Blazion

HEROIC

The campfire they're actually sitting around is Wraith.

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One day we're all going to end up sitting around a campfire just enjoying each other's company and it's going to be really symbolic about how we healed from our traumas that were represented by fire. It's gonna be real pretty. Tidus from FFX might make an appearance.

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Admittedly, Zoey thought long and hard about making Sean Henry lose a tooth. Maybe two. Maybe the whole set and proper function of his eyelids for a bit. Ultimately, with the address of the odd ceramics factory in hand she held off. If the lead proved hot then as long as that little metal prong was stuck in Sean’s phone she had a useful in - even though she was still not completely certain of his role in the whole endeavor, and certainly wanted to break his spindly little ankles for using the hospital to do it.

Still, hopefully this would clear things up a bit.

A couple of the black drones that heralded Grim circled the top of the ceramics factory, parallel to crows congregating on a wolf’s prey. They stayed high, blending into the inky blackness of the sky and the suffocating light pollution that strangled out the starlight, streaming to Grim what lay below. In truth there didn’t seem to be much going on for the factory - it seemed to not even be in use. Dishevelled, broken, not even someone scrounging around looking for a place to squat. There was, however, a van. A van that-

What was that?

Grim paused, having been hunkered down blending into the closest building’s shadows. There was a loud movement of something in the factory rattling, metal on metal - something fell?

Something opened?

It was quite different from the near silence that had been going on before, either way. A clear sign of something on the wind changing. Then again, quieter, with a slight movement from the back of the truck. Grim was just inputting the command for one of the crows to get closer when a new sound cracked the air, and without a moment of hesitation the shadowmancer dropped into the darkness at their feet and went straight towards the gunshots.

The lack of upkeep in and around the ceramics factory provided ample places for Grim to disappear and reappear through, ending up doing repeated shifts until finally emerging upside down from the ceiling, clinging to one of the beams to survey the situation. There was a group of men shooting towards the back of the truck - no, towards someone. Someone who juggernaut’d forwards despite being riddled with bullets, eventually taking a gun and -

Oh it was Wraith.

Should’ve guessed after the previous night, but that particular brand of violence was all him. Still, even if he could take all that damage and keep kicking it wasn’t very sporting to let him experience all the - wait, could he experience pain? Was it just force and pressure to him?

Questions for later.

Grim crawled back into the darkness of the ceiling, only for his arms to appear underneath the man furthest away. Gloved hands grabbed onto their ankles and yanked, sending him crashing forwards onto the floor. The gun he was holding disappeared into his own shadow, just to be ejected from the ceiling - falling a good amount of distance to clock another over the head.

Oops. He was aiming for the arms to knock the weapon out of his hands. Grim really hoped he didn’t just kill someone.

“We really have to stop meeting up like this - there’s already enough rumors about us on HeroWatch!” Grim’s voice once more boomed, almost coming from above for the first part, and then ground level for the second with some theatrical juggling of the shadow portals he controlled. Unfortunately, the loud mouthed hero was not nearly as bullet tolerant as Wraith, and kevlar only got you so far. It had Grim ping ponging around in the shadows - the first man he had grabbed went to kick away only to half-sink into his shadow, screaming, before popping out like an inflated balloon held underwater. He flipped, but ended up on his back with his hands sporting new friendship bracelet zip ties.

Grim emerged from the wall, throwing a right hook despite not being near anyone. A dark fist the size of a man’s head instead followed the motion, emerging from a shadowed wall and clocking another man straight into the side of his head. A left uppercut followed, smashing another man in his - ooo, that had to hurt. Grim really needed to aim better.

A bullet slammed into the hero’s shoulder, sending them to the floor with the force - where he disappeared. The one who shot Grim immediately went aiming for his feet - only for the masked man to launch from the wall like a shark attack. He tackled the gunman, and they both disappeared into the floor.

