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goldencody:

Cody wasn’t exactly happy with the situation, and having someone as downright rude as the boy in front of him was like a nightmare to him. There was nothing other to do than teach him a lesson. He completely ignored the plead to clear the way and with a grin, he waved his hand once more to reinforce the blockade with another thin plate of metal, then folded his arms in front of himself in order to signal that he definitely wasn’t going to open the passage anytime soon. Having been muted, Cody assumed the other meta’s power was sound related and not particularly dangerous. He didn’t have his equipment, so he couldn’t know for sure, but for now, the guy didn’t seem like a threat. There wasn’t enough metal around them to lead an actual battle, but then again, he didn’t think it was going to escalate to that. He shook his head and slid a hand through his hair as a sign that he had had enough with not having a voice. At least not having an audible voice. He would, should the other not back down, form some sort of metallic projectile in order to threaten him, but for now, he just stood there, nonchalantly waiting for his reaction.

Sighing, Tate merely un-muted the other; not making any sort of gesture, as he’d learnt long ago they weren’t needed. “I take it, you control metal then. Right. Well let’s have a look around, shall we. Do you truly believe with the minute amount of metal surrounding us, that you will fair off well in a physical altercation?” He drawled, toying with the cuffs of his long-sleeved shirt. “You don’t fully know the extent, of what I may be able to do; yet you still stand here. Willing to risk it?” The Brit questioned, crossing his arms over his chest in irritation. Then letting out his counter frequency slowly push out around him, incase the other male was able to actually able to create with the metal around them. “You’ve been given your sound back, by the way. This is my final warning to you, let me go. Or I will do more than merely mute you.” 

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goldencody:

Part of him just wanted to let the punk go. Let him leave and find another person to bother, but there was just something that irked him. He inhaled to raise his voice at the man once again, having him walk past him and push into him, but when he spoke, no sound escaped his lips. he realized instantly that this was the work of a meta, so he instinctively turned around, raised his hand and made a little waving motion at the wall beside them. A plate of thin metal a few paces in front of them, which was covering the lower part of the wall followed the movement of his hand, bent out and blocked any further passage for the man to go. This wasn’t fun an games anymore. Had Cody been wearing his gear, he’d probably already drawn his weapon. Instead, he was confined to only using his powers. He couldn’t make a sound, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take action. “Bad move.” he mouthed, with a bit of a sly grin covering his features.

Tate was caught off guard by the metal moving to block his way, but kept his face neutral as he turned yet again, to face the other male. Arching a brow as if to question, why the other wasn’t speaking. Playing coy. “Didn’t quite catch that, mate. What was that? Why so silent, you seemed to have had plenty to say earlier. Though I must admit, I much rather prefer this silence over that horrendous shouting you were doing.” He jabbed, then nodding his head towards the metal work. “Let me through. I’ve no time for your shenanigans, nor do I wish to find or make the time.” Tate huffed impatiently, checking his wrist watch and giving the now muted male a look; that clearly translated into ‘hurry the fuck up’. “Well? Are you going to allow me to pass, anytime soon? Or must I force, my way out of this?” He figured worse comes to worse, he wouldn’t even need to actually engage physically with the man. Merely toy with his brainwaves, to make him less aware of the situation; or perhaps just knock him back with an energy wave. Which would hopefully keep him paralyzed and dazed enough, to lower the thin metal blocking his exit.

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goldencody:

Cody’d been called a great many thing throughout his career, but nitwit wasn’t it among them. He raised an eyebrow, looking over the guy in the same way he’d just been checked out. “Are you done?” he asked in a stern tone, even louder than he’d spoken before. “You sound like a spoiled brat, and frankly, that accent of yours doesn’t make it better.” he then once again spoke. Someone turning his back on him had always annoyed him greatly, this time was no exception. “Do you even hear yourself? You sound absolutely pathetic. Do you always go off on someone for something as little as this?”

“I’d assume so, considering I am walking away from you. Unless you’ve the ability to mentally hold useless, pointless, irrelevant, conversations. Which even then, I’d merely ignore you.” He snarked back, narrowing his eyes in absolute disgust; as the other’s voice raised and bounced off the walls. “Well, it’s great that I wasn’t aiming to please you, now is it. I truly could not care any less of the opinion you hold for me, in the mere minutes we’ve exchanged words.” Tate drawled, stepping just a bit closer; with his arms crossed over his chest. “Honestly. Yes. Especially when they’ve quite literally got ‘moron’ written over them. Alas, I must end this tirade here; for I’ve much more important things to go on about with my day.” He finished, this time letting his power out just a little bit. To silence anything else the other male had to say, and being sure to shove into him as he walked by again.

