#v;tbd

[thegovernmentlapdog]

@johnmarstonrp

Something was different about this place. He had fiddled with an unfamiliar object which seemed to knock him out. When he woke, he wasn't where he once was. Or era for that matter. As he stumbled outside, it almost looked like some set for a wild west movie. Except, this was real. Just as Leon wanted to make some murmur on that fact, a creature of the undead approached. A classic zombie in his eyes. "Damn it, here too?" he said in a slight raised voice as he dispatched the zombie with a bullet to the brain.

Leon promptly moved himself into a better position as more of them approached, he looked into his pocket. He was also running low on ammo.

[uxwantedheirs]

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@held-heart

"Depends on your definition of interesting. Would you consider someone trying to drag my ass back to dad interesting?" She couldn't help the small smile that appeared. The idea of it never stopped being absurd even less so when it was just a random hoping to get into his good graces. "And you gotta stay away from those hunters."

[mistermxrgan]

🍞

Send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse.

Arthur had just been getting by, when out of nowhere, he felt something hit him from behind. In an instant, he turned himself around to find who the offender was. It appeared to be a woman he had never met before. Finally he glanced down to see what the object in question was.

'A loaf of bread, not a standard throwing weapon'. He thought.

He picked up the loaf and raised it upwards. "Is this yours?" He decided to not issue a threat, she didn't look dangerous in any way.

[bianfu]

@bhaalurged is the night

The Bat was an anomaly in the group. Quiet, observing, unreadable. His face covered completely with gloved, claw-like hands. But there was a a kind of patience in the Bat's stillness, a gentle patience. Even the bat's voice was distorted but electric.

That was another oddity despite The Bat's appearance, he was frightening but didn't seem to be supernatural. An android perhaps, a machine built by a deranged mind.

Bright electric eyes turned toward Diana. "You've been watching me for awhile," He rasped. "Something on your mind?"

But of course he had been watching her too, discreetly from the shadows The Bat seemed to prefer.

[fxntasmagoria]

@morb1dg1rl gets a starter :))

" I can't believe you went on that date. Did you at least get a good meal out of it? " Grayson asked, genuinely wanting to know even if he did get a little jealous from time to time. " You really know how to pick them. I told you to stay off Tinder." He was teasing but he also did know Tinder was full of creeps and weirdos. " Maybe next time drop me your location first in case?"

[metamorphiisis]

@mercymedic

She drags a keratin nail down the center length of the Good Doctor's back. pale, goose-bumped flesh dimpled by the spine, decisively mottled and puckered where those contraptions would attach.

"A surgeon ought to be more careful with her hands in the field, Doctor." Though, there are more injuries here than mere splintered phalanges. Moira cants her head, eyes the bloom of purple cresting over Angela's cheek, seeping richly into the jawline exposed from this angle. She tuts, tearing medical tape.

Titrating a hostage's wounds. Just enough to keep them alive, not enough to give them relief. It's all very analog. Delicate games revolving around balances. She presses the line of adhesive against a square cut of biotic-slathered cotton. Secures the other three sides the same.

"Has Talon clipped your tongue as well as your wings, Ziegler?"

[marinarius]

𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬   OF  MERMAIDS,  MASQUERADES  AND  MAGIC. | accepting

@seeasunset ‘  what  is  a  heart,  but  an  ocean  of  secrets  ?  ’

"Hmmph," He didn't look up from the net he was mending a least not initially. He wondered if the gills on the back of his neck were visible. His webbed feet of course were hidden uncomfortably in his boots. He wondered if the other would have said that if they could see either or recognize him for what he was.

Finally he looked up, staring a the other with an animal-like directness. "I don't know that I have a heart."

[incissam]

There was a moment where Daenerys felt like she was in disbelief when she heard that there was a man with similar features as herself wandering about Pentos. The Queen had decided to work her way west with her host that wanted to come with her to Westeros and decided to go investigate for herself. Granted in Essos her looks weren’t as rare with Valyrian blood running through the people that used to live closer to Old Valyria, but part of her still hoped. She knew that Viserys was dead with out a doubt in her mind, but if there was a chance that one of Rhaegar’s children lived then she still had family, but she doubted that also.

Even through the doubts though she clung to her hope that maybe this man was just another lost Targaryen soul like herself. She decided to use Illyrio once more to house her and her closest members with her troops making camp outside of the manse. The man in question was spotted not too far away and she hoped if she were lucky he may stumble his way into this area. However, she still also wanted to go out and hunt for him too. 

She chose to make a trip into the city to do a little shopping and a little searching though she would not admit to that. As she looked at the different stalls and stores she had spotted him there in classic Targaryen colors and the unmistakable hair that they shared. She got closer to him without trying to seem like she was directly approaching and looked down at the wares of the stall. “I hear the lemons are particularly potent this season.” She said looking over at him and speaking in High Valyrian to try and test if maybe he would know the language like she had been raised to know it.