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He hums softly in acknowledgment that he’d gotten the name, not that the information meant anything to him, sure it was a name but he didn’t know the man. “It’s a range, it’s not like I live here.” He said simply as he slipped the new bowstring on. “Beside, try something and you’ll regret it.” There’s a touch of a threat to his tone, he may not be a ‘super’ but he held his own even against them.

Slipping the stringer on he put his foot under it and pulled lightly enough to let the bowstring slip into the groves it belonged in. He knew he was extremely good, the best even. “Why do you want to learn?’

Lauri’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Try something?” he asked, puzzled. “Like what? I don’t know what kind of people you normally hang out with, but normal people don’t ‘try’ anything.”

Boy, this Hawkeye (yes, Lauri had heard of him) had issues.

Then Lauri bit his lower lip before he mumbled, “My therapist said it might give me some more confidence.” He made a motion with his hand. “You know, trying something new. Fight classes, weapon wielding. That sorta thing.”

Yeah, it probably was a very good idea to let someone like him handle a weapon.

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He chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm Lauri. And by the way, if you are wondering, I came in through the front door. It was open." Lauri shrugged. "Not sure you should leave it open in the middle of the night, though."

Lauri smiled kindly to the other, unknown man.

"I'd like to learn. You surely must be able to tell me something about it. You're extremely good, even a dimwit as I can see that. I mean, I could chat your ears off about my passion, painting, but I'm in your..." he briefly looked around and furrowed his brows. "...house," he said questioningly.

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“I hope you don’t,” the newcomer remarked, albeit the remark had dark and twisted sense of humor.

The newcomer didn’t seem afraid and he had obviously didn’t belong with the Avengers. No, Lauri was to the fibre of his core a dull, powerless human.

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He looked around the range. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary (as if he could tell) except for one thoroughly mangled target where the red of the bull’s eye was no longer there. Guy had issues. Obviously.

Makes two, the sarcastic voice in the back of his head reminded him.

“You teach?” Lauri asked, making a jerking motion with his chin towards Clint’s bow.

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HIs posture doesn’t betray his mistrust of the stranger, no that is held only with his thoughts that are currently assessing his options should the man be less than ‘welcoming.’

Setting down the new bowstring and the stringer he  slips his hands into his pocket and slides the little purple hearing aids into place, he doesn’t trust the stranger and thus doesn’t trust having the silence held in the space between them. Looking down at the bow he starts to take the worn string off, working as though nothing has changed.

“I don’t.” There’s almost a threat to the tone as he says it without skipping a beat, no humor leaving his lips.

“Depends, who’s asking.” It wasn’t something he usually did of course but he had his exceptions, Kate, various members of the team once or twice when they were interested.

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“If I am to call you by your name, you must call me by mine. I am not one for formality,” Wren grinned and laced her arm around his, her thumb gently stroking the fabric of his shirt.

The healer felt butterflies fly loose in her stomach. He seemed so gentle and charming to her. She didn’t know many men like him.

“No!” She chirped quickly, feeling her cheeks go pink again. “That sounded forceful. I apologize. What I mean is that I would like to walk…and talk… with you, since you have been trained to do so, it would be a shame to waste such skillset.”

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“If only it was the skillset I most excel at, but alas,” Agnar said jokingly as they navigated between the stalls.

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“Now, Wren, if you’d be so kind to tell me-” he glanced sideways at her. “Which vendors do you recommend we should stop? And what should we purchase? As someone who is new to markets, you have to share your secrets with me,” he teased, and then he winked.

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"I hope you don't," the newcomer remarked, albeit the remark had dark and twisted sense of humor.

The newcomer didn't seem afraid and he had obviously didn't belong with the Avengers. No, Lauri was to the fibre of his core a dull, powerless human.

He looked around the range. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary (as if he could tell) except for one thoroughly mangled target where the red of the bull's eye was no longer there. Guy had issues. Obviously.

Makes two, the sarcastic voice in the back of his head reminded him.

"You teach?" Lauri asked, making a jerking motion with his chin towards Clint's bow.

