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probably shouldn't be entering another rp but here I am. Doing the thing. Or considering, at least. But this looks cool.

Lantern

Yeah I was kinda brainstorming on the unconventional thing you said, Mok. Like I was debating having her first attempt to be a rune that activates other people's runes at full power, since oseely was talking about how personal they are and how they don't work as well for other people.

Lantern

Actually I'm torn between arty being downright shit at runes or... Actually having some natural talent for it? Failure is always fun lol but homegirl needs something to rely on. I mean, she's gotten decently far on plain resourcefulness though (and the generosity of others lmao)... Hrmmmmmm....

Anyone have any stray thoughts?

Lantern

oh my god i promise a post is coming… when i have time. and when i decide how badly i want arty to screw up with runes.

xxx

haha don't worry about it, you have nothing to be sorry for~ like you said, real life first.

To be or not to be (Heroes)

Just a heads up I changed trick's dialogue in the last post. Honestly I'm considering changing it again and having her just stay silent.

xxx

Wyatt Everard

Wyatt waited until Arlo had closed the door, giving a little half wave. Cas trilled in excitement at seeing friends, and rolled more frantically back and forth over Wyatt's feet before stopping right atop of them, looking up at her trainer expectantly. He glanced down and gave a nod. The Spheal squeaked again, rolling in a happy circle around him. Then Cas took off, rolling straight at Arlo's Tyrogue. The corner of Wyatt's mouth quirked just a bit, hinting at some expression that wasn't his usual scowl as the two started to play. Then he looked back up at Arlo.

"Probably," he answered, still too loud. "Knowing those two, they're already halfway to the next town." Lio was an incorrigible adventurer and Haven only served as a bad influence. Wyatt knew that they likely wouldn't be going on this adventure at all without those two. And he supposed… a small part of him was thankful for that, if only for the chance to escape his parents – even if it meant following after his brother's shadow. But Arlo was the responsible one. The rational one. The sane one. As far as Wyatt was concerned, it was their job to make sure they stayed alive.

Wyatt followed after Arlo, half-running to keep up with the taller boy's long strides. Before long they came upon the girls at the edge of town, sharing a conspiratorial smile with each other.

Haven Dao

Haven shared a mischievous smile with Lio as Wyatt and Arlo approached, pokemon in tow. She raised her eyebrows at Arlo, ever the stern, responsible one, and met his look with a cheekily innocent batting of her eyelashes. Teasing him was too fun. She looked back down to Lio as she spoke.

"Been ready for weeks, kid," Haven replied, throwing an arm over Lio's shoulder. Haven knew only a year separated them, but it was hard not to treat her little friend like a younger, idolizing sister. With her youthfulness, size, and the joyful curiosity with which she did everything, she made for an endearing companion – easy to like and hard to not want to care for. "Thought I was gonna go grey before someone finally agreed." She threw a glance at Wyatt. The younger boy blinked at her for a moment before realizing she was talking about him.

"Hey!" he shouted, yanking his headphones out of his ears. The kid was gonna go deaf before he was even done with puberty. Vice wiggled his leaves, his own form of laughter. Haven smirked at Wyatt before turning back up to Arlo.

"So," she said, "We ever decide? North or south?" It was hard not to treat the tall boy like he was in charge. He was the biggest, the oldest, a quiet, stable presence in their odd little group. Haven relied on him more often than she cared for. "We wanna go through the cave or the forest?" While there was only one path from Faduli, it forked a mile out. To the north was Ulu Forest, and then Ulu Town. The south lead to Tarrin Cave which let out just before Boken City.

To be or not to be (Heroes)

Lexa was crash landing in her tiny apartment in moments, agitated energy and frustration making her careless and clumsy. She tumbled to the ground with a grunt, legs tangling in the rumpled bedsheets she didn't account for. Frank the doberman just looked up, accustomed to her sudden appearances and disappearances. Lexa tore at the sheet wrapping around her feet, ripping it away at hurling it against the wall. It landed with an unsatisfying thump. Gritting her teeth, Lexa fisted her hands on the ground and got ready to push herself up –

Only for Frank to lumber over and plop himself down across her lap.

Lexa fell back at the weight across her body, barely catching herself on her elbows. Frank laid his head down on the floor, closing his eyes. The fire burning in Lexa's throat was doused suddenly, her old dog's influence bringing her back. With a tired sigh, she let herself fall back, laying flat on the floor of her apartment.

Stupid stupid she was so stupid. How could she not see it was him? He even used the same damn name. And she'd gotten drinks with him, she'd confided in her, like an idiot and then she'd let him get away. Well. She'd actually been the one to run from him. With a disgusted snort she threw her arms over her face, squeezing her eyes shut.

What a shit day. She'd murdered a guy. She'd failed to murder a different guy.

With a sigh she moved her arms and opened her eyes again. Lexa pushed herself back up onto her elbows and looked down at her dog. Good lord she was tired. She began the process of trying to scoot out from under Frank, scratching his head when he made sounds of displeasure. Eventually she was free. Lexa forced herself to her feet.

One shower later, she was no less tired, but at least she was clean. The cuts on her knuckles were already starting to heal. Lexa spent a long moment standing outside the shower, lost in thought. Then, coming to a decision, she pulled her black outfit from where she'd left it in the dryer. Soon enough Trick stood in her apartment, dyed black hair and all.

This was likely the opposite of what she needed. The city was halfway between hating her and being terrified of her. She was an unstable wreck. She was dangerous.

Trick grabbed her katana from where it leaned against the wall and tied the sheath to her belt. Then she disappeared.

It didn't take long for the sound of sirens to draw her attention as she moved through the city. She came upon a wide semi-circle of officers hiding behind the open doors of their cruisers, guns ready and aimed at some old warehouse. Apprehension built in Trick's chest. He was in there. She knew it. Fighting to keep her pulse low, she silently teleported inside through a foggy window and perched on one of the old rafters. She made her way through the building, following a trail of bodies until she found him. Her hand rested at her sword, her thumb pushing the hilt up at the rest of her fingers curled around the sheath.

Down below, Black Jack killed the man he'd been fighting last night. Another man, suited and poised, watched impassively. The officers outside shouted through a loudspeaker for Black Jack to give himself up. Trick's heart was in her throat, her muscles itching for some sort of release.

In the next moment Trick was behind the man, the edge of her sword pressed tightly against his throat.

Her eyes were sharp as she glared at Black Jack, amber flashing gold with anger. Her threat hung like a solid thing in the air between them: she'd steal his vengeance from him.

Trick honestly didn't know if she was bluffing or not.

While she watched Black Jack, her attention didn't waver from the man she held at sword-point. Her muscles were coiled and still, taught like a bowstring and ready to react. She wouldn't be caught unawares again.

xxx

Thanks for being so understanding. I should be alive again sometime today or tomorrow. Sorry for being so blahhhh

Lantern

Hey sorry for disappearing. Post should be up in the next couple days.