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mazing grace, how sweet the SOUND that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I'm FOUND.

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snippysnips

“how does a huge city like this just not have communication access? that’s so stupid.”

“I don’t know, it could be a lot of things, honestly. There was an ATTACK not too long ago.” She half-shrugged. So far, Nat hadn’t figured it out herself just yet.

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questionedreality

“Just as distraught as I’d ever be. I won’t claim that you’re wrong in that assumption” She merely commented, tilting her head a little with a chuckle of a laugh as she was so often PROGRAMMED to do, as if to b r u s h away the matter, despite the fact that she was always consumed with that distraught feeling, the strange memories she had. “Well, a suppose that’s an offer I can’t refuse. Real gentleman you are” The host nodded, though there was something about him that she couldn’t put a finger to, like he had some KNOWLEDGE above her that she didn’t know. “Not rude at all. Name’s Dolores, pleasure to meet you”.

“Of course. Just like anyone else.” His words lingered, as though he’d spoken them on routine rather than because he meant it. Perhaps it was another FAULT in his programming, to think that she was one of his people rather than just another human. He chose to keep with it and soon, he was walking with her toward whatever he destination might be. She didn’t need him to be safe, but it wasn’t as though he’d ever HARM her. He was a pacifist, through and through. He wondered who had named Dolores, if it had been her Creator or her Master. “I’m Markus. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it isn’t under better circumstances.”

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“god will not let them take me.” //  far cry 5: the father

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@ofwerewolfheart / @faithfulxfew / @cullingtheherd

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txtallyfxcked

“Don’t I know. I’ve fought my whole life, I’ve learned the resilience of what I can overcome first hand” Muttering that in response, a wry twisting of a smile flitted across her, she brushed a strand of her hair away, it was constant that she had came up against fights in her life, ones that she battled against relentlessly. “Ah, the best part of anyone’s life, the warmth of summer” Not so much a consolation, but it was something, and she’d willingly take it. “Good to hear that, sometimes it can get boiling stuck inside”.

Matt didn’t know everything there was to know about Spencer. But, she reminded him a lot of both of his partners. She had the GRACE &&. INTELLIGENCE of Catelyn but underneath, she possessed a sort of layered mass of enigmatic SECRETS that reminded him of John. Perhaps it was why he was drawn to help her. “I’ve always thought you were a fighter. You have such a strong spirit about you.” Matt remarked. He chose not to press her on any details. “I’ll count SUMMER as my favorite season as long as this city can keep the chaos under wraps.” He mused, though realized it might not be time for a joke just yet. “Are you still in school ?”

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anklcbiters

“ it  is  objective   …   but  i’m  pretty  sure  most  people  can  agree  on  what’s  a  good  burger  and  what  isn’t,   at  least,”     the  blonde  offers  a  smile,   but  she  can  easily  tell  he  can’t  see  her.   something  else  she’s  been  trained  to  see.    not  that  complicated  to  spot  a  blind  man,   after  all.     “ from  what  i  can  tell,   you  seem  to  know  your  way  through  the  city—   you’re  gonna  have  to  lead  the  way,   i’m  afraid. ”

“YOU would be surprised by that, actually. Because there are most certainly people who can’t tell a good burger from a bad one.” Matt warned the woman that had asked his opinion. “I might be the last person to ask to LEAD you anywhere, -- uh, I’m sorry. I don’t think I caught your NAME.” Matt then figured he could offer directions to the place and if she still wanted him to join, they could figure it out along the way.

