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[tragicblood-archived]

Semi-plotted starter for @themultiversemerc​

     It should’ve been an easy job. In and out but that unfortunately wasn’t the case. Entering Raccoon City in the dead of night had been the only easy part of her job. Upon arriving, she soon realized the city was severely overrun with infected and her clock for completing the mission successfully and surviving was ticking down rapidly. The air was ravaged by gunfire, screams, and large plumes of smoke as all chaos broke out as any survivors scrambled for any possible escape routes. 

     Slowly, she’d been making her way through the city, using as little ammo as she could in fear of coming across one of the larger infected that required the extra power. Things went from bad to worse as she moved deeper into the city and became noticed by a horde of zombies. Knowing she’d be overrun she entered the closest building and attempt to barricade the door. An orchestra of hands beat down on the door in an ominous crescendo. The doors quaked in their frame as the pressure on the other side started building up. 

           “Fuck,” she cursed, stumbling back for a moment before turning on her heels and taking off down the hall. Heading toward the back of the building she entered a room before freezing, realizing she wasn’t alone. “W-Who’re you?” She asked, hang dropping to the butt of her gun, prepared to draw and fire if they were hostile.

[tragicblood-a]

@professional-liability continued from here (x)

     Her brows knitted upward in concern as she grimaced. Of course, she’d been injured before and didn’t even realize it but she was typically hyped up on adrenaline where this individual did not appear to be. 

           “Well if ya ain’t in any pain then it’s probably not yours. Been in fight?” She asked, keeping her distance for now.

[tenacitybred]

@rccordeverything said:  “So here I am. What are your other two wishes?”

Absolutely Amazing Pickup Lines

     Faye glanced up when Dr. Staton entered the room with a snarky remark. She closed the magazine she had been mindlessly gazing over and pushed herself out the chair and discarded the magazine on a desk. There had been some warning to his attitude but she found it to be fairly enjoyable so far. Who didn’t like a smartass?

          “Thought we just dealt with monsters, didn’t realize Genies were real too. And where’s the fun in gettin’ everythin’ I want so easily?” She asked, passing a desk and picking up a large manilla envelope and presenting it to him. “Do I’ve got some interestin’ stuff for you!”

[tenacitybred]

@sorcererism​ continued from here (x)

     Trouble had a way of finding Faye or perhaps she had a way of finding it and tonight was no different. She had taken up a job to help protect some store owners from a small group of thugs, harassing them almost nightly -- until tonight anyway. Being a female of shorter stature often gave her the upper hand as most opponents underestimated her. As they had tonight. She had been trained from a young age by a group of vigilantes that consisted of retired military and military survivalists that taught her everything she knew. 

      The fight was short-lived but she was certain they wouldn’t be harassing the poor owners any longer. She had been cleaning the blood from her knuckles when she ran into the stranger. Faye buried her hands deep into her jacket’s pockets, hoping he didn’t see the blood, unaware she had a streak still on the side of her face. 

          “Yeah, yeah. It’ll take a lot more than a lil’ bump to hurt me. I promise I’m not as fragile as I look,” she laughed lightly, offering him a smile. “How about you? Hope I didn’t step on your toes or anythin’.” Faye gestured with her hands while keeping them in the pockets.

[tenacitybred]

❝ every story needs its villain, and its hero, and its monster ❞ -Jareth

Obsidio

    His statement was amusing to her as she’d like to argue over the fact of a monster being involved. Then again, the more she mulled over it the more she started to believe that maybe he had a point. Perhaps the villain was the monster, or even the hero. It was all a matter of perspective after all. She cracked a lopsided smile, one brow rising beyond her bangs, placing her hands on her thighs before sitting upright.

          “And in your story, what’re you? The hero?” She asked curiously. She often thought of herself as the monster of her own when she thought back on her bloody past. Everybody so badly wanted to be the hero that often times they never realized they were actually the villain.

[tenacitybred]

“ and all that is real is left behind. “ -Crowley

Greatest Showman

     The King of Hell stood before her as clear as day and yet she still struggled to imagine Hell really having any sort of ruler trying to reign in all the chaos. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head slightly, narrowed her eyes, and puckered her lips. It was a lot to take in and, honestly, she was still uncertain as to how she managed to even come in contact with a demon. Especially without summoning them. Had someone made her their target? Wouldn’t surprise her as it had happened before.

          “I didn’t realize the King of Hell would be takin’ calls. I was expectin’ the next demon I met would be a bit lower down the chain. Not that I'm complainin’. I'm truly honored but also wonderin’ if I did somethin’ to deserve this encounter,” she relaxed her pose, hands moving to rest on her hips. Faye remained cautious but wanted to know more about Crowley, as he had introduced himself.

[tenacitybred]

❝ every morning, the moment when i wake up, everything’s okay for a few seconds. and then it comes crashing down on me, crushing me beneath its weight, as the memory arrives ❞ -Lydia

Obsidio

     Faye was startled by the words that came from the young woman as they weighed heavily on her. She was all too familiar with the pain that Lydia was living with. However, she often hid her own behind a facade of smartass remarks and jokes. 

          “I wouldn’t normally tell anyone this, but I know how that feels,” she replied in a soft voice, her smile more melancholy than cheerful. “I don’t imagine you’d be willin’ to talk much about your memory?” She asked.

[tenacitybred]

“I called someone to bail us out last time. It’s your turn.”

Friends Who Get into Trouble

     She couldn’t help but crack a smile when he pushed the responsibility of getting bail onto her. This was not the first time she’d been put in a cell and most certainly would not be the last with how she kept her nose in trouble. Leaning back she relaxed against the cool brick wall. The cell was small and resembled the ones from old movies with old steel bars that were certain to leave some type of residue on your hands dare you touch them. She bridged her fingers together and turned her head to the right, looking through the bars and into his cell. 

          “You should know by now you’re about the only person I know who’d bail me out,” it wasn’t a complete lie. She trusted few and trusted even less to assist her. Of course, she had her brother but she could not stand the thought of disappointing him further was the last thing she wanted to do. So instead, she was scheming something else. Standing up, she walked over and placed her arms through the bars, resting them on the horizontal one. Her grin widened as she glanced around, making sure they were alone. 

          “You ever broken outta jail before? We’re lucky we’re in one of these small-town ones. They won’t pursue us...not for too long anyway,” she added.