@seesbetterfromadistance

Release | open rp

Darkness had fallen over the compound hours ago and nearly most of if not all those who resided there were nestled into their beds; but it was one of those nights where the archer wasn’t one of them. A single light shone on the range, just above the bullseyes some fifty yards away, Clint standing in the shadows. Nock, draw, release, bullseye, repeat. He’d been at it for hours and it was starting to show in his form, he could feel his muscles protesting, feel the strain that his release had caused and with one last arrow barreling toward the bullseye he brought the bow down to his side and sighed when he saw the state of the bowstring, that was one way to convince him to stop.

It’s late now, later than it had been when he’d first started shooting hours ago and usually no one realizes he’s gone so he doesn’t expect any interruptions. Setting his black recurve bow with just that little touch of purple on the table he walks over to his bag to retrieve a new bowstring and the stringer. His back is turned to the door but he can feel that shift in the air. “Really shouldn’t sneak up on the guy that doesn’t miss.” He mutters as he turns around to go back to the bow. 

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Hello everyone,

I’m very aware that I still owe replies to the lot of you. However and sadly, I’ve lost my muses, motivation and inspiration to answer the RPs. It also feels as if RPing has become a ‘must’ and not a ‘want’. For me RPing is a hobby and not a job, and therefore I’ve decided not to beat myself up about it.

I’m sure it’s a temporary thing and that it will come back. Your answers are in my drafts, and when this block has gone, I shall answer them again. Until such time, please, don’t hold your breaths for a swift reply.

Sorry and lots of love

tagging my rp-partners: @xwelcometomysillylifex, @thebookofmuses, @jackalmcgarrett

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Pink warmth rose to Wren’s ears. Of course, the Captain had seen her in her emotional wreckage. She felt the embarrasment run down her spine in a chill. 

“I am fine, Captain Kjaltson,” Wren smiled sheepishly. “I appreaciate your concern. I guess it was a heavy day for both of us. I am glad you get some time to unwind.” 

A part of her wondered how many punishments he might have endured before to have him conditioned into holding his tongue. 

“I must admit, your loyalty is impressive.”

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A laugh escaped the man. “Are we suddenly using formal titles, Milady?” he joked. “Yesterday we didn’t even know each other’s last names. Just call me Agnar, I’m off duty anyway.” He winked.

“My loyalty?” he said. “I have sworn to protect Asgard’s throne, no matter who occupies it.” He lifted and dropped one shoulder.

“Come,” he bade, taking a step towards the main road which held more vendors, and he offered her the crook of his elbow. “I do not often get to see the market, let us not waste it by standing here. We can talk and walk at the same time.” Then he chuckled. “I’ve been trained to do that.”

The smile fell from his face as suddenly something dawned on him. “Oh, I beg pardon. That was... I don’t know if you have any other appointments. I didn’t mean to-”

That was a little too forward!

@red-roadside-poppies​

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“I am glad,” she said with a smile as the attack of his seemed to finally subside. “Let me know if you need water or something to eat or anything. It’s on the house.”

“It’s not allowed when I am on the clock, and there’s no need for you to offer me anything. I have these attacks sometimes as well, so I understand. I only wish someone could be there for me when I go through one of those.”

“You don’t have a partner?” he asked incredulous. “Or someone else? A friend?”

That was stupid. Even he could see she was beautiful, and he didn’t fall for women. Any person to let her run would be a complete idiot.

@thebookofmuses​ #ooc: sorry for the short answer.

A walk in the Park || Open starter

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The way he answered her didn’t seem like he was 100 percent sure. Being a fairly good liar herself, she could catch on certain cues. One cue that stood out the most was his mumbling answer. It wasn’t clear, concise. Though his answer seemed reasonable, there was still a hint of suspicion.

Now Michelle had to decide if she wanted to let this go, or pursue it. If she decides to confront him about it, then she might not like what he has to say. She was just starting to enjoy Lauri’s company and she would hate to ruin it.