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infiniitestardust

At his question, Cat looked around her office – a few pictures, a paint, her diplomats, a few plants and a bookcase. Nothing much, keeping it simple. It was an office and she had to give her clients a good first impression. “I have, but it’s nothing special.” She reached for her lunch and smiled at that. A little competition was one way to put it, but he knew her well and had no doubt she would do anything to win, as long it was legal and clean. “I have to be honest and say that I don’t remember the last time I had a lunch break.” She would normally eat while working, it was easier than stopping everything for a moment. It wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it, but there were so many things she could do instead. Her fork picked up a piece of lettuce when he spoke again and she smiled. “Everything’s great. I never imagined that planning a wedding would take this much effort and time, but we’re getting there. How’s Mulan? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” Matt’s tone read that of upbeat. He was mostly just glad for a moment of peace amongst a rather busy week. With all of the chaos that had ensued after the POISONED WATER mixed with John’s usage of his personal and vacation days, he had begun to understand what it meant to be swamped with work. To have Catelyn, though, was a blessing in itself. “Really ? I remember lunch breaks, I remember them quite fondly, actually.” Matt understood the feeling, though, as he didn’t often stop to take breaks as of late. He chewed and swallowed another bite then nodded. “I’ve heard wedding planning is where a lot of couples really test one another’s limits.” It sounded foreboding, but he didn’t actually mean it to be as dark as it could be perceived. “As long as you’re both putting in the work, though, I’m sure it’ll be as beautiful as you deserve it to be.” The smile that came after was a mix of happiness for his friend’s potential marriage but also for Mulan, as well. “She’s good, we’ve both been rather busy but perhaps the four of us could meet up at some point, if we can dig up an hour or two for drinks ?”

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lunamximoff

“Is it worse to lose the feeling?”

“Depends. Some people would tell you it’s FATE. Not every person you meet is meant to be in your life forever. Some are supposed to just...pass on through.”

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snippysnips

“i’m trying to figure out this stupid communicator! it makes no sense!” ahsoka couldn’t help her frustration at the device.

Nat tried to peer over at the DEVICE but was unable to see much of it, “Someone told me that phones aren’t working that well here. Maybe it’s a signal issue ?”

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maggie-rhee-survives

Maggie nodded at the woman’s indifferent suggestion and said nothing more at first. Locating an agent and determining a budget hadn’t been things that she’d done in an extensive period of time, and it frankly wasn’t something that interested her in doing much. She knew that it would come to be necessary in order to find a place for her children, but Maggie continued to distrust the system. It didn’t make sense that after years of suffering, she was expected to simply transition into house-buying and bill-paying. It seemed like some sort of cosmic joke. “Those are some good ideas,” she said in return and tried for a smile that ended up looking weak. “Maybe I’ll try to look into an agent.”

Nat pinched the bridge of her nose when she heard the tone of the other woman. She would have been more help if she could, but her apartment was nothing remarkable &&. she hadn’t really tried to do much more than BLEND IN into the city so far. “They’re all over the place, otherwise I’d suggest looking into one of those application programs.” She meant a lower-income program, but she didn’t want to shout that from where she was at some stranger.

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besottedsouls

another  appointment,  trying  to  find  himself  a  job  and  all  he  could  hope  for  that  at  some  point  someone  might  decide  to  indeed  give  him  a  job  now  he  needed  it.  thing  was,  tony  had  plenty  of  money..  so  a  job  was  not  required,  he  had  enough  to  spend  still..  but  doing  nothing  all  day  long?  every  single  day  again?  it  killed  him.   luckily,  though,  he  believed  that  it  wouldn’t  be  too  much  of  a  challenge..  tony  had  brains  and  if  anything,  he  would  find   a  job  soon  enough.  deep  in  thoughts,  until  he  finally  heard  the  person  talking;  causing  a  frown,  until  he  saw  the  wallet  that  she  held.  ❝  ――  i,  oh..  right — thank  you.  ❞

Nat hadn’t realized she was staring until he broke the momentary SILENCE between them. He resembled so heavily the man she once knew, she had been wondering to herself if he received a comparison to TONY STARK often. The manners after, though, made her think otherwise. “Yeah, don’t mention it. Mind if I ask you a question ?”

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ofwerewolfheart

Aurora felt utterly exhausted. As Joseph took hold of her wrists, she quit fighting against him. The scene was all too familiar, they’d both been in this position in the bunker and neither ever won. She had often wondered what it would have been like if she had left rather than arrest him. Perhaps she should have. ‘Sometimes it’s best to leave well enough alone,’ the words that she recalled Whitehorse saying before they’d stepped inside now stung. If she had left, if she had returned with back-up, perhaps she would be home. All four siblings would be in prison or perhaps, an institution. She wasn’t a psychiatrist but as someone who was still firmly agnostic in their beliefs, she had trouble believing a ‘God’ had chosen this particular family to carry out any ‘holy’ plans of His. “Have you ever actually been lost before, Joseph?” She asked with a raise of her brow, only glad when he finally let go of her.

