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1 mo ago
Current Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown
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1 mo ago
I'd like to think I've matured with age but then on weekends I watch cartoons and eat too much sugar cereal in my pajamas so if anything I've stayed the same.
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1 yr ago
I've watched the trailer for The Marvels a dozen times already you can't stop me I've needed this this is my heroin and my herione. Wordplay.
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1 yr ago
How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, Seabiscuit
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1 yr ago
If there's anything that brings this community together it is dunking on people who bring their own shit onto themselves. It's like schadenfreude!
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Look, I got lost on the way to getting some jajangmyeon and it'd be foolish to leave now.

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I would totes love to be a GCPD type.

Down for that

Head up to the staff peeps here but I'm droppin like double profiles in the coming days. That's all. Back to my hole I go.
I know your thread says closed and such but what the heck is the harm in expressing interest just in case it opens up at some point? Just like to say that the City Slicker (V1 or V2, it's both good) and the Historical Encounter got me going like "yeah this is right up the alley of things I am way into and down for"

So y'know...just putting it out there for da future and such.

Also there are the rules again, shoulda sent a PM but sometimes you just like...forget
Hopefully that's just vague enough to be decent! I wasn't sure if the culprit should be known just yet (you know...for mystery!) so I left it ambiguous and open to discovery. I erred on the side of mystery!
There was Clark, underselling things again; she would have laughed were the situation not as dire as it was. When the heat vision cauterized her wounds, she was able to withstand it. After what she had been through, a little heat was like a scratch...albeit a scratch that still stung deep. Sometimes it was good to know someone with heat vision and human decency. The water helped, though she did take healthy sips she was not shy about splashing a few sprinkles on her face; her hope was that it could all be some sort of nightmare, but it served a different purpose in helping her calm down. She hated being like this. So...panicked and vulnerable...but she was stronger than that. It took strength to leave...all of that behind.

"It...it was terrible. It happened so...suddenly..." Diana began to recall, her voice frought with concern mixed with guilt and anger in equal measure. She started honestly, how it was a normal enough day among the Amazonians. The training grounds echoing with clashes of steel. Casual strolls around the gardens. Discussions of art. Typical. It was a scout who warned Diana. The scout was exhausted, out of breath, only managing to stammer out 'Help...' before collapsing with a scar down her back. The warning came as fast as it could...but it wasn't fast enough to stop what followed.

"There have been attacks on Themyscira before," Diana sighed out as she paused to swallow another sip of water, "Attempts, rather. But this was different. This was...coordinated." She continued to describe what she witnessed. The attackers seemed to appear from nowhere and they struck with a brutal efficiency. That so many Amazons fell so easily to what appeared to be normal, aleit well trained, attackers raised concern but in the moment Diana couldn't worry exclusively about who or what was responsible. She had to fight back. She had to defend her home.

Diana began to recount details of the battle that followed. How the attackers used bladed weapons and swift movements, gaining the upper hand through deceptive tactics. In a straight fight, even the newest Amazon would put up a fight but the way they fell...it was like a warm knife through butter. "It didn't make sense...it was as if...it felt like how you look around...you know what." was how Diana explained it, how for the first time the blade in her hand as she clashed with an attacker felt heavy. How hew swing felt sluggish. How when an attacker struck her back, it hurt. Badly.

The fight was lost as soon as it began, but defeat was not a pill easily swallowed. Diana knew that staying there, fighting them, wouldn't end well. "So I knew I had...to call for aid...but..." Diana shook her head. Leaving still bothered her. How many of her sisters were suffering more because of her retreat? She wasn't running away...but why did it feel like she was?

"These people were trained. They hit us hard. Fast. There has to be something else at play here...please, Clark...help me save my sisters."
Either one works for me, I can give an explanation either way - one would just be through dialog and one would be through description. It's your call!
Oh I didn't even see this OOC was up. My bad. I expressed interest earlier
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