After a couple moments of silence, Michelle let out a small scoff and started to pick up her purple purse to leave. So much for a lovely time out. “I have had my fair share of lying and it never ends well. I want to dismiss this, truly I do but I just can’t. Call me when you can tell me the truth. There’s no pressure, I know how hard it is to speak honestly. I’ll be waiting.” She shook her head, glancing back at him before she stood up to leave, evidently leaving him to pay the check.

A little stunned, Lauri nodded. “I-I understand,” he stammered, but then something crossed his mind. “Yet, this is a typical case of the pot calling the kettle black.”

He wasn’t the first of the two of them to withhold truthful information. It didn’t make it right either...

It left him wondering though. “Why?” he asked. “Before you leave, could you at least tell me why you didn’t tell your name?”

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Once upon a time that much level of fear would have caused a different reaction inside of Jack. The need to protect and defend this man in front of him rather than take him and return him into the hands of the person who might have put that fear in him in the first place. But that softness was gone from him now. He kept his gun steady as he tried to see if Thomson had anything around or near him that he could use to fight him. 

“I’m afraid you are. I’ve been paid a lot of money to make sure you are. Now be a good lad and put your hands out or I’ll do it for you.” Jack growled out as he reached into his pocket for a ziptie. 

"Who?" Lauri breathed, fearing for the answer.

Carefully he put his left foot forward, taking a step in the other's direction and slowly he began to lower his trembling hands to make it look like he was complying to the demand.

His eyes, still wide with fear, never left the gun.

Yet, Lauri thought there was something the man didn't know… 

After he had escaped, he had taken self-defense classes and he prayed that he remembered the motions well. He also prayed to any God to aid him.

Quickly Lauri put his right foot forward and stepped to the side, out of the line of fire. With open palms he made a crossing motion with his hands, one hand slapping the gun, the other the assailant's wrist in an attempt to dislodge the firearm from his grasp.

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Furiously Lauri scrubbed his hands, trying to rid them of paint. He had just finished another canvas - the end result hadn’t been to his satisfaction - but the art had served its purpose. At least he had gotten rid of the demons that had been breathing down his neck all day and it had made him feel a little more peaceful.

A sudden loud bang coming from farther down his apartment had him on alert immediately. Years of abuse had given him a sixth sense to when something was wrong, and right now the hairs in his neck standing on end told him something was very wrong.

Another crash followed, and without thinking twice Lauri bolted for the kitchen window, the tap still running. His heart was hammering in his throat, fear making him nauseous and the dread he felt built into a crescendo when the window wouldn’t budge. He turned around, his back against the window and frantically scanning the area, searching for a way out.

Yet, there was none...

Before he was fully aware, Lauri was looking down the barrel of a gun. He didn’t even register the person holding the firearm; it was as if he was looking through a tunnel, his entire focus on the mouth of the object that seemed to spread wide like a beasts maw, ready to devour him.

Eyes wide with fear and horror and never leaving the gun, his heart slamming so hard that it was deafening, and with his tongue dryer than parchment, he slowly raised his hands while the other spoke.

The words confused him.

He was barely able to voice the first thought that came to mind. “I-I’m not the one... you’re l-looking for.”

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Despite Jack’s skill set he’s honed during his short stint in the CIA, because of his age, he doesn’t have much of a rep as a gun for hire. The sort of work he’s able to get is mostly security and get away drivering. It’s not the worst paying gig but it’s not what he strives for. He can’t live a normal, civilian life anymore and he won’t try to pretend to. He’s gained some traction in his work by saving the lives and coming through for his employers when their other hitters and security teams fail and get killed off, and he gets the job done and keeps them alive. 

He’s not blind or ignorant to the work some of the men who hire him are involved in. But they don’t ask questions, and don’t expect him to put up protest or questions either. He accepts the money and the job. 

His latest one seemed rather simple. A retrieval. 

Jack did his recon and learned the schedule of his target. Once he had an idea of when was the best time to strike, he got to work. 

Breaking into Thomson’s place, he took care of any obstacles with a fierce determination and no hesitation.  Gun at the ready to help him take control of the situation, he advance on his target, “I wasn’t told to be gentle. So it depends on you if you wanna make this harder than it needs to be.” 