Still, he wasn’t wrong. She was full of anxiety, that she’d turn too quickly and fire would consume the buildings of the cute downtown center; that she would reach out to the nearest person and they might quickly disintegrate into ash where a skeleton once was. They had seen what became of the world when they had to dispose of Dutch’s body. It couldn’t have been a hallucination, no matter how much she wished could just believe that. “I don’t know. I didn’t get that far yet. I’ve just sort of been coasting.” Aurora admitted. She wasn’t infatuated with the idea of living with Joseph once again, but she supposed her choices would be slim to none. She had no money on her. Wherever her wallet was would be where her debit card was, but she wasn’t even sure that would work. “Did God tell you about this, too? It would’ve been nice to have a head’s up, Joseph. Maybe a ‘hey Aurora, we’ll be transported to a place that isn’t an apocalyptic wasteland.’” She crossed her arms then as she looked him over.

Joseph found her posed inquiry particularly PARADOXICAL in nature, but he chose not to point out that of course he had been lost before &&. of course he was even more lost. The pain that went along with the feeling was excruciating, to have a never-ending list of questions and a blank space for the answers in return. He had become so accustomed to the Voice that now that he no longer seemed to possess that or any sort of PREMONITIONS, it was as though he’d slowly reformed back into who he used to be. He was no longer The Father, just Joseph Seed trying to learn and understand the world around him. Again. “I am delighted to see that your spirit has not been turned to ash by the FIRE that engulfed our world, my child.” He went with, instead.

His eyes narrowed as she informed him openly that she hadn’t even begun to find somewhere to sleep. Unlike her, Joseph knew what he had to do as soon as he’d arrived. A job and some form of shelter. The former had been far easier than it had been before and now that he had found his siblings, Joseph was free to continue to wander and research. As Joseph began to shed the skin of his former life, he began to come to terms with a lot of what had happened. “YOU can stay with me until you find your footing.” He chose not to inform her that both Jacob and on occasion John lived at his household, mainly because then she would have either pinned him as ‘crazy’ or simply left altogether. Aurora was, in her own right, a member of his family &&. so he wanted to keep her as close as he did the rest if he could. He gestured for her to follow him but her next words caused a look of intrigue to spread over his features. “You don’t REMEMBER what happened, do you ?”

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ofwerewolfheart

Aurora had watched Joseph pace for what felt like a thousand years. Back and forth, her eyes followed him because there really wasn’t much else to do. She had read all of the books that Dutch had collected which wasn’t much. Truthfully, she had wondered what Dutch thought he’d be doing at the end of the world because he hadn’t thought much, clearly, about how he’d keep himself from losing his mind. She had done her best to keep her mind active. She read books, she wrote essays on the books and then edited them constantly. She tried to write her own stories, she read what Joseph wrote. At this point, he was on book four, but it had become increasingly difficult to read. Part of that was her own fault. Her mind stared at the alphabet like they were hieroglyphics etched into ancient plaques. But, she had noticed his decline, too.

Maybe she was just upset that his descent was more graceful, he seemed to accept the loss of his family in such an elegant manner while she screamed and wailed for them after only months in the bunker. Now that they had been playing ‘bunker buddies’ for what they were both certain had been several years, they had fallen into their own toxic routines. Ones that intertwined with one another while also simultaneously left each other out purposefully. He had just finished explaining how the Voice spoke to him. How they had to leave in order to survive. “How many times do I have to tell you that God isn’t really in your head? You probably have some sort of psychosis from your abuse.” She held up the book that she’d read ten times over, shaking it slightly as though to capture his attention. “We can’t go out there, Joseph.”

She didn’t know everything, in fact, she had no idea how he could’ve predicted an actual nuclear apocalypse. If he had been, Aurora figured he’d have found a better way to keep his people and his siblings safe. Rather than become enough of a nuisance that the federal government felt the need to squish his entire operation in a county of a state that most people forgot even existed. Aurora did take hold of Joseph’s hand, if only to pull him toward her so they were only inches away when she spoke the following words harshly, “Joseph, someone fucking nuked us. God doesn’t exist and there is absolutely nothing out there that can save us. This is it. Okay?”

