* RAGE / RAGE !

indie mcu oc.

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hisstark‌:

“bored.” 

  ‘ and you tell me this, why? ’   

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chooserofslain:

ALCOHOL HAD PROVED ITSELF TIME & AGAIN —           to be the universal key to so MANY problems. It did not matter the planet nor the being she interacted with — it had been a solution to more PROBLEMS than the Valkyrie had been able to keep track of …   & it pleased her - that this situation - weapons & all – would now be added to      the list. Hastily   re - shealthing    her weapon ( — booze too had the uncanny ability to make weapons either useless or       … MORE necessary - & this seemed to be the latter ) the Valkyrie followed the other woman, legs picking up her stride. “ Does this mean you are BUYING the drinks or — am I pushing my luck ? ” she gave the other a half - smile before she pulled her gaze back towards the rows of shop fronts        & restaurants - scanning for another universal SIGN - “ I have the feeling you know WHO - I am but I … ”  she spoke as casually as possible, focused on   their common purpose of intoxication,    hoping that this would not sour the situation once more— “ — don’t know who you are, ” there was another side - ways glance & then as casually as possible —    “ If we are going      to  SHARE a drink - I deserve a name … ”

it was amazing how no matter the universe, planet, system, whatever it may be... alcohol spoke across them all. everyone knew what it was and it felt like everyone certainly loved it. hell, it was bringing people from different universes together- these two being a prime example here. oksana normally hated people, new or old, but this woman was quick to hit one of her soft spots- which was one of the best ways they could possibly bond.

‘ i can buy. you probably do not have earth currency, ’   oksana responds with a respectful nod in her direction, knowing full well she was going to be making the men in the bar purchase for them. she could easily sway them and - frankly - could not wait.   ‘ oksana sokolova, nice to meet you. ’

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shieldedsoldier:

        his fist catches his fall before all else, one leg extended behind him and the other propped up on his knee. steve stares unblinking at the ground, silently weighing his options. he does not get the chance to answer her before she is grabbing her weapon, causing him to glance up at her with narrowed eyes. ❛ i don’t want to hurt you, ❜ he attempts to bargain despite the fact that it may be in vain. ❛ surely you’re smart enough to take an out when you get one. ❜

        ‘ do not want to hurt me? captain, you would not be the first to do so, ’   a low voice, eyes staring him down, feet moving her from one side to the other. oksana was never the type to give up a fight ; no, she was the type to fight and fight and fight until she was bleeding on the floor without a single breath left in her body.   ‘ but do not worry, captain, i can take a hit. and i will get back up faster than you. ’

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bridgetowakanda:

 THE SHIFT IN HER VOICE ISN’T   lost  on  him .  were  he  a  cruel  man ,  ross  would  continue  to  let  oksana  think  that  they  were  there  to  kill  the  man .   it  may  come  to  that  in  the  end ,  but  not  right  now .   “  no ,  we  don’t  want  to  kill  him ,  we  want  to  flip  him .  big  difference . ”  a  sarcastic  smile  curls  his  lips  before  his  attention  returns  to  the  display  screen .

        a roll of eyes is her response, because oksana is not the type to go in there and flip someone. hell, never in her life had she gone into another country and saved the regime. it just wasn’t her style. eyes look down to her staff, it is turned gently in her hands.   ‘ i am a killer, agent. i am not some sort of political savior. ’

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it’s a starter call !!

[thexfiles]

“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are

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it’s a starter call !!

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scarlctguilt:

          Feet stayed rooted to the floor, letting the other girl move as she wanted. Wanda didn’t need to warm up, nor find some strategic position to attack from. Demonstrated when the other lunged at her, staff raised. Though it didn’t get far, Wanda’s hand shooting out, stopping it in mid-air. 

        when the staff stopped in mid-air, oksana could immediately tell that she was in some sort of trouble. this was a type of mischievous magic that the dark haired woman had not prepared for. she’d heard tales of this other woman but this was far more than she anticipated. a twist and the staff breaks in two, oksana able to pull the other piece from the red wisps.   ‘ nice trick. ’

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redheadarcher:

       ❛ I don’t want to be that person but … you DON’T LOOK SO GOOD ❜ Her eyes could see the wound, and she could see that the other got up with a little difficulty, which meant that she was in pain. But there wadn’t much she could do there. ❛ Well, you’re here too, right ?? I know how to take care of myself, you don’t have to worry about me. ❜

       ‘ i look fine, ’   the woman spits back as she rises from the ground, dusting the dirt off her black pants. there were some tears in her shirt and cuts upon the exposed skin but it certainly wasn’t going to stop her.   ‘ i am a professional. you, a child. get back where it is safe. ’

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        someone like him is not the type of person oksana expected to jump from a plane. but she watched from the ground as he fell down through the air, meticulous to track his movements so she would be waiting on the ground for him, shoulder leans against the wall of a nearby building ; she pushes herself off and slowly, cautiously, approaches him.  ‘ now, you are an interesting creature. ’

@sugarbearpeter​

[aleclightwoodt]

(insp.)