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“What language do I have to speak in for you to finally understand that I’m not staying here?” Veers was getting more and more annoyed by the second. “And I’m not going anywhere near you, creep.”

Veers felt extremely confident in her words, but a part of her really wanted a present. Presents were rare on her planet. No one received a present for defeating someone in a fight, much less when it ended in gore.

Stop it, Veers! It was as if someone had hissed in her ear, and she was able to snap out of it, only to fall back into a trance-like state. Her body was exhausted, ready to shut down. Her veins felt warm.

Veers had never felt weirder. It was like lucid dreaming to her. She’s entirely aware of her body but unable to physically react, and the man seemed strangely alluring and inviting.

I need to get out. I want my home.

“What kind of present?”

Shit! She thought. It was so… her. To drain her powers…

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“It’s just... just a trinket,” he assured. “You’ll love it, I am sure. Absolutely sure! It will look so good on you, better with you than my decor.”

The Grandmaster laughed at his own words - a laugh that was humorous, but laced with vile threads. If anything, it could be described as creepy, yet, it felt like a warm blanket.

A warm, alluring blanket.

Just as alluring as the magic he projected to get her to come closer...

His hand never dropped, still outstretched for her to take. He waited patiently, because, what was the rush? He had all the time of the universe and then a lot more. A couple of minutes, days, years, centuries, it didn’t matter. Not to him. And if Veers knew or not, she wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t get away, couldn’t overpower him and in the end she would abide to his demands.

“Come,” he whispered softly. “Come and join. You... You belong.”

Sakaar was a place for everyone...

Champion || Open Starter

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With a shuddering breath, Lauri carefully looked up at her from under his lashes. “Thank you,” he mumbled, and then a little louder with more confidence he said, “I’m feeling better.”

He pushed himself to put on a smile. It was small, but it was there. Yet, if it was genuine, one couldn’t tell. He was very good at smiling without revealing his true feelings.

“Can I offer you something to drink or eat for your trouble? Is that allowed?” he offered.

@thebookofmuses​

A walk in the Park || Open starter

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“I would be willing to teach you some recipes, if so you wished, Captain Kjaltson.” A sweet smile settled across Wren’s lips. He seemed to be such a kind and warm man; she decided that she would like to know him better.

A sense of guilt mixed with pity settled heavily at the base of her stomach. Wren would never stand by torture of any kind. But at that moment, she did not have much of a choice.

The healer noticed the shift in Agnar’s expression and placed a gentle hand on his elbow.

“Yes, well, it is in the past,” Wren replied, guiding them away from the stall so customers could approach it. “I sincerely hope I did not hurt you. Please understand I knew nothing of all...that. I am sorry.”

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Agnar let himself be steered away from the stall, the sad smile still on his face. “I have seen worse, have dealt with worse, and it was not you who harmed me,” he assured her. “And the King...” he shook his head. “I shouldn’t speak.”

No, he definitely shouldn’t! Norns, for all he knew, King Loki would hear everything he would say. And a lot could be said about the King. To most people of Asgard he seemed to be a decent King, making Asgard prosper and safe, but between the walls of the Palace... One couldn’t call it ugly, because he wasn’t that bad, but the King reigned with a hard hand and he expected no less than perfect from his staff.

“I am more worried about you, Milady Validottir. You looked quite upset after... When I left later. I sincerely hope he wasn’t too harsh on you.”

@red-roadside-poppies​

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Michelle was going to agree with him, to start telling him her real name then she suddenly heard him speak her actual name before she even spoke a word. Tilting her head to one side, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, her arms now crossed over her chest. “Wait a second, I never told you my name.. My real name. Given, I lied to you when we first met, but that’s not the point. How do you know my name?” She questioned suspiciously.

Michelle knew they were both in the wrong with this situation, but in her eyes she felt like Lauri was more suspicious than anything. She was going to start off with her real name and where she originated from, but this seemed far more important to address. Maybe she didn’t know Lauri after all.