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thewingedgoddess-lila:

Lila rolled her eyes, clenching her jaw a bit. “Can you shut the hell up and stop being a dick for two seconds? I really don’t want to have to kick you ass. I came here with good intentions.” She had to admit, the look on his face was kind of priceless. Her smile returned, letting out a laugh as he asked, shaking her head. “No. Well… if you want but that’s just… for you. As kind of a… thank you?” It was a weird thank you but only one she would give to Tatum. “I actually… need your brain.” She looked at him, hoping that he wouldn’t be an ass for too long but she was expecting having to convince him.

“Well...thank you...I suppose.” He cleared his throat, moving to stash his new gift in his room drawer. Stepping back out to listen to what Lila needed from him. “My brain? As in my intelligence?” He confirmed, with an arched brow; as he sat and crossed a leg over the other. Staring Lila down, as he asked a question of his own. “Have a test your ill-prepared for? Or just an assignment that you’ve no clue how to do? You request me for in all means literal, hate sex; buy me that...toy, and now request for me to do your homework for you? Like a school child?” Tate went on, eyeing the woman with a blank stare now. “I will assist you. If, you give me merely one reason; as to why I should.” 

Let’s “Study” || Lila and Tate

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goldencody:

“Okay, this isn’t funny.” he called out into the seemingly empty hallway. He had heard something, but when he had turned, no one’d been there. He wasn’t scared, it was just an unnecessary nuisance. “Show yourself before I impale you with something.”

“Would you lower your obnoxious voice, the walls echo nitwit; you screaming out as such makes it much more worse.” Tate drawled, as he moved to shove past the other male in the hallway. “You’d do well, to not be in other’s ways, as they attempt to walk by. The corridor is narrow enough, without the likes of...yourself,” He looked the other up and down, with disdain; “standing stark in the middle and yelling.” Tate finished, turning to walkaway; before pausing once more to add another jab. “Impale me with something, you said? I do hope it isn’t your idiocy, you plan to use as the weapon; since you’ve seem bountiful of it.” He harked, with a light smirk and scoff.

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hoperamirez:

The restaurant was busy, as it always was this time of day. Hope flitted from table to table not really paying attention to who she was serving but trying to do it with a smile. She hadn’t even noticed the man as she was taking his order but his voice made her look up and study his face. Ah, yes. The MetAid Fundraiser. He had been her saving grace making being out in public like that bearable. She smiled at him but he seemed to be avoiding eye contact…or really any contact. Hope nodded and went to get his water but came back almost immediately. “A word of advice,” she leaned on the table and whispered, “If you don’t want people to notice you, don’t be so noticeable. Eyes are usually drawn to movement, so don’t fidget.” She gestured to the way he was ruffling his own hair with a smile. “Any particular reason you’re trying to pretend you don’t know me?” Her voice was still low. She wouldn’t have asked except he was acting so strangely and there had to be a reason for it. Al the ones she could come up with were bad.

Tate was surprised yet not surprised, that the woman had taken notice of him. He wasn’t the best at appearing nonchalant, when flustered; especially around those who had been able to draw out a someone civil conversation from him. Uncharacteristically gnawing his bottom lip lightly, he tried his best to cease in his fidgeting and precede on as he would normally. “It is just so happens to be none of your concern, why I am attempting to avoid all unnecessary conversation with you.” He began, although recalling that he was attempting to...’better’ himself in means of being a functional person, that is able to be socially competent; the Brit bit his tongue. 

Clearing his throat before awkwardly babbling out an apology. “N-no. I apologize for that, its just...I’m not sure if you recall, but; I’m not the most...social. And I suppose it wouldn’t be false for myself to say that...I was somewhat...apprehensive about you striking a conversation with me. Causing for me to not be as...abrasive.” Tate admitted with a low sigh, knowing that he probably sounded like an absolute lune. “Anyhow...thank you. For the water, that is. Perhaps if you are not as busy later on...we may have another conversation. You weren’t horrid to be around, that night.” 

We Meet Again || Hope & Tate

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We Meet Again || Hope & Tate

@hoperamirez

Tate had an eidetic memory, and thus he never forgot anything. Especially faces. Although this didn’t mean he enjoyed re-meeting others, and striking conversation. That being said, when he saw the woman he’d had an almost...decent conversation with from the Meta Clinic fundraiser; he’d tried his best to avoid eye contact. Only for her to be a worker at the little quaint restaurant, and to come over to take his order. 

