My pulse is weak but it's there. Lots of craziness in my life right now. I might have free time tonight or tomorrow to write. Monday at the latest
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The sharp note in Jack's voice gave Lexa pause. She looked at him when she realized what it was: panic. Jack was scared. She'd never seen him scared before.
Before she could process this, a cartoonish man had Jack in a headlock, the card pressing into the skin of his throat.
Jack yelled at her to run. But she didn't hear him. Not really. Because running without him – leaving him to this man, for whatever reason wasn't an option. Just like letting him die hadn't been an option two weeks ago.
Lexa steeled herself, muscles tense, ready to react.
"You can drop him or I can separate your top half from your bottom."
Before she could process this, a cartoonish man had Jack in a headlock, the card pressing into the skin of his throat.
Jack yelled at her to run. But she didn't hear him. Not really. Because running without him – leaving him to this man, for whatever reason wasn't an option. Just like letting him die hadn't been an option two weeks ago.
Lexa steeled herself, muscles tense, ready to react.
"You can drop him or I can separate your top half from your bottom."
Lexa didn't need to be told twice. In a swift move she knelt down, grabbing the gun in one hand and Jack's arm in the other. She took off, weaving through the frantic crowd to a now abandoned stall of potted flowers. Lexa ducked under it, eyes aimed skyward. Once they were fully under the table and out of sight of the crowd they snapped out of existence.
Lexa and Jack reappeared an instant later on the roof of a building. If they were being targeted they needed to stay away from anyone that might get hurt. She threw the gun down on the flat roof with a clatter.
"No-killing rule is suspended. Civilians are off limits." Her words were short and clipped as her eyes scanned the area. She was tired of being hunted. What happened to the good old days when she just showed up to a crime scene and kicked ass?
Christ, her life had gotten odd if those were the good old days.
Lexa was regretting leaving her sword at home. (What was she supposed to do? Bring it to a farmer's market?) But at least she still had two blackbelts, superpowers, and a semi-reformed homicidal madman on her side. Considering her latest foes, that apparently wasn't anything special. But at least it evened the playing field a bit.
Her eyes flashed gold when they landed on a figure on a far roof. Found you. It seemed they'd been found, too. The figure's arm cocked back and released, sending something small and razor sharp flying towards them. Lexa, still holding Jack's arm, teleported them to another roof, a stone structure between them and the assailant.
"You wanna tell me what this one does?" Lexa really wasn't interested in a rerun of the last fight she'd had with Jack's card buddies.
Lexa and Jack reappeared an instant later on the roof of a building. If they were being targeted they needed to stay away from anyone that might get hurt. She threw the gun down on the flat roof with a clatter.
"No-killing rule is suspended. Civilians are off limits." Her words were short and clipped as her eyes scanned the area. She was tired of being hunted. What happened to the good old days when she just showed up to a crime scene and kicked ass?
Christ, her life had gotten odd if those were the good old days.
Lexa was regretting leaving her sword at home. (What was she supposed to do? Bring it to a farmer's market?) But at least she still had two blackbelts, superpowers, and a semi-reformed homicidal madman on her side. Considering her latest foes, that apparently wasn't anything special. But at least it evened the playing field a bit.
Her eyes flashed gold when they landed on a figure on a far roof. Found you. It seemed they'd been found, too. The figure's arm cocked back and released, sending something small and razor sharp flying towards them. Lexa, still holding Jack's arm, teleported them to another roof, a stone structure between them and the assailant.
"You wanna tell me what this one does?" Lexa really wasn't interested in a rerun of the last fight she'd had with Jack's card buddies.
Lexa didn't look at him as she picked up small box of strawberries. Her dog liked strawberries. She should get him some.
(She really shouldn't with their limited funds, but Lexa's biggest weakness was for her dog.)
"Still here, aren't I?" She spoke with her usual dryness, but there was a soft humor to her voice that betrayed her ease. They'd settled into an odd sort of comfort – an intimacy, almost. Jack could be a handful, but no more than any other eccentric roommate. He didn't make any moves on her, he didn't mess with her stuff, he was good to her dog, and he wasn't committing any felonies. All in all, a stunning improvement.
