living the best life she could.
Sneaking off during the day was easy, and she had quickly figured out when breaks were given at the fishery; so anytime she had free, she found herself wandering down to the docks.
Today was no different.
A grin graced her lips as she slid beside the man she had been looking for, looping an arm around his. "Hello stranger, I do belive I may have become lost, could you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the Kashmir?" Her tone was playful, adopting a similar accent to the one that was currently popular with the elite woman of Rapture. With a giggle, the accent drops, grin never once leaving her lips. "I believe it's my turn ta'buy lunch, is it not?"
@uncovereliminate || continued from here
A laugh escapes Hector--a low, bitter sound that wheezes out of him. His smile is sardonic, and utterly broken, as it spreads across his face. It wavers quickly as exhausted tears begin to prick his eyes. He has never been so tired before. His desperation and need for rest worsens with every hour spent rotting in this Plaza. The idea of dying, alone or not, becomes less frightening with those hours, too.
“How sweet.”
The disciple’s gaze averts to the counter of the bar he’s sat at. His stool creaks as he shifts his weight, his shoulders hunching as his head hangs low. He knows he’s drunk, but he doesn’t feel it. There’s been no respite in the bottles he’s emptied since settling here, hiding from his cohorts who’ve taken this dire opportunity to go to war with each other. He just feels hollow. Sick. And so, so tired.
“Then how ‘bout puttin’ a bullet in Cohen instead?” He’s surprised that the thought makes it to his mouth. A hiccup that tastes of bile follows.
“You’d be doin’ all of us a fucking favor.”
1. Who has been your favorite muse to play?
——————–QUESTIONS FOR MUN
This is changing for me all the time, so I can only say what muses are my favorites to play right now. (I also limited myself to only muses I also play here on Tumblr.)
Adinah Rosenthal
Andrew Ryan
Bigby Wolf
Moira Felsan
Vergil Sparda
York Morgan
“Even in a book of lies sometimes you find the truth. There is indeed a season for all things, and now that I see you; flesh - to - flesh and blood - to - blood, I know I cannot raise my hand against you. But know this; you are my greatest disappointment.”
a promo for my Bioshock roleplaying blogs ( @uncovereliminate and @nogodsxrkings ) which are both side - blogs to this one!
(Please only like or reblog if you are interested in interacting with them.)
While updating this month’s spotlight for my newest blogs (who’s spotlight muses will stay the same for the upcoming month as well) I decided to pick a new theme for it as well! Here are some edits I made for it!