“Just..water would be fine.” He mumbled, hoping against all that the woman didn’t remember him. He was absolute shit, at small talk. Or just general everyday conversations at that. Running a hand through his hair almost anxiously, he looked down at the given menu; not wanting to seem any more awkward than he felt.

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honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer

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How do you really feel about me?

You’re a winged pest, that knows precisely how to evoke my greatest disdain. But. You are rather...tolerable to be around...and do know how to select the best...’gifts’. All in all, I don’t hate you.

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Your turn. :P

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer… (check all that apply) If you snuck into my room I would:[x] Go back to sleep[x] Kick you out[x] Cuddle with you[] Be like “How in the world?”[x] Let you sleep on the floor[] Become angryIf you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:[x] Kiss or hug you back[] Smile and laugh[x] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable[x] Push you away[] Be shocked[] Strike youIf you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:[] No[] Yes[x] Most certainly not.[] Without hesitation.You are:[] Cute[] Adorable[] Attractive[] Beautiful[] Okay[] Ugly [x]Am not going to grace this with an answerYou are to me a:[] Stranger[x] Acquaintance[] Ally[x] Friend [] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[x] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [x] Annoying [x] Infuriating [x] Pleasant company[] Comforting [] Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy (- Based of askboxmemes’s post.)

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Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[] Cuddle with you

[] Be like “How in the world?”

[] Let you sleep on the floor

[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back

[] Smile and laugh

[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable

[] Push you away

[] Be shocked

[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No

[] Yes

[] Most certainly not.

[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute

[] Adorable

[] Attractive

[] Beautiful

[] Okay

[] Ugly

[] Am not going to grace this with an answer You are to me a: [] Stranger [] Acquaintance [] Ally [] Friend [] Love [] Rival [] Enemy I find you to be: [] Pathetic [] Off no consequence [] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [] Pleasant company [] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

(- Based of askboxmemes’s post.)

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thewingedgoddess-lila:

By now, Tate’s doorman knew Lila and just let her in, all the while giving her a look.  Honestly, she looked at herself like that too after she was done with Tate.  But she didn’t have that in mind.  At least… not until she convinced him to do something else for her.  But she brought some gifts that she thought might convince him.

Knocking on his door, Lila bounced slightly, her cheeks slightly pink as she thought about what was in her bag.  She waited until the door was open and then smiled, pushing past him as she went inside.  “I got you a late Christmas gift!”  This wasn’t what she was blushing about but had been meaning to give this to him for some time.  It was wrapped and everything as handed the box to Tate, her smile still plastered on her face.  “Open it.”

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Tate opened the door to his grand apartment, and stared at Lila unimpressed. “You were told to notify me ahead of time, when you needed my assistance, no? If it is this difficult for you to follow such minimal instructions, why should I continue to waste my precious time on you?” He greeted with a small smirk, uncrossing his arms from his chest and reaching for the offered box. “What is it? I don’t accept charity, from the lesser class; and gift giving was not a part of the agreement we settled on.” He drawled, looking the box over with mild curiosity; before opening it. Unable to help the way his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed, before pulling Lila into his apartment. “Why on earth, would you purchase this for me?” He all but demanded, trying to keep his irritation present in his voice; but was truly interested in why she would buy this for him. ‘Is this...what you planned on doing today?”

Let’s “Study” || Lila and Tate

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thewingedgoddess-lila:

Lila let out a sigh and followed him to his apartment.  She wondered how he could afford a place like this, looking around and not saying anything until they got to his apartment.  She set the bottle down, biting her lip before looking up at him.  “You are… not a very nice person.  You’re one of the biggest assholes I know. Which is why…. I need you to have sex with me and take my virginity.  Tonight.  I just… it’s a long story but I don’t need you to know why, you just need to do it and I’ll do whatever you want.  Please, Tate.  We can drink until you hardly even recognize me.  Just… I saved you on Halloween so you owe me.  Please.”

In a usual Tatum like manner, a smug grin made it’s way onto his face; at all the ‘insults’. Which he took more as complement if anything. “All of those are true, yes. I pride myself in how I’ve constructed my personality, though do continue on.” He said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Eyes widening only partially, before narrowing as he tilted his head to stare at Lila briefly; trying to see if this was some sort of joke. “Tell me why it has to be me, and I may consider it. You’re not exactly on the top of my list, for wanting to have sex with; and I demand a solid reasoning for this whole headache of a situation, you’re trying to put me in.”

