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🍻-- It smelled like a load of bullshit. Smelled like someone trying way too hard to be the sheep when they were the wolf. The guy was dressed up in a hero suit, but it didn't sit right in his gut. Something about it made him bristle like a cat rubbed the wrong way. Fangs bared themselves in a snarl. Claws unsheathed.
"Ya look human but you got a lotta metal in there, huh, bub? So do I an' I think mine might just be stronger than yours."
@dcventure // starter call
🍻-- Logan knew that the man was bad news. He had no illusions about that despite the airs and attempts the billionaire made to cover up his stink. Not that he made much of an effort - Lex Luthor was as arrogant as they came and he was pretty certain he could give Stark a run for his money in that department.
The only reason he'd picked up this job (a request, really) was because of the kid involved.
He folded his arm over his chest. His lips drawn in a thin line.
"So let me get this straight... you made some deal and now yer playin' a game of chicken with a self-aware A.I. ...with your daughter? And you want me t'watch her for a bit just in case?" It was supremely unimpressed.
@imperiouslex // starter call
@sephirisms
"So you're the brat that Vivio asked me to train, huh?" Ruby did hold him up by the back of his shirt, his feet dangling in the air from the height difference. "Gotta say, you're pretty much a goon, but I do see you have some muscles on your and experience as well. Maybe some street thugs here and there?" Still, she did finally let him down, gently at that.
"Alright I decided that I'm going to train you." It was much more of a statement, not much of a question if he wanted to or not. "Say, what'cha think? Do you wanna learn long range or perhaps more close combat? I can teach you a couple of abilities too."
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Everything had gone black after Ultima had shot a gaping hole into his chest. All he remembered feeling was relief. His father had been avenged and the evil that had seemingly taken root within his family and caused such needless suffering was defeated. Or so he had thought. He could rest easy now couldn't he? But as the blackness consumed him the first thing he thought was that death was surprisingly... painful? His body felt heavy. It hurt. Why did he hurt so much? Perhaps this was his karma for what he had done as Bahamut-- penance for the many lives he had needlessly stolen by his outburst. However, there's a part of him that resented that thought. He had shouldered everything for so long. He was so tired. Why had the gods saw fit to shackle him with the burden of such suffering? The answer was simple: Ultima was a cruel and unforgiving god. Perhaps Great Greagor was more merciful, but when had she ever spared a single bit of mercy for him? If she did exist, he must have angered her in some way. However, the pain begins to fade, but in exchange his body feels more grounded-- more real. Dion came to the conclusion that he simply... wasn't dead. However, where he was... that was mystery not even opening his eyes could readily answer. The marble floor and large stone statue made it clear that this was a temple of some sort to an unfamiliar god. It wasn't Greagor, that much he was certain of. "...Hello? Is anyone there?"
@yunhuntress continued from here.
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It was merely a blip that gave her pause, often happening from time to time – when memories would drift into her consciousness. As dates kept closer to the anniversary of the battle, and some far-reaching extension, him as well – the scar on her side ached, or at least her mind told her it did. And now as she spoke, she felt that familiar tingle at her side. Her vanity could have gotten the better of her – it wouldn’t take much to rid her supple skin of the marks of battle, but it was a statement Fang spoke next that had kept their presence permanent upon her flesh.
They were warriors, they were soldiers.
Her pale blue gaze lifted, matching the gentle smile upon the other woman’s features. It certainly may not have been the life they had wished for, but it was their own. Fate had pushed them in a different path and now they stood, battle hardened and scarred but alive.
“I can understand that. I feel a similar way. This life…there’s a part of me that believes that if I had a choice, I may not have chosen this path, but I never really had the choice. It was the only surefire way to survive.” A hint of grief settled within her pale gaze, but a few flutters of her lashes dismissed it. A small shrug of her shoulders displaced the heaviness of the burdens she felt she carried. “For the time being, make the most of it and continue to survive.”
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Sugimura: The man gulped and stood where he could get a better view of those massive breasts resting on the table. How would he even survive this night, especially if it ended in no action? But even more shocking was Rangiku actually sinking a ball. "Is this your first time? You sure you don't need me to teach you?~" Heh, more sexual innuendo.
“—First time, swear it,” Rangiku remarked, proud of her small accomplishment in sinking one of the balls. “I think I go again, don’t I?” She questioned, standing as she surveyed the table to see which ball would be her next target. Her gaze flickered towards her companion, shifting her shoulders as she readied herself once more to take her next shot. “I could possibly use your help lining up this shot…” She offered, a coquettish smile gracing her features.
@katsu-at-the-bottom continuation from here.
‘—No. You shouldn’t be so kind to me. Stop being understanding. Push me away. Everyone else has…’
They were cruel thoughts – crueler still that they were her own. What would have been worse? Keeping him at arm’s length, letting him act on his emotions but then distance herself from him, shattering whatever dreams he thought had blossomed into reality – or never telling him? If she had been heartless, it wouldn’t have mattered – either way, she’d hurt him and, in the process, get hurt herself.
“—Katsu…” She turned in place, watching as he began to retreat from her. She didn’t need to see his expression, she read it in his body language. She had done more damage to him than he had received in that bar fight. His shoulders slumped, his head hung, his steps were slow and measured… she wasn’t sure what propelled her forward, her own hurt or her need to comfort but she found herself wrapped against him from behind. Arms curled around his waist, forehead pressed to his back, face buried against his shirt – he didn’t understand any of it. He never would because she’d never be able to tell him the truth – but she could skim the surface.
“—No one has really ever asked me if I’ve wanted to talk about it before…” But then again, he was naïve to it all. She had done her best to hide her hurt through drinking well into the night. If she could drown her sorrows, it was easier to disgust the hurt with a carefully crafted smile and a trained laugh. But all she wanted to do was spill ever emotion, every tear like spilled sake, let the contents of the carafe tip over and run free.
“I’ll tell you everything one day…” She didn’t know if that was an empty promise, but for now, it would do. “For now, though…” She heaved a sigh, drawing her arms tighter against him, forcing out nearly all the distance between them. “I don’t want to be alone. Just stay with me.”
She was being selfish again – it was one of her worst habits, she knew that. She was asking too much of him when she wasn’t willing to reciprocate the same. Why would he want to stay with her, sit with her, comfort her when she had pushed him away. “Please.”
Sugimura: "Has fate ever been kind to you? It must have a sick sense of humor with me... Ugh, all I'm doing is complaining now." The alcohol tortured him with making him open up his deeper feelings while increasing his libido.
“It has and it hasn’t. Fate brought me some of the most important people in my life and it also took some from me.” Rangiku paused, letting her gaze fall to the bubbles in her glass. “It’s alright, you’re welcomed to complain. I don’t mind listening.”