Even if God hadn’t spoken to him, Joseph had done the calculations on what they had left. The bunker had been designed for Dutch, which meant a SINGULAR PERSON with no others, presumably. Each bunker was designed differently. John’s for example had been designed to hold a very large number of people with amenities that would help in the process of birth, as there had been or were supposed to be pre-apocalyptic pregnant women in that bunker with children. The rest had their own intentions as well. Joseph had felt that between the four of them, each leader would have their own unique qualities that while under pressure, they would be able to do certain things while their counterparts might not be able to. Hence the DESIGN. 

It was a MIRACLE that neither party, while in the span of several years, had murdered the other. Not that there hadn’t been attempts or thoughts that dangled teasingly in front of one another’s faces. Joseph had leaned into the concept a few times and for a moment, wrath took hold of his throat, squeezed, and he had nearly allowed the feeling to grip him completely. However, he had overcome it and he’d watched her do the very same. Perhaps, it would have been worse if they were alone. There was something about their sense of reality that could be measured in one another. It made the SPIRAL more gradual. He sighed, “Aurora, if you actually read the book, you would see that I went to several psychiatrists and none of them were able to do more than slap a label on me and eventually just tell me to stop speaking altogether.” Joseph pointed out. 

They had to leave. Joseph already has his own mind made up. He had followed God for this long and while he had lost quite a bit along the way, Joseph was determined to continue the work he was given. With or without Aurora. On the other hand, there was the side of him that did want her there alongside him, if only because she might be the LAST PERSON he may ever meet and if he did make it to the Garden, he would have wanted another with him. “God forced the hand of another, Aurora and that was because of what we, as humans, have done to this Earth and to one another. “He chose a nuclear apocalypse because this world needed to be restored through fire, to be rebuilt and renewed. It had to be CLEANSED by the hand of God, you know that.”

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snippysnips

“it’s ridiculous. how am i supposed to get anything done with this?” she groaned in frustration, glaring at the device in her hand as though it was the source of all her problems. “well yeah, you’d need a ship if you want to leave the planet. but just getting around? even a speeder bike would be a blessing.”

“What exactly are you TRYING to do ?” Nat asked, a look of curiosity crossed her features as she evidently didn’t understand a whole lot of what was being said to her.

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wyldsoulx

it was nice to speak to someone that she could. in a way, relate too. she felt relief, and no sense of loneliness. the only strange thing is that HONESTLY, she never felt such emotions for herself before. she did when it came to her followers, she felt FOR them, but not for herself. was being on earth making her a little more human than she used to? was that the answer? she didn’t know, but she felt as though that was the case. she felt as though spending time amongst mortals made her feel the same emotions as they did. it wasn’t a bad thing though. she could relate to how they felt, and perhaps understand them a little better, not that she already knew. she knew humans better than most because she acknowledged their very soul. she had too, it was part of her to KNOW the human soul.

“thank you. i shall indeed inform you when i get ready to go there.” she reassured, her eyes flickering to turn to joseph, a smile crossing her features. “war…” she fell quiet, remembering the times where titans and olymphians fought. she remembered zeus slaying her father, she remembered her whole species dying out, all except her — because she was favoured by the all-father god himself. why? she never knew, but she took josephs advise to not dwell on that question. she didn’t hate zeus for what he did, but he wasn’t particularly fond of him either. “oh yes, i know all too well…” she admitted, inhaling deeply before exhaling. “no i haven’t. i’ve heard of them though.” she admitted with a light chuckle, her hand went to come up to move the strand of hair, though joseph beat her to that, and her eyes softened as she locked eyes with him, smiling ever so gently at his words. “it is a first. usually people are drawn to the likes of aphrodite or artemis, not that i can blame people. i have found so many souls are drawn to such beauty, they are too afraid to look into the void of darkness, which every single soul do possess, which is a pity because therefore most people do not accept themselves WHOLEY. i have to say, i also am rather enamoured of you as well.” she finally turned her whole body so she could face him, both of her hands resting against his wrist. “thank you for giving me a chance unlike many, joseph.”

Joseph wondered momentarily about what brought HEKATE here of all places. For him, it was his escape from the bunker. A new world and one that had been given a second chance by the Creator, at that. He didn’t suppose that she had escaped a wasteland written into an apocalyptic hellscape, not like he had. Either way, he WORRIED about asking. Joseph was never hesitant about speaking in regard to the Voice nor about what he had been through, but a protective layer had begun to coat his relationship with Hekate. He worried that if the question left his lips, he’d somehow will that into existence for her. To be stuck in such a meaningless place, he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, especially not her. He replied genuinely, despite the lingering thoughts, “I look forward to spending more time with you, especially in such a SPIRITUAL atmosphere.”