How Many Drinks? | Lila & Tate

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thewingedgoddess-lila:

Lila was already regretting her decision when he started to speak.  She clenched her jaw, wanting to smack him already.  But this is exactly why she chose him.  He was awful and she would never have any kind of emotional attachment.  She pulled out the bottles of liquor from her bag and placed them on the counter.  “I’m going to ignore everything you just said because I need a favor.  And I brought liquor.  So… can I come up?”  She was swallowing her pride so that she could hurt someone the way she was hurting.

Glancing down at the liquor bottles, he arched a brow; curious as to what sort of favor Lila needed from him. And why he was the one, who had to do fulfill it. Sighing irritably, he pinched the bridge of his nose; mentally counting to twenty and back. Whatever it was, if it involved alcohol; then it was going to be a long night for Tatum. Especially if he over did it with the drinks. “Fine. Hurry up, and follow me. Once there, you’ve exactly three minutes to explain what you want and to persuade me to allow it. If not, then you may take your leave.” He bit out, leading the way to his apartment.

How Many Drinks? | Lila & Tate

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thewingedgoddess-lila:

Lila had no idea what she was doing. She just knew that she no longer wanted to wait around for the right person and decided to go for exactly the wrong person. She was hurting and to her, this was the best way to fix it; a way to get even. Standing outside of Tate’s building she’s contemplated leaving for about five minutes before going inside and asking his doorman to call his apartment and let him know she was there. He has no idea she was coming over or that she had alcohol with her or her intentions but she hoped he’d agree nonetheless. The thought of it disgusted her. It wasn’t like she thought Tate was ugly, but they weren’t exactly friends. She bit her lip, waiting for a response and taking in the fancy interior. @bautista-wave

Tate was already in one of his moods, so when he was rung by his doorman; he felt the last sliver of patience he had slip away. Especially at the learning of it being Lila of all people, requesting his presence. Opting to take out some frustration on her, by belittling the winged Meta; he strode towards the lobby. A line of insults strung up, and ready to be unloaded. “And what may I ask, is that you want; you pest of girl. You fail to realize that unlike you, I’ve actual work to be done. My hours of operation were clearly outlined, when I took the pity on you to actually give you the option; of contacting me. Whatever it is you’re wanting, it’d had better be worth the time I have and currently am wasting.” He harked eyeing her distastefully, as he waited for an explanation.

How Many Drinks? | Lila & Tate

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jimxirons:

Kind Marie served them up their rows of shots and Jim gave her a mock smooch as she left, taking his first shot in hand and matching Tatum. At first. He was very, very pleasantly surprised by the sudden alcoholism of his guest. It brough a husky chuckle out of him. Obsessive personality, perhaps? Jim gave a minute shrug toward Marie and simply waited, wanting to watch this car crash happen in slow motion.

“Hmmm, either you’re desperate to self-destruct or you’ve found a fabulous way to score free drinks.” The lost of revenue may just be worth it.

“Truthfully. It may be a combination of both. But, the only way that I can...not be me, is by myself being completely and utterly drunk.” Tate admitted tossing back three of the shots, the alcohol not affecting him at all yet. “Although admittedly, I do not need anyone to pay for my beverages. I’ve more than enough money, that otherwise is not being put to use. Thus, I suppose you may rule that second retort out.” He spoke to Jim, before throwing back the other three remaining shots. 

Silently hoping this wouldn’t be something he’d regret later, started on his mix of Bruichladdich and Absinthe. Not finishing it in one go, but about a quarter of it. “So...what will you be doing then? Just...watching me make a fool of myself?”

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jimxirons:

Bloody hell. “You’d rather sit here and look miserable. People call wallflowers cute but they’re really just being polite. They’re utterly tragic friend!” How did this man function in society at all? Was he just this inept or undiagnosed? “Right, drink up,” He nodded, turning and signalling for four shots to the lovely Marie. “Then we’ll get you nicely hammered and then you won’t care come tomorrow; you won’t remember if you got screwed five ways from Sunday or laughed out of here.”

That this man was so bad at this felt like a travesty of society. How did this happen?

The words rang for a moment in Tatum’s head, and against his far better judgement; he downed the rest of the drink in his hand. Then went down the row, and tossed each shot back to back. “Six more shots. And a glass of Bruichladdich and Absinthe.” He nodded towards the bartender-ess, if he was gonna truly let go of himself; he needed to be drunk. So he’d start of strong, to quicken the process. “Alright. Hammered it is. Keep sending out to me strong drinks, then I’ll be much better at...this.” He said gesturing widely around the place.