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1 yr ago
"Why are you returning this book?" "It was written in second person."
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1 yr ago
omg omg HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN 🎉🎉🎉🎊🥳🍾🥂
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1 yr ago
Update bitches: I lived and they actually closed the hole 💪
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1 yr ago
Alright bitches, tomorrow's the day! Doc's either gonna close the hole in my heart or tell me nah and we gotta find an alternative.
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1 yr ago
You know you're fucked when the EMTs start recognizing you lol
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fia - 21+
mainly just here for the sentimentality but i'll occasionally join a new rp


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A chill worse than before ran up the man's spine. He was caught entirely off guard, didn't even realize something was wrong until the concrete floor beneath his feet began to freeze over. It took everything in him not to start screaming in is mother tongue while his heart leapt up and lodged itself into his throat. Not just from the fright of being snuck up on, but also from the realization that whoever it was wasn't just a regular human. He'd been found. By a super, no less. "What the everlasting absolute fu-" Mishka whirled around and skipped back a few meters, deliberately snapping the phone in half between his fingers during the process. Wouldn't want to ruin business by selling out clients now would he? It would definitely leave a permanent stain on his reputation almost as bad as the truth behind the label cop killer. The saying 'snitches get stitches' was a real threat he would be happy to live without.

Halfway down to a crouch, Mishka stayed where he stopped just mere feet away from his new... Exactly who-slash-what was he dealing with right now? A vigilante? A rival? The questions burned at his conscience and Mishka felt himself tense up with all this growing uncertainty. The only person he knew of who's powers had to do with ice was Mister Freeze but the figure before him clearly wasn't the same guy. Actually, Mishka wasn't sure if he'd ever even run into this particular individual before. Their face was almost entirely covered up so he didn't have much information to go off anyways. "What do you want?" No point in exercising formalities. He reached down with one hand and began undoing the chain-link belt at his waist.
Mira was practically beaming with pride at Sparhawk's praise but her attention was soon drawn away by the pastry; it was demanding that she eat it. How could she resist? The little girl took a tentative bite out of it and was happy to discover that it tasted as amazing as it smelled. "That was fun" she commented, grinning childishly. Mira never was one to take things slowly and had wolfed it all down by the time they got back to Sparhawk's place. And then the dog came back.

The little girl was already climbing through the open window of the old structure; Sparhawk's nudge just sped up the process and she landed ungracefully onto her belly. At least this time it didn't hurt since she's anticipated the fall. She could still hear the scuffle outside. "Big Brother?" Mira stood up and looked out the window and was relieved to see Sparhawk was fine (for the most part anyways) and the dog was gone. She stepped aside and watched as he climbed in, then closed the window. "Ew, what if it was sick?" Mira had never witnessed the 'sickness of madness' before but she'd heard of rabies -although, she didn't really know what that was either. Mira turned around and padded over to the little hatch and pulled it open then hopped in.
@FullMetalHeart@Redthorn Anvil@Thorned Hammer@BlackRose24@TartanO88

Should we all just mini-plot for now and slowly work our way to get all the characters together? As opposed to just shoving everyone into one meeting.
(ignore this)
His so called safe-house; an abandoned warehouse. It was empty for the most part. Place was previously used as storage for some company's imports and exports -though Mishka didn't know what exactly they were involved with. Whatever it was, they left behind a bunch of empty boxes and crates and even a pallet jack truck. Not that he'd ever have use for it but he found it a little interesting considering he was sure that machine probably wasn't cheap.

Bee-lining for a corner in the far end of the building to sit in, Mishka pulls up an old police scanner he's hidden there and turns the little device on. The man crosses his arms and leans against the wall as it cracks to life before various voices start spewing out of it. He's listening to them but he's also still alert, watching his surroundings like a wild animal that had just been trapped. Although Mishka isn't worried he's been followed, he's worried about one of the more infamous supers hunting him down now that news of his attacks is slowly spreading through the neighborhood. Cop killers were a big thing and no doubt at least one vigilante had taken an interest. He'd be lucky of Batman wasn't preparing to confront him any minute now.

"...𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝..."

"...𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔..."

"...𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎..."

"...𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔..."

"...𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎..."

Mishka's mind was only half paying attention to the little metal box when suddenly, he shivered. But it wasn't like those times when he senses that he was being watched (no, that kind had the hairs on the back of his neck rise). This was different. This was... Literal cold? But that didn't make sense considering the weather. It was late evening, sure, but winter wasn't for a while so it shouldn't be this chilly. He shakes his head and blinks back a look of surprise before rubbing his upper arms in at attempt to start warming himself up. For a moment he wonders if the air conditioning system is on but that's unlikely. Was he getting sick? Ugh, he hoped not. Mishka sighs and promptly turns off the police scanner before pulling out a cellphone from his pocket. He dials and presses the mobile to his ear, waiting for an answer from the other line. When his call is answered, Mishka deepens his voice. Every details counts when it comes to hiding his identity. "It's done" he announces to his employer.
@FullMetalHeart
I swear I haven't abandoned this XD I know I said this last week I'll try my best to get something up this weekend.
@BlackRose24

I'm tempted to take that to heart.
I don't even know what to do/say
While this was meant to be a distraction, Mira was genuinely curious and so she listened with undivided attention to the baker as he explained that flour actually came from wheat. Not flowers, like she'd initially thought. When Sparhawk came along and said that it was her birthday, there was a moment where Mira thought to correct him but then remembered that this was part of the plan. So, she simply smiled and bobbed her head. Needless to say the little girl's eyes were practically wide as saucers when the baker returned with some fresh pastries. "Thank you sir" she mimicked after Sparhawk as the pair were lead out. That went well. "Did I do alright?" Mira asked.
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