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bridgetowakanda:

HE’S NEVER BEEN A MAN  of many words.   at least, not in moments like these.   he doesn’t have to act a certain way or   PRETEND   to be something.   right now,    ross is a pilot.   his main focus is flying the craft and landing her.   though the autopilot is quite advanced, he could just sit back and relax if he   w a n t e d.   but ross always took the time to manually fly.   “hm, the target is a high ranking military officer in the indonesian army”

        and just like that her curiosity turned to anger. oksana stopped what she was doing in order to stare down the man who flow this ship, shoulders tensing,   ‘ you want me to kill a member in the indonesian army? ’   if anyone with ties to the american government did so, it would surely start a war.   ‘ i see why you came to me then. ’

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warashes:

@tenmech ; ! 

❛ sometimes, the best thing we can do is start over. ❜   that’s what he’s trying to do.  trying to take who he used to be & mix it with who he is now ; hopefully there’s a hybrid in there somewhere that will be able to live in the twenty-first century.  ❛ turn over a new leaf, start a new chapter in your autobiography.   stuff like that.  –❜  inspiration, & a laugh - ❛ should i write an autobiography ? ❜

        there are no words coming from the woman as she listens, but her lips press tighter and tighter together with each word that is spoken ; he had optimism which is something oksana never possessed.   ‘ starting a new chapter is not possible, when the last has changed you for good, ’   a cryptic response but it was exactly how she felt.   ‘ i do not believe everyone gets to start over. ’

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poolstorybro:

         “ oksana, ”   he tests.   “ wow, that’s new. no you’re totally right that was very rude'a me, claire an’ I apologize. ”   OF COURSE, everyone was a resource in one way or another, but he always found clumsy people infuriating; then again the highly trained also found him infuriating, so team work always called for a sticky situation and NO -  BE GONE DIRTY THOUGHTS.   too late.   “ all ways, huh ? no offence babe, but if you’re tryin’a sell somethin’ you’ve definitely come t’ the right place. ”

     one of the batons - a piece of her staff- was twisted in her hand and swung, stopping just short of hitting his neck.   ‘ call me another american name, and i may carve it into your arm. ’   a little harsh? maybe. but this talkative one certainly managed to get underneath her skin.   ‘ the right place? you need an expert fighter? ’

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ravagerbled:

“Would you believe me if I said that I’m lost?” Corvus quipped, the look on his face said that he was anything but lost. “Just happened to heard this little commotion and decided to lend a small hand, though it looks like you have this well under control.”

          ‘ i do not need your help. ’   staff is pulled from the body of a beast and spun, removing any liquids that might have coated it’s metallic surface. oksana has now turned full attention to this man and his want to help. but someone who wanted to help didn’t recognize the streets? odd.   ‘ where are you from? ’

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personatvs:

       he waits before replying to her repetition of his words, doesn’t nod, just stands there in a near statue like manner before finally nodding his head, a heaved sigh finally pushing from his chest. ❛  i’m LOOKING for someone, and i need to know if they came through your radar recently. ❜

        ‘ oh? so, i have information you want. ’   red lips turn into a wide smirk as this point, her body leaning further back into the chair- in a much more relaxed position that before.   ‘ and what are you going to give me in exchange for that? ’

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bridgetowakanda

THERE IS AN AIR  of  amusement  that  passes  his  lips .  “  i  have  no  doubt . ”  he  hums  before  walking  up  the  ramp  and  towards  the  pilot’s  seat .  strapping  himself  in ,  ross  nods  towards  the  copilot  seat ,  if  the  girl  wanted  to  sit.  she  could  roam  if  she  wanted .  the  flight  would  only  last  an  hour  or  two .

        ‘ do not worry, it can be painless. but i will probably make it hurt. ’   she quietly takes a seat inside the plane and watches at the back closes before turning back to the man. oksana is quiet for the first twenty minutes but she was not the type who could simply sit silently, and walk in blindly.  ‘  tell me more of the target. ’