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9 yrs ago
Current Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.

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I'd be down for a time skip, the question is how long into the future should it be? Also, would Orb weaver be successful in his mission or not?
Jacque sucked in a sharp breath as he jumped back to avoid the ent's, made all the more deadly by the flames that engulfed it's body thanks to Ze. He nearly slipped in the muck, but years of training on nearly every terrain manageable help him remain standing. The ranger lunged forward, his movement was still hampered by the muck, but not enough to stop him from slashing at the ent's knee. Once more he jumped away, thanking the nature gods for his heightened agility as another swing from the wooden beast nearly took his head off. His landing was less than graceful, as he sank partially in the muck, still he could see that his blow had at least left a mark, as evidenced by the long stream of sap that poured from the cut he'd left.
Dimitri looked at Ryan with an expression somewhere between perplexity and fascination, one of his brows raised slightly at the calculations, "You ah...you do that often?" he inquired. The answer to his question would have to wait however as it seemed as though Molly was cognizant enough to voice her complaints and ask for a cloth, "Right, right, hang on.". The cyborg soaked the cloths in some warm water and wrung them out a bit, being careful to avoid submerging his damaged wrist in the sink, lest he cause even further damage. As he walked back over with the cloths, his eyebrow shot up again as he looked to her extended hand, then at her face, "Yeah, nah. The nurse said for you t'keep still." he said as he flicked her hand back onto the bed and gently pressed the cloth over her eye. As gently as he could, the cyborg wiped away some of the blood just as the nurse returned with the supplies she needed. Now it was the nurse's turn to raise her brow as she shooed Dimitri away and began to clean her face with the cloth, "I get that you're trying to help and all son, but please leave this to the people certified to do the job.". Dimitri didn't argue as he stepped back, only took a seat in a chair near the cot. The nurse moved with the speed and precision of a veteran, wiping away the blood on Molly's face and raising her head gently to clean away the dried blood and matted hair that obscured the injury. Dimitri peeked over the older woman's shoulder and winced as he saw the gash, "You sure you don't need any help?", "Fine, if you're that eager to do something, pass me the gauze and scissors.". Dimitri obeyed without question, watching intently as the nurse lightly patted the wound and cut away some of the hair. Despite his guilt, Dimitri couldn't help but admit that this was actually pretty fascinating to watch, at least from a scientific standpoint.
Orb weaver could sort understand why John was curious about who the money was for, after all, it payed to be cautious when working for certain parties, "That, my telepathically endowed friend, would be one Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, of Gotham City. I think you might know him better as The Penguin. So, I guess you can see why i'm so keen on not failing this." Orb weaver stated, letting the name of his client hang in the air. Sensing a possible question as to why Cobblepot would want what was basically petty change for him, Orb weaver cleared his throat a bit, "If you're wondering why the guy wants this cash, I don't know. Maybe he has something planned that he doesn't want his bank accounts tied to, but I don't want to know. I don't make it my business to find out what my clients do with their cash, however he's be fairly straight up with me in the past. The testament to that being the fact that i'm standing here. He's quite the gentleman, really.".
Orb weaver placed his hand over his heart as John entered and gave his ultimatum to Sarah and Warren, " Aw, you came all this way to save lil ol' me? I'm touched.". Orb weaver once more returned his attention to Sarah as she explained why she'd saved him, perplexed by her reasoning, So...you've potentially lost the trust of your team, a team of super powered beings I might add, and committed a crime by aiding and abetting a criminal because you didn't want to see me locked up? You know what, i'm not even going to question it. Gift horse." he stated as he watched Warren out of the corner of his eye. The cogs began to spin once more in Orb weaver's head as he realized he had a chance to get his job done and save his reputation. "I'm afraid i'm not familiar with your name, but what i'm hearing right now is that you'll help me get the money back for a cut." Orb weaver purred. Orb weaver knew he'd lose out on his actual pay, but with the money in his bag, losing out on the money he'd received for mission completion would be a less staggering blow, that aside, he was more worried about his reputation than he was on money. Shifting back into "work mode", Orb weaver clapped his hands, "Ok, I think i've got a way to ensure everyone gets what they want. How about, the both of you help me get this loot to my drop point, and I split the pay I was to receive between the two of you?". He turned back to Sarah to allow them to mull the deal over a bit, "You can get in on this heist too if you want. I'm sure I can weasel a bit more cash out of my employer seeing as the team he gave me to work with couldn't get the job done. I can give you a cut too as a way to say thanks.".
Orb weaver didn't really know what to make of it; one second he'd been wracking his brain trying to think of a way to avoid being captured, and the next, he was standing in an empty building with one of the heroes that had tried to stop him asking for him not to shoot. The criminal backed away from her a few steps, but kept his gun to the ground, "What on earth are you doing? Aren't you one of them?". His question would have to wait as someone else -another super Orb weaver wagered- made himself known with a bit more flourish than Orb weaver was comfortable with, what's more, from the sound of things he'd witnessed the heist and was unimpressed with Orb weaver's performance. Orb weaver clucked his tongue with annoyance, but remained calm outside of that, "About five hundred grand. Plus whatever you can carry on your own, usually." he retorted in a matter of fact tone. Orb weaver returned his gun to his coat, then placed his hands on his hips, "So, what's this supposed to be, huh? What, were you two working the team until you could get away with a robbery or something? A waste of an infiltration if that's the case." he said with a hint of mirth in his tone.
Apologies for my disappearance, i'll have a post up shortly.
Hey guys, I've been bed ridden for days. Catch me up?
Long story short, Orb weaver attempted a bank heist, got intercepted by Young justice, and was saved by guardian angel and is now interacting with her and Garrett's character.
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Apologies, I fixed it accordingly. My brain goes to strange places sometimes.
Apologies for my disappearance, i'll have a post up shortly.
Hey guys, I've been bed ridden for days. Catch me up?
Long story short, Orb weaver attempted a bank heist, got intercepted by Young justice, and was saved by guardian angel and is now interacting with her and Garrisson's character.
Orb weaver all but hissed in aggravation as he started to turn to aim at Guardian Angel, however a series of soft pops grabbed his attention. Out of the corner of his eye Orb weaver saw a series of sharp looking projectiles gunning for him, eliciting a movement born from several years of martial arts training. He threw a bit more of his weight into his turn, resulting in a less than graceful spin that threw him on his rear. Fate smiled on Orb weaver in that moment, allowing him to narrowly avoid the quills at the cost of his hat, which flew down the hall of the bank with the quills. Orb weaver let out a shaky breath of relief and scrambled back to his feet. This time Orb weaver did not raise his gun, rather he kept it clutched tightly in his hand as he glared at the team. The tension in the air was palpable as his mind raced to find a way out of his predicament.
Oops, sorry for editing my post there T2.
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