murdoc

Salem Witches' Institute

@murdoc Yepp, still accepting. Could use a Warren or a Tituba

@lovely complex

Sweet, I'll be working on a Warren. :D

Salem Witches' Institute

Still accepting? Maybe? :0

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Abel Koeman

Location: Barracks Lounge → Armory
Interacting With: Romulus, Theseus, Heracles, and others in the Armory

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“Mm. Keen observation.” Abel hummed, offering up a bland agreement, as if he took Rucks’ words at face value. While it might’ve been hard to believe, Abel did have a sense of humour, though it only seemed to surface in the strangest situations. Besides, Rucks’ teasing was something he’d long since gotten used to… not like he’d had much choice in the matter. “In Russia, love is a liability - weakness. And the weak don’t survive the winter.”

Abel expected the mission to go smoothly, but even then, he was prepared to be met with violence. The mark was sure to have his own, private force of bodyguards, and he highly doubted that they’d just let him make off with the package and information on their hideout. Still, like Rucks said; it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Getting things done in as straightforward a way as possible was his specialty. Talking things out, on the other hand, was the part he had trouble with, and he thought it wise to make the next, jibing comment before they got within earshot of their Parisian compatriot.

“They’re French. How hard could it be?” He punctuated the sentence with a derisory snort, without looking up from the task of gathering his belongings. They would need to head to the Armory in a moment or two to prepare for the mission, but before that, he needed a shower. The briefing had been rather impromptu, taking place just after a combat training session, and Abel was - to put it gently - underdressed. Wife-beaters and track pants weren’t exactly the Argus image, after all.

With a vague flap of the hand, he waved Rucks off, heading down the hallway in the opposite direction. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in a bit.”

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About fifteen minutes later, Abel stepped into the Armory, dressed in the crisp, slate grey Argus suit. Rucks was already there, waiting, and so were a few others. He recognised all of them, of course, but there were a few who were more familiar to him.

Elijah was being his usual, obnoxious self, Roland was busy taking a video of the whole thing, and Abel couldn’t help but chuckle. It was almost surreal, how juvenile some of Argus’ best agents could be. That was the risk Argus took with picking random people up off the streets, he supposed, diverging from the norm of choosing from military personnel. Doubtlessly, Abel could see how a wider range of talents would prove useful, though whether this course of action would pay off in the long run was a different story altogether.

“Expecting some rain?” Abel joked, raising an eyebrow at the Aegis clutched in Rucks’ hand, before signing for his own. It was a little ridiculous, how the gadget looked like an umbrella. Surely, they could’ve picked something a little less inconspicuous. If the scientists at Argus could pack sleeping darts, a lock-pick, and a garrote into a wristwatch, what was stopping them from compacting the components of the Aegis even further? Of course, such things weren’t part of his domain, though he couldn’t help but feel that walking around with an umbrella all day made you look like a pretentious douchebag.

Soon enough, Abel had everything he needed, and don’t worry, he made sure to double-check. It was time they got on with the mission. But out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Roland. The guy seemed a little skittish, nervous, almost; wandering about the Armory with a tune on his tongue. As he passed Roland, however, he only gave him a reassuring pat on the back, and a quick, near-imperceptible nod.

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Sorry for the wait! Will come up with a post in a couple hours.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

@ALL NEW PEOPLE

what're your characters' aesthetics (colors, items, ect.)? asking so I can start reblogging stuff to their tag on the tumblr~

@Liriia

Bruises, scars, beat-up converse, comic books, "I'm allergic to bullshit", and just like so much grunge. I have no idea about the color though - turquoise maybe? Or white?

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

<Snipped quote by murdoc>

Hey.

I'm gonna sex ur man. I'll lure him in with spaghetti and then give him the sexy

@HalfOfLancelot

Well then.



And omg, @UrbanEvolution, Mickey's amazing. I love him already.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

@murdoc
_{bb ur fine, I'm incredibly happy ur interacting with King (gives me something to do ;) ) if u wanna collab ther next interaction just lemme know <3}

@Liriia

For sure! I'm up for it. :D

Gonna be kinda sorta busy for the rest of this week tho, Character Rigging is hell.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

_{i have no idea what i'm writing}

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Location: Home → Verona Clinic
Interacting With: Richard King^@Liriia

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It had been a night like any other. Jesse was at his checkout, trying to get some homework done before he inevitably had to ring up some condoms, but that was when he saw it; the eclipse. Through the glass panes and fluorescent lights, Jesse could see the glowing circle hanging right in the centre of the sky. No doubt he found it strange, but sooner than later, he’d turned his attention back to the task at hand. His algebra homework, more specifically.

The next morning, Jesse woke up with an unbelievable headache. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that someone jammed a nail through his eye-socket while he was asleep. Still, it was all he could do to grit his teeth and push through. As much as he wanted to stay home, the guilt that crawled up his spine was enough to convince him otherwise. Mom would want him to go to school, make something of himself, so that was what he was going to do.

