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“-- YOU’RE INTUITIVE AND you make insane suggestions.” helluva combination, tegan thinks, though it doesn’t escape their mouth. it’s strange, really, how much the other reminds tegan of themselves. terrifying thought. “ever thought about being a cop.”

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#vomitsgod #❝ main. \ a long line of fine.

parts of me were already gone. i knew there was no turning back.

“is that so.” there is a curiosity in their eyes, something cool and reserved. the town knows; things lurk in the fog. it’s only natural that tegan would have an inkling of knowledge. still, they say nothing about it. some things are best left buried (that is, until the shovel breaks the dirt). nothing is unearthed until there’s a layer of comfortability put down first.

“you should know nothing is truly gone. you could be who you were before, but just with something changed about you. nothing leaves and comes back the same. that’s not how the rules work. you could turn back. the question is: would you want to see what was following behind you.”

a memory of wind. / @vomitsgod

#vomitsgod #answered. let this moment go to waste.

“ just — stick close t’ me, alright ? ” he casts his gaze over his shoulder at the kid . . . woman ? on the other bike beside him. of all the things iron mike could’ve asked . . . why go on a supply run with a kid ? a literal damn kid. well, maybe she wasn’t but he’s looking for an excuse to sulk, regardless. after all, he’s used to either being out in the shit with boozer, or alone. rikki was an exception on the odd occasion when she wasn’t pressing questions about his wife. turning his head back to the road ahead, he revs his engine. “ don’t care how many times you’ve been out in the shit. what I say, goes - alright ? ” he revs again but remains stationary. “ repeat it. we’re not goin’ out there ‘til y' do. ” / @vomitsgod / sc.

#vomitsgod #enforcer ; ( starter. )#rps #flips #hope this is okay !!

🙌 @ valtiel

>> CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENTS > Actions // Accepting > 🙌 Push/Shove my muse

`DUTY WAS HIS BIRTH AND HE WAS ABSOLUTE TO HIS ICHOR. Not quite a shadow, not quite a reflection / NEITHER SATIATED STAYING FULLY OUT OF SIGHT BUT STEPS BEHIND / NOR BEING IN THE FOREFRONT OF EYES. (FLITTING BETWEEN BOTH / AND BECOMING MORE WHEN NECESSARY). Domineering his jurisdiction as necessary, keeping things in line, in order / PROTECTED & SAFE. Even when things tried to slip between the seams and steal. It was an INEVITABILITY that could in turn, also chose not to pass, but the odds were stacked against favor. (A POSSIBILITY STACKED IN A MANNER THAT THE OPPOSITE BECAME IGNORABLE). What should be a reapers claim was but the attendant removing distance and passive background motions. Body that should have been left / GIVEN NO HOPE LIKE THE REST THAT LAY WITHIN HERE / was to be given treatment of a new location, a new breath, fresh vitality (ONE PULSE TO KEEP ANOTHER, AFTER ALL).

`CONSCIOUSNESS CAME SEEPING IN BEFORE VALTIEL HAD TAKEN TO OBSCURITY AMONG THE WHOLE UNTIL DEEMED OTHERWISE. Conjoined phalanges pressed against a arm unlatching as she chose to move him / UNRESISTING IN HER CHOICES. But unsplitting, taking not to vent or wall but mere feet away, poised on feet but leaned where hands just INCHES away from being planted among floor with them / HEAD DIRECTED BY CONSTANT MOVEMENT BUT DIRECTED AT HEATHER (ATTENTIVE COMPLETELY TOWARDS). Grunts from misshapen facade were low, calm as could be considered from him, even as attention he had just been giving was treated as such. / @vomitsgod

#vomitsgod #‛[ L∨┆“ANSWERS” ۞ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒˡᶦⁿᵉˢˢ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵐᵉ #( first resurrection or first time seeing valtiel after doing such? maybe? idk )

@vomitsgod ; starter call.

Roxanne crouches down to tie her shoe, resting her flashlight beside her. The beam highlights ever speck of dust along the long, abandoned corridor. She glances up to find her companion staring down the opposite end of the hallway. “...What? What’s wrong?”

#// hiya! c:#[ v; roxie escapes! ]#vomitsgod

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“it’s like you’re askin’ to die? did you lose your BLOODY mind already? if you scream, i’ll shove my fist in your mouth to keep you quiet. nobody is dying on my watch.” he whispers, voice a rough rasp. staying quiet and alert were the only way to survive this place. it was an endless game of survival, but he’d do his damn best to thrive. / @vomitsgod

#( answered asks. )#vomitsgod

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Detroit was a maze of technological advancement and deserted industry that could confuse even the most worldly of travelers, or so Connor had been told. In his little experience with gawking tourists on the street, most of the time it was the heavy android presence that held their attention so strongly, rather than simple misdirection. Still, though, it never hurt to break someone’s stunned silence with an amiable word.

This particular visitor held a higher stress level than most did, his initial scan told him. Fair enough, he supposed. Evidently there were some humans who disliked crowded places, (a stance he could appreciate), and the mall was practically filled to capacity. He approached slowly, securing his spot behind the girl before artificially clearing his throat.