#weapon0010

[fuukonomiko]

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“I share my enjoyment with you, my wayward son.”

[reiiiwind]

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Time traveling has its perks and downfalls. One of said downfalls is that sometimes even the most neutral outfit, consisting of a simple plain colored T-shirt and jeans fails to stand the test of time. Their casual dress makes them stand out like a sore thumb. Hence, they find themselves slipping into the shadows in order to by themselves some time. Surely there’s something they can do to blend in a bit better?

Not long after they ponder how to blend in, they spot a rather unsuspecting person. Perhaps, with just a little luck, they can steal their coat.

[kalle-and-lita]

Reunion

@weapon0010\

Her garden was vast; miles upon miles of thick canopy and foliage that served as her hunting grounds and her sanctuary. Alive with the sounds of twisted and macabre wildlife, an echo and fragmented memory of what her life had been like before. The narrow hunting trails lit with the glowing fungi and flora she’d carefully cultivated over centuries.

Centuries?

Had it been that long?

Time was nonsense in the warp. For all she knew, she could step beyond the bounds of her territory and back into the same exact moment in reality that she left. She didn’t want to, of course. Out there was pain, and sadness. A reminder of all that she had failed to protect.

But here?

She had everything she wanted. Her sanctuary, and her children. Beautiful and serpentine just like their mother, though not quite as vast as she. Her existence here was a happy one, where she could tend to the garden, and lounge across the vast canopy of trees with ease.

But today her children called. An intruder in their garden. So she slithered among the limbs of trees, very curious to the unwitting visitor.

And very, very hungry.

[ask-night-haunter]

There was a pattern of feet along the wet cobblestones as a child clutched a soggy loaf of bread to it’s chest and ran for all He was worth, trying to escape the ones that were chasing him. A fist collided with the back of his head and sent him tumbling to the ground, still clutching his treasure. He curled up around it as he was surrounded. Tears streamed down his face as he opened his mouth and screamed out “Night Haunter!” In the vain hopes that he would be heard and saved.

It was by mere chance alone that he happened to hear his name cried out. Such was not unusual, these people often cried his name, usually it was a curse or a threat however. Usually, his name was used to invoke terror in another. A mother frightening an unruly child, a worker trying to ward off a would-be mugger, not like this.

If the tone shocked him, it didn’t show. He did want to investigate though, so it was that he leapt from roof to roof, heading towards the sound of a frightened child.

[lady-switch]

Mornin…can I like…snuggle against you with a blanket and take a morning nap for a few minutes? I was up really late last night

Aww, honey, so was I—and then I got up early to call a friend in a different time zone! So yes, absolutely, a nap is in order. Come join me and the cats in our pile of blankets. :)

[ask-the-black-talons]

In the halls of the Nightfall the 8th legion was preparing for war, mainly the compliance of a planet but it was a rarity that such things happened peacefully. Kaven flexed his power claw, watching the sharp talons move in sync with his fingers as he waited to board his drop pod. His sword was sheathed at his side and the plasma pistol secure in it’s holster. He calmly looked around at the rest of his battle brothers and sisters, performing their final weapons checks and preparing themselves.

Her squad, the Black Talons, had been paired up with... huh, she could remember; her mind had been elsewhere during the briefing and she must have missed that part. She did recognise Kaven however, though she did not smile on seeing him. Synthalia did not know him, just his name and face. he looked about as ready as they did - the girls filed into drop pod 10, as they had been ordered and she nodded, “You with us?” she barked as she harnessed herself into one of the seats.

[horrible-on-main]

weapon0010:

Clay looked at her for a moment, trying to think of any other plan that didn’t involve the possibility of getting buried and impailed if the ceiling collapsed on them as well but seeing as he didn’t notice any grenades on either of his allies it was really the only option as the cultists didn’t seem to be running out Of ammunition at the moment. “The emperor protects.” He muttered under his breath and nodded, giving her the go ahead.

“Emperor protects,” she repeats quietly and fervently. She doesn’t like this plan either, but it’s the best she can come up with on the fly, and there isn’t time to sit and think.

She aims up and back the way she just came, as far away as line of sight permits. With any luck I’ll catch some of these scum, she thinks as she pulls the trigger. The first plasma detonation leaves a substantial hole in the ceiling but doesn’t drop more than a little debris. Cussing between her teeth, she shifts her aim and fires again. For a moment it doesn’t seem like anything is going to happen. Then with a scream of tearing metal a girder gives way and the way backwards fills up with a cloud of dust and the sound of falling rubble.

[fuukonomiko]

Because only the best deserve boops on the snoot 😊😊😁

“All to true my little Night Lord.” she laughs.