He’d made himself a quick breakfast of eggs and toast, taking care to prepare an extra portion for Mom. She was still passed out on the living room couch, having just gotten back from her nine-hour shift at the diner. Most days, Jesse barely said a word to his mother. Most days, Gillian Callaghan was too tired to do anything but sleep. It wasn’t the best arrangement - both of them knew that much - but when you had to work two jobs in order to pay rent, cultivating a healthy mother-son bond was the least of your concerns.

Jesse just grimaced at the sight of the sofa - a hideous, moth-eaten affair the colour of mustard - before draping a blanket over his mother’s sleeping form. In a few hours, she would have to leave for her second job at the clinic; the least he could do was let her catch some shuteye.

Then, Jesse had followed his usual route to school. The day was rather uneventful - up until lunch, anyway. After the usual, torturous boatload of lessons, he’d been on his way to the cafeteria, and while it might’ve been hard to believe, he wasn’t looking for any trouble.

He should’ve known trouble was looking for him when he got cornered in the bathroom.

Logan Hall and his cronies were like a pack of hyenas, baying for blood the moment they laid eyes on him. The group might’ve seemed vicious - cruel, even - but there was a primitive, feral efficiency to their penchant for violence. They were bruisers, sure, but they were bruisers who knew how to wield their fists as well as any weapon. A few weeks back, Jesse had made the mistake of passing a little too close to Logan in the hallway, and they just never let go of a grudge, did they? They never let go of a grudge no matter how utterly asinine it was.

The wind-up was so massive that Jesse was able to dodge the first blow, but it didn’t matter, and when he delivered a fist against Logan’s stomach, it was like punching a rock. An uppercut sent Jesse stumbling backwards, and a well-placed hook dropped him to the floor.

If he felt intimidated to be facing someone three inches taller and a good sixty pounds heavier than himself, he didn’t show it. The dull, sluggish pain thrumming through his skull didn’t seem to bother him one bit, even as warm blood slowly began to drip down his chin, and onto the linoleum. With a valiant effort, he tried to stand, but all it earned him was a kick to the ribs. He wasn’t getting up anytime soon, was he?

“Well, shit. Looks like I hit a nerve, huh?” Jesse spat through gritted teeth, a humourless huff of laughter bubbling up from his throat. “Thought you were all bark no bite. Guess I was wrong.”

Every last fibre in Jesse’s body screamed at him to stop, to run with his tail between his legs before he got really fucked up, but when Logan grabbed him by the throat - that was when it happened.

Like jet fuel, the sudden burst of energy left a toxic afterburn in his veins. It only lasted for a second, but a second was all he needed to subconsciously tap into his newfound abilities. Jesse still isn’t quite sure what happened, only remembering bits and pieces of information, but the moment Logan’s fingers loosened around his neck, the moment the screaming started, he knew that all this wasn’t just some crazy coincidence.

Logan and his crew didn’t stop shrieking about the “bugs under their skin” until Jesse had left, and as far as anyone could tell, they’d clawed themselves open without any help. It itched and they’d given in, perhaps with a rather misguided conviction that with sufficiently surgical application, they’d be able to remove the creatures dwelling just below the surface.

Sneaking out the side gate, Jesse only noticed the nosebleed when he got home.

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That was two days ago.

Since then, he’d heard a few rumours about the eclipse, and the alleged effects it had on the population of Verona. It sounded ridiculous; I mean, come on. Superpowers? Really? Who’d ever heard of an eclipse causing some fucked up alien shit like this? But all the same, he found himself entertaining the thought that maybe - just maybe - all this could be true. What happened that day in the bathroom… Jesse couldn’t think of another plausible explanation, and when half of Lincoln Memorial High’s senior class landed themselves in the hospital after a freak accident involving lava of all things, he felt this was worth looking into.

Barely an hour later, he found himself at the clinic. Call it a gut feeling, but he figured that this was where he needed to go to get answers. It was an easy enough matter to get into the wards, the nurses were all in a dither trying to deal with the sudden influx of patients, too busy to pay any heed to an extra visitor.

The building was deceptively large, filled with winding hallways and the stinging scent of hand sanitiser. Truth be told, Jesse had little idea who he was looking for. He’d never been particularly close with any of his classmates, and would they actually be in the mood to entertain his inquisitions? Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he was just having a psychotic break, maybe all of this was just in his imagination. What if he’d hallucinated this whole thing up and was now seconds away from being hauled off to the funny farm?

While he was having this internal meltdown, however, Jesse’s feet continued to carry him towards a ward near the back of the clinic. It was only when he peeked through the blinds and saw those telltale locks of golden hair that he realised who was inside.

Richard King.

Huh. So he was caught up in this mess, as well. Jesse didn’t know what he expected, but this sure as hell wasn’t it. For a moment, he felt almost torn. Did he really want to talk to him? King was already bad enough on a regular day; now that he was hopped up on a cocktail of painkillers? Jesse didn’t even want to think about what he’d be like.

Still, as he turned to leave, something stopped him in his tracks. Maybe he could wring some answers from King about the accident… or just take a video of him and upload it to Youtube. Whichever was fine, really, though the latter clearly had greater potential to go viral. Quickly stepping inside, Jesse made sure to close the door behind him.

“Hey, you awake?”

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Will be getting a post up tomorrow~

My eyeballs are kinda boiling from staring at a computer screen all day.