If there was ever a moment where he felt like Homer Simpson’s d’oh, it was now. Lauri could smack himself in the face!

Luckily, which was actually rather sad, he was an apt liar. That was until someone would put pressure on him. No doubt his PTSD would knock him down a couple of pegs. He had been just as pathetic at the hands of Zoey. And if Zoey was any indication to what Michelle might be or could do...

Involuntarily a shudder went down his spine.

“Your wallet,” he mumbled, as if it clarified everything. Which it hopefully did. It was an educated guess that it held a card - whichever one would do fine - which had Michelle’s name on it. After that, all he had to deal with was the indecency of the fact lie that he had gone through her personal belongings.

Damn!

@xwelcometomysillylifex​

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A new town, time to meet new people. At least, that was what Lauri had been telling himself for the past half year (and it really wasn’t going great), but the one semi-friend he had made had dragged him along to a party.

Of course it had been a bad idea!

Lauri yanked the bathroom door open, stumbled inside and quickly shut it, turning the lock. He was just about to lean his forehead against the door, when he nearly jumped out of his boots by the person that suddenly spoke. He definitely hadn’t expected anyone to be in here!

Bewildered he turned around, eyeing the other as if he was a deer in the headlights. The words from the other only sunk in now. “No, I uh... I just-” he stuttered, tripping over his thoughts. He took a deep breath and a little blush of shame crept to his face. “I just needed to get away from the ruckus,” he admitted with a small voice. Lauri looked down and whispered, “too much. I didn’t mean to intrude. Sorry.”

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Parties of this sort were rather far from Julian’s comfort zone, but when Sasha begged him to come with her, he agreed nonetheless. Of course, only minutes after their arrival, she had already disappeared. He managed to mill around for a while at least, slipping from conversation to conversation before finding his way to the empty bathroom. Closing the door behind him without bothering with the lock, Julian lifted himself up to sit on the edge of the counter and opened the small window beside him, joint and lighter already in hand. He was a few good hits in, his anxieties finally starting to melt away, when the bathroom door open. There was really no use in hiding what he was doing so he finished the drag he was taking and offered the joint to the other. “If you really need to pee or somethin’ I can leave.”

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“Michelle,” he sighed, momentarily forgetting she hadn’t revealed her real name yet. “If I should ask you, then you’ve missed the point of what you have just said,” Lauri countered. It wasn’t a snide reply, but more of a matter-of-fact tone.

He took a sip from his coffee, his fingers wrapped around the glass which contained more milk than previously mentioned beverage. It was true; he didn’t know a lot about Michelle, but the lesser he knew, the better. He hadn’t heard from Zoey since she had released him and sent him on his ‘mission’, but he didn’t doubt she would soon drag him away again.

Involuntarily he shuddered.

“Just tell me about yourself what you wish to tell. If I have questions, I’ll ask.”

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“Look, I know I’ve been secretive lately and closed off. I seem to know more about you than you do of me lately.” She started, taking a sip of her coffee.

Here they were, sitting in a coffee shop and having another date. She didn’t think for a moment she would see Lauri again after their first date, but she seemed to enjoy his company, even though he talked more than she did. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, she just had a hard time opening up to someone new. There was this invisible line between the pair of them, like something was missing through their relationship.

Exhaling out, she leaned across the coffee table, putting a hand through her long black locks. “Ask me anything, anything at all and I promise I’ll answer honestly. We need to get to know one another, equally.” She admitted, looking at him.

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Absentmindedly, Lauri nodded. The revelation from Alina’s side didn’t necessarily make it better. No, he was even at a loss for words and thus he nodded again like some stupid sheep.

He debated if he should check his phone - it had been buzzing - but it also could be something that would only feed his misery. Something he didn’t want.

Suddenly he became aware of the fact that he wasn’t alone in the bar, and with a little red creeping up his cheeks he averted his eyes, his voice small. “I think I’m keeping you away from customers. I... You sh-” he stuttered and then just gave up on what he wanted to say. “Sorry,” he whispered.

A walk in the Park || Open starter