The gunman being ejected at speed into a metal beam was definitely not personal.

“Fuck.” Grim stepped out near the truck, having not seen the contents yet and instead using cover to gingerly check on his shoulder. Kevlar did its job at least, but that was going to bruise tomorrow.

“You never take me anywhere nice, Wraith!”

HEROIC

Good posts. I'll get one up by the end of tomorrow night!

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(bouncer took her mask off inside)

@druidquest

The mask gained sentience and thp'd its way back on.

HEROIC

I do not since I figured the other two might be making one, but I can work on it!

HEROIC

It's probs just a particularly annoying sinus infection, but it still sucks. But hey, now I have the deep, sultry voice of a chainsmoker who gargles nails on the side

@ThisIsFine

I've never been more attracted to a person via text.

Going Viral: A Digimon RP

Heya! Hope you don't mind questions being posted before being accepted. I was wondering two things: one, do you mind fiddling with a digimon's evolution line if it makes sense? For example, having Agumon digivolve into another dinosaur even if normally doesn't.

Two, you mentioned there'll be 'other social media apps/celebrities/influencers that are known of and about'. Does this mean despite Digimon not being part of other media, people do know of them? Further, this means each of us has a known online presence involving them, right?

Thanks, I didn't want to assume too much so figured it wouldn't hurt to clarify!

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’Don’t tell the gods I left a mess, I can’t undo what has been done.’

Fingers drummed against the shoddy metal desk beneath them, chipped and chewed nails clacking idly. The equally chipped wooden clipboard beside them moved slightly from the vibrations, or maybe just from how flimsy the desk was beneath it.

’What if I’m the only hero left? You better fire off your gun.’

Finally the hand stopped and a heavy sigh fluttered the ends of the paper, before the other hand brought its pen around and began to fill out the boxes on the lower half of the page. The top was already filled out. Name, age, sex - all the easy information. Even the marks and wounds section was mostly filled out.

’We are the heroes of our time… but we’re dancing with the demons in our minds. Hero-o-oes!’

Probable cause of death. Now that was a bit more tricky, since no one should be looking too closely…

“Mr. Henry!” The earbud was pulled out of the gaunt man’s ear by the wire, causing him to jump. He cursed as his knee hit the bottom of the desk, knocking half the contents over - including his phone, which clattered to the floor, ripping the other earbud out. At the moment he didn’t care about that, since Sean was shooting to his feet in a ramrod straight posture, eyes wide and panicked.

“Uh, Mister Anderson! Uh, I was just, filling out some paperwork-” The much more put-together man before him just narrowed his eyes, and Sean could almost see the ban on any electronic devices already being passed down to the morgue. Sean didn’t dare turn his gaze away, but as the seconds ticked by he couldn’t help but swallow nervously, adam’s apple bobbing visibly.

“Oh, your earbuds broke.” Sean’s eyes shot over to the other person in the room he didn’t have the nerve to look at before, not with the Head of HR having caught him in such a position. It was a very tall redheaded woman, dressed… nicely? He guessed? It wasn’t workplace appropriate, but she wasn’t crying and covered in smudged make up so he had no idea why she was in the morgue.

But more importantly she was holding his phone in one hand, earbuds in the other - frowning as she looked at the end of said earbuds, the metal of the jack snapped clean off and no where to be found. Sean couldn’t help but groan, raising his hands to run down his face. He had just bought that - crap, did he get the warranty?

“Here, I’ll pay for it.”

“Miss Kasimir, that’s not necessary. He shouldn’t have been-”

“No, I insist.” The woman flashed Sean a small smile, handing him the phone before reaching into her purse. Before his mouth could reconnect to his brain to say something - anything - she had pulled out a wallet and he nearly choked on his own spit seeing the contents.

Who walks around with that much money on them? Who even walks around with money anymore?!