She put the strawberries in the basket and handed a few bills to the seller before moving on, Jack at her side.
The revelation that she was… that she came from the same place that he did… well, Lexa couldn't say she was comfortable with it yet. It was like a puzzle piece she'd been missing her entire life had finally been put into place, but the picture it formed was something she didn't know if she could stomach. She'd been a science experiment. Manipulated and tortured and then hidden away.
She hadn't told Jack yet. She didn't know if she ever would. But there was a surprising comfort in knowing that there was someone like her. Someone connected to her past, as gruesome as it apparently was. Even if that someone was a wanted criminal.
Well. He was trying.
"Keep it up and who knows, maybe–"
Her quip was cut off by the feeling of something metallic and round pressed into her spine. Lexa froze.
"Hello there, darlings." A greasy voice murmured in her ear. Long fingers curled over her shoulder. Lexa stood frozen in the middle of the walkway, gun still against her back.
Well, shit.
"Bit of a snoozetown, in'nit? I really don't see the appeal of shackin' up here. But I guess you won't be for much longer, ay? You've got an appointment scheduled for this afternoon."
Lexa had really hoped this hideout would've lasted longer than two goddamn weeks. Her eyes were trained straight ahead, looking at the family standing in front of her. If she teleported away, they got shot. She teleported with him, she got shot in the spine and revealed herself in front of this market. She turned and fought, more people likely got caught in the crossfire. All her options were too messy to be worth it.
Goddamn farmers markets. Why were they always so crowded?
Her eyes flicked up to Jack.
"Don't," came a simple command.
(She really shouldn't with their limited funds, but Lexa's biggest weakness was for her dog.)
"Still here, aren't I?" She spoke with her usual dryness, but there was a soft humor to her voice that betrayed her ease. They'd settled into an odd sort of comfort – an intimacy, almost. Jack could be a handful, but no more than any other eccentric roommate. He didn't make any moves on her, he didn't mess with her stuff, he was good to her dog, and he wasn't committing any felonies. All in all, a stunning improvement.
She put the strawberries in the basket and handed a few bills to the seller before moving on, Jack at her side.
The revelation that she was… that she came from the same place that he did… well, Lexa couldn't say she was comfortable with it yet. It was like a puzzle piece she'd been missing her entire life had finally been put into place, but the picture it formed was something she didn't know if she could stomach. She'd been a science experiment. Manipulated and tortured and then hidden away.
She hadn't told Jack yet. She didn't know if she ever would. But there was a surprising comfort in knowing that there was someone like her. Someone connected to her past, as gruesome as it apparently was. Even if that someone was a wanted criminal.
Well. He was trying.
"Keep it up and who knows, maybe–"
Her quip was cut off by the feeling of something metallic and round pressed into her spine. Lexa froze.
"Hello there, darlings." A greasy voice murmured in her ear. Long fingers curled over her shoulder. Lexa stood frozen in the middle of the walkway, gun still against her back.
Well, shit.
"Bit of a snoozetown, in'nit? I really don't see the appeal of shackin' up here. But I guess you won't be for much longer, ay? You've got an appointment scheduled for this afternoon."
Lexa had really hoped this hideout would've lasted longer than two goddamn weeks. Her eyes were trained straight ahead, looking at the family standing in front of her. If she teleported away, they got shot. She teleported with him, she got shot in the spine and revealed herself in front of this market. She turned and fought, more people likely got caught in the crossfire. All her options were too messy to be worth it.
Goddamn farmers markets. Why were they always so crowded?
Her eyes flicked up to Jack.
"Don't," came a simple command.
i'll eventually get to work on a post.
and i know that he's the ex-champion but these abilities seem… kinda op
and i know that he's the ex-champion but these abilities seem… kinda op
Meryn crept out from her hiding place, eyes still trained on the three people hunting her as their dreams grew farther away. She slipped off the mask when the old man read what was on the mysterious letter.