“Zeus?” He inquired. He didn’t want to push her, but her silence made him realize he’d accidentally signaled a memory from her without having meant to. He truly had meant to explain in as little detail as possible about Jacob’s past. After all, there was a certain detail that was a little too much for most people. But, of all the people he’d encountered, Hekate seemed as though she would be unmoved &&. unwavered by the knowledge. “I concur, you’ve seen a great many things, my dear, perhaps it’s about time you let your MIND rest ?”

Joseph hadn’t been the one in the past to coax others into CONFESSION, but he thought he would be glad to hear hers if she needed to lighten the load of the burdens she might carry. “Well, as you likely know, human beings are not INFALLIBLE. Most of which can quite easily tricked by a pretty face.” Not to say Hekate wasn’t attractive, she certainly was. But just as Hekate said, there was something of a chasm between those who came from a sugary positive place and those like each of them that were wrapped in a version of darkness. He paused as she moved, he simply watched her and waited. “If that was giving you a chance, it was certainly the easiest option I’ve ever been given.”

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ANOTHER tally mark etched into the wall for a grand total of ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO days. That count his eyes gazed over could only be trusted if their otherwise scattered minds could be held accountable. The bunker was in something beyond a state of disarray. Marks etched aggressively into the walls to form what both knew to be a calendar but to perhaps an adventurer in the distant future might appear more as a CAVE DRAWING, the rest of the walls held stories of their own. Guidelines on one wall, ramblings from both parties on several others. Papers littered the floor, mostly from his own bouts of madness, but Aurora had never been one to shy away from her own moments of stir-crazy RAGE. It was a routine, one descended into a fallen madness and the other quickly joined in with their own strange behaviors and shattered semblances of self.

Like Father, like daughter. This particular night or morning, they had no way of knowing, had been especially DAUNTING. The darkened circles under Aurora’s eyes likely rivaled that of his own, bruise-colored to reflect how little sleep both had gotten in the last week. Or, what he could assume was a week. The lack of structured time had truly gotten to Joseph, as had the recent command of God. All of it combined into a heavy weight against his chest, threatening to collapse the cavity until he remained no more. Again, he had awoken from a dream. At first, he’d thought it to be a NIGHTMARE when a younger form of his once young brother had wrapped his hands around Joseph’s throat, squeezing tightly, but now he felt it might have been more a dream. DEATH would have been preferred over this. Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse from screaming, “We must, Aurora.” His eyes met hers, but his gaze wandered to the healed tattoo she’d received years prior. WRATH.

He swallowed hard at the mere thought of his long deceased brother. God had forced his hand and in doing so, he’d forgiven Aurora for her sinful path, which involved the murders of his siblings. After all, whatever was once left of the deputy’s family had perished. For all they knew, it was just them. A new family. “For it may be God’s will that we leave after SEVEN YEARS but alas, we will not survive that long. He has instructed that we travel through the holy chaos to Holland and there we will wait.” To John’s bunker, but he couldn’t just say JOHN SEED. “We can. I know we can.” He reached a pale hand to her. Their supplies were bare and they had already rationed.

@ofwerewolfheart + A flashback thread, ‘The Bunker’

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cvrdtricks

danny  clears  his  throat,   making  quick  work  of  gathering  the  scattered  deck  back  up  from  the  table,   and  slotting  it  together  neatly.      “ here’s  a  little  trick  for  ya, ”    fanning  the  deck  out,   he  offers  it  to  the  other  person.     “ pick  a  card,   and  don’t  show  it  to  me. ”

Joel exhaled a sigh as he looked to the man with the cards in his hands, “You serious?” EVIDENTLY, he was. The older of the two waited until he was ready to take hold of a random card, slipped it from the deck and then glanced at it. “Now what ?”

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xmanaicxgenius

Ed: Did you know that it can take a body eight to twelve years to decompose to a skeleton?

Ed: Fasninating,right?

Joel: For Christ’s sake.

Joel: Why did I give you my number, again?