“After all, if I wasn’t getting the tour we wouldn’t have interrupted.” She laughed as she held out a hundred dollar bill as if it was nothing. As if that was an appropriate replacement for his shitty dollar store earbuds. Sean made a very intelligent ‘uh’ and took the bill.

“... Tour?” He finally managed to say, prompting Mister Anderson to sigh deeply.

“Miss Kasimir is touring her hospital on a good will project.”

“Yes! I wanted to check out the morgue first, I know it’s not a very glamorous job but what you do is important.”

“Uh, thanks.” Sean rubbed one arm with the other, having stored both his phone and the money into a pocket. Her hospital, huh? And he was caught listening to music. The haggard man glanced around, wondering why they had to pick when his boss was gone. He would be much better suited to this. “I guess I can show you some of what I do?”

“That’d be wonderful!”

Sean merely nodded, turning and gesturing to them to follow him. He moved passed the initial office and towards where the stiffs were kept - the compartment doors lining the wall.

“So, uh, this is where they’re all kept until they’re ready for transport. Once we’re, you know, done with them. And the family decides where they go. Uh, or the government, in some cases? We mark them with tags on the toes with all the info-” He reached up, grasping onto the handle of one of the compartments.

“Wait, wait, wait-” Sean stopped, turning to look to his two guests. Anderson was hanging back, but the Kasimir broad was close and didn’t seem to be doing too good. “All these compartments have… dead bodies in them?” The man paused, before laughing weakly.

“Uh, yeah. It’s a morgue.” She didn’t look too good after that, taking a step back.

“Yeah, yeah of course! I just wasn’t expecting … so many. Um. And they’re like…?” He waited, but she didn’t seem to be keen on finishing her sentence. Finally Anderson cleared his throat and stepped up.

“Perhaps we can come back later, when Ivan is back? He’s in charge, after all.” The woman looked relieved, nodding rapidly.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Thank you anyway, Mister…?”

Sean blinked, then started as he realized she was asking for his name.

“Sean.” Anderson cleared his throat and glared pointedly. “Uh, Sean Henry.”

“Wonderful to meet you, Sean. I’ll see you at a later time then!”

Considering how quickly she retreated, Sean doubted it. He escorted the two back to the doors of the morgue, breathing a sigh of relief once they were gone. He flopped back into his desk, groaning. What a fucking day. After a moment Sean pulled his earbuds out, frowning at the end of the jack. No more music today for him.

… Aw shit, was the end stuck in his phone?

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“Thank you again for your time today, Mister Anderson. I really appreciate it.”

“Not a problem Miss Kasimir. If you ever desire another tour, or need help with your project, please feel free to contact myself or Wilson again.”

“Of course! I’ll let you get back to your work now, though!” The door of the limo was closed behind her as Zoey slid into the back seat. Instantly her muscles relaxed, and in a flurry she ripped open of her laptops stored in the limo. It had been a couple hours since the beginning of her tour in the morgue, and by now she should have a plethora of information.

The phone connected to her home computer, feeding a copy of all the information contained within Sean Henry’s, via a little metal prong jammed into the earphone jack. The actual tip of the earbuds was discarded a few floors up and halfway across the hospital.

The little device was costly, but worth it in this moment as Sean’s history opened to her.

Most of note was the history of his phone’s GPS. Zoey knew where he lived already, and this address wasn’t it. A quick search of the internet revealed the location - a ceramics factory.

Strange. A frown crossed Zoey’s face, and she quickly opened a new tab. A brief stalk through Sean’s socials didn’t reveal anything to do with ceramics. Even with his recent influx of money he used to buy increasingly nice things - and subsequently brag about them as though to cover up what little else he had to post about - he didn’t seem to be taking up a new hobby.

Considering how cool the trail was, it was a good a place as any to go sniffing around.

HEROIC

hello 911 someone i role play with on the internet has covid and says they need help. No not erotic roleplay. It's like a multiplayer novel. Uh huh. ThisIsFine. No, their name--