She only understood the first part. The 'eyes' and the 'silent one'? Easy enough to guess. But that had already happened – Meryn already had the mask. This 'prophet' sounded a lot more like a 'town cryer' as far as Meryn was concerned. She had no idea what the rest meant. Something about a rogue and murdering children.
Meryn decided she hated this town. Though, she supposed it wouldn't be a town much longer. What with everyone dying of a magical plague, and all. Meryn dropped the mask on the cluttered desk and brought her hands up to rub over her face. She dropped them and looked up to meet the old man's eyes. Unsure of what else to do, she gave a small, thankful nod.
She had no idea where the man had gone. Or why she was being hunted. Her best guess was they blamed her for bringing the plague. Or they hated outsiders. Trying to kill her on sight was kind of extreme, but the guards that had brought her in had also threatened to shoot her when she couldn't say her name.
No wonder the people were so eager for a revolution.
Meryn let out a breath and started wandering around the room, eyes tracing the rows upon rows of books. She needed to get moving, she knew. The old man had bought her some time, but who knew when they'd circle back or if there was anyone else looking for her. But she was too exhausted to muster up a sense of urgency. Too sore and dirty. An unfortunate feeling from her childhood that she'd managed to wash off in recent years. Well, it seemed to fit like a glove after all this time.
Meandering to the desk, she glanced over it. It was a mess of loose papers and ink, scattered pens, Spook's mask, some sort of shiny assortment of rocks, runes… but Meryn blinked at what was under it: an expanse of green, the outlines of trees, and a brown square with the word Cogswall written in small, neat lettering.
A map.
Memories of the voice echoed again in her mind: North.
Meryn began pushing papers and books aside trying to see the map in full.
There, to the East of Cogswall was the forest. And just on the other side, a small circle.
Enn.
Meryn's fingers drifted over the name. Home. Less than a day's travel away, but it felt like an eternity. How had this town been so close to Enn all along and they'd never even known? All this time, Enn had felt like a world unto itself, alone and adrift in space. But here was another world, teeming with life, so close to home but so achingly far.
Cogswall was doomed. Meryn couldn't fix that. But there was still hope for Enn. She just had to go North.
Meryn found Cogswall on the map again and traced a line northward with her eyes.
She only understood the first part. The 'eyes' and the 'silent one'? Easy enough to guess. But that had already happened – Meryn already had the mask. This 'prophet' sounded a lot more like a 'town cryer' as far as Meryn was concerned. She had no idea what the rest meant. Something about a rogue and murdering children.
Meryn decided she hated this town. Though, she supposed it wouldn't be a town much longer. What with everyone dying of a magical plague, and all. Meryn dropped the mask on the cluttered desk and brought her hands up to rub over her face. She dropped them and looked up to meet the old man's eyes. Unsure of what else to do, she gave a small, thankful nod.
She had no idea where the man had gone. Or why she was being hunted. Her best guess was they blamed her for bringing the plague. Or they hated outsiders. Trying to kill her on sight was kind of extreme, but the guards that had brought her in had also threatened to shoot her when she couldn't say her name.
No wonder the people were so eager for a revolution.
Meryn let out a breath and started wandering around the room, eyes tracing the rows upon rows of books. She needed to get moving, she knew. The old man had bought her some time, but who knew when they'd circle back or if there was anyone else looking for her. But she was too exhausted to muster up a sense of urgency. Too sore and dirty. An unfortunate feeling from her childhood that she'd managed to wash off in recent years. Well, it seemed to fit like a glove after all this time.
Meandering to the desk, she glanced over it. It was a mess of loose papers and ink, scattered pens, Spook's mask, some sort of shiny assortment of rocks, runes… but Meryn blinked at what was under it: an expanse of green, the outlines of trees, and a brown square with the word Cogswall written in small, neat lettering.
A map.
Memories of the voice echoed again in her mind: North.
Meryn began pushing papers and books aside trying to see the map in full.
There, to the East of Cogswall was the forest. And just on the other side, a small circle.
Enn.
Meryn's fingers drifted over the name. Home. Less than a day's travel away, but it felt like an eternity. How had this town been so close to Enn all along and they'd never even known? All this time, Enn had felt like a world unto itself, alone and adrift in space. But here was another world, teeming with life, so close to home but so achingly far.
Cogswall was doomed. Meryn couldn't fix that. But there was still hope for Enn. She just had to go North.
Meryn found Cogswall on the map again and traced a line northward with her eyes.
PYYYUUUUUUUUUMF
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nevermind today goddamn sucked i'm free all day tomorrow i'll have something up in the next 24 hours
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nevermind today goddamn sucked i'm free all day tomorrow i'll have something up in the next 24 hours
BRAMF
IM ALMOST DONE WITH FINALS IM WRITING THE POST TODAY AND TOMORROW
IM ALMOST DONE WITH FINALS IM WRITING THE POST TODAY AND TOMORROW
@Phoenix looks good! i'm game for a collab
The scene was… definitely not what Haven had expected. The explosion was obviously no accident – not when people were fighting so viciously at its epicenter. Forrest was there. The way he moved, strong and ruthless, stilled her. It made her glad she'd been unconscious by the time he'd arrived to save her the previous night.
Then he went down.
"Shit." Haven, against all rational thought, ran into the fray. Forrest wasn't getting up. She skidded to his side, bending down near his face. His eyes were cracked open, blinking sluggishly. Haven's hands fluttered above him, wanting to help but not knowing how. There was another explosion too close to her. Haven let out a short scream, caught off guard. Heat drifted over her, flushing her skin. She looked back down at Forrest.
"C'mon, you need to get up!" She punctuated this with a slap to his cheek. His eyes seemed to blink more rapidly, but all that escaped him was a groan. Letting out a frustrated sound, Haven looked around at the chaos surrounding her. No one was paying them any mind, too caught up with the fighters still standing.
Until someone did notice them.
A man, red faced and sweating, paused to look at the scene. Then a smile curled his lips, taunting and vicious. Haven's blood froze.
"Well, loo–"
Dagger had pounced on him. As the Granbull mauled the man, Haven turned her attention back to Forrest.
"Help me!" she shouted at Cloak, grabbing Forrest's shoulder. Following her lead, Cloak grabbed the other, and they started the process of dragging him to the outskirts of the battle. Forrest should've been named Boulder. The man was a brick and Haven strained to move him more than a few inches at a time.
"Y'know, I'm really not enjoying this role-reversal," she muttered through her teeth.
Then he went down.
"Shit." Haven, against all rational thought, ran into the fray. Forrest wasn't getting up. She skidded to his side, bending down near his face. His eyes were cracked open, blinking sluggishly. Haven's hands fluttered above him, wanting to help but not knowing how. There was another explosion too close to her. Haven let out a short scream, caught off guard. Heat drifted over her, flushing her skin. She looked back down at Forrest.
"C'mon, you need to get up!" She punctuated this with a slap to his cheek. His eyes seemed to blink more rapidly, but all that escaped him was a groan. Letting out a frustrated sound, Haven looked around at the chaos surrounding her. No one was paying them any mind, too caught up with the fighters still standing.
Until someone did notice them.
A man, red faced and sweating, paused to look at the scene. Then a smile curled his lips, taunting and vicious. Haven's blood froze.
"Well, loo–"
Dagger had pounced on him. As the Granbull mauled the man, Haven turned her attention back to Forrest.
"Help me!" she shouted at Cloak, grabbing Forrest's shoulder. Following her lead, Cloak grabbed the other, and they started the process of dragging him to the outskirts of the battle. Forrest should've been named Boulder. The man was a brick and Haven strained to move him more than a few inches at a time.
"Y'know, I'm really not enjoying this role-reversal," she muttered through her teeth.
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