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[gxldeyes]

"What do we have no extension cords??" How the hell was he supposed to rig up these stupid lights without extension cords??

[secondtrumphet]

"Uh-oh.." Outta candy.. That means abandon ship and duck for cover right? Good enough reason for him to lock the door and shut off all the lights.

[falconiiisms]

Ever seen a 21st century Pharaoh looking for work? Now you have.

[sanguine-salvation]

They are so cheery today that one can just smell a felony in the air.

They might even be dangling upside-down from the fire escape near their hideout, much like a child from the monkey bars, playfully singing some jazzy little tune and watching the alley cats prowl below.

Ah, the ephemeral bittersweet of a good damn mood!

[motherlymonster]

What do you call a storm that's raining cats and dogs?

A furricane!"

[skyfcx]

     KRA-KOOM!!

     ...There's a deafening boom before a cascading plume of oddly blackened dust then disrupted and scattered up into the air. Hm... It's all within the general surroundings of a busy-sounding workshop nearby.

     Then? Save your curiosity, because a twin-tailed fox with a face as grim as the upset soot about the surroundings emerged from said workshop, an upward-angled puff from the mouth blowing droopy yellow-colored bangs away from the eyes. Th-There's even a small spot of fire on the end of his left-most namesake, treating the tip of fur like it were a cotton string wick.

     "So... how is everybody else doing on this fine day." Reaches behind him and puts out the fire on his tail with his index and thumb, comical 'Fssh!' sound effect and everything.

[glacialdeath]

"So, are you coming to the new year's festivities or not?"

[ofasgardianvariants]

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"This one is definitely my favourite. They call it a McFlurry."

[succubi-r-us]

"Such a borin' night.....I wonder if I kin find someone who kin entertain me~.."

[ofsokovianbaronesses]

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"In my learned medical opinion, what you have there is termed in the medical profession as a "massive gaping wound."" She explained. "Luckily, I don't care about your insurance details."

[victeux]

"You do that normally? Kinda fucked." As if he could speak on what was 'fucked' or not, but at this point in time he felt like he could. "Like, in a cool way, maybe. What do you do that for? Work?"

[falconiiisms]

Ever so subtly there's a soft rumble in the distance. The first tell tale signs of a thunderstorm on its way. In response, the once king closed his laptop and stood to stretch. He'd take this to be a good stopping point for the day, a cue from nature herself. With a smile, he made his way into the kitchen to make some tea and grab a book.

He'd been meaning to read this one for a while anyway, now seemed as good a time as any. Tea at the ready, Atemu sat and opened the book, a historical-fiction about a moon princess stuck on Earth. He really must thank his partner for telling him about it. Just that made the tale intriguing. He wondered if perhaps he'd see some likeness of his own journey to find his name in the main character's journey.

[sanguine-salvation]

They've... broken form this year.

They were not hiding in their cold apartment, planning for the next day and the salvation that would find a lost soul in the morning.

No, they were out and walking the streets, hood up, inconspicuous. They were not bothered by the music, or the crowds of rotting zombies swelling around them. The snow blanched out the Rot on the city streets for a small blessed time that their eyes would be fooled.

And they were looking at the lights.

They never grew tired of the lights...

[darkenedtogray]

"Fine, if you're so smart, you rig up the lights!" Heba wasn't a very patient man to begin with, but if his boss was going to keep on him about how he was doing this wrong when he was the one who badgered him to do it to begin with, that he could do it himself!

[skyfcx]

     “I dunno, I guess… I guess I just wanted an unbiased opinion on this one.”

     Resting in the kit’s palms was his very own Blast Cannon. Fine and functional, though currently deactivated and unequipped for showcasing purposes. Then, so was the exoskeleton of his Palm Cannon slipped out from under the cuff of his right glove. And from the left glove’s cuff, a collection of fiery, watery, and electric slap bracelets. His Slap Shields. The nanites from his creation of Nicole flittered about his wrist, the control mechanism for T-Pup’s operational system…

     His creations and inventions, the whole lot of them had been pried from his person and set out for the world to see. The way he fights, the how and the why he builds what he does. As wonderous as they are, their collective visage can’t help but reflect hesitation on his face.

     “All of these things… what happens to me if I’m stripped of these and left to fend for myself by myself? I thought I got over these stupid thoughts, but sometimes it still feels like I’m hiding behind all of these pieces of machinery. That I work on them instead of myself.”

     “I know what I do is good. This is how I’ve been able to keep up for all these years. But I just can’t help but wonder if it’s enough, y’know? So many of the people I know are just flat-out strong. They don’t need an energy barrier or an arm cannon to get the job done. Yet I do. And I can’t help but still feel bad about that every now and then, no matter how dumb it sounds.” 

[umbranstilettos]

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry”, Says the doll trying to fold her arms back her uncontrollable tendencies made her body parts hard to maneuver these days, resulted to someone being clotheslined while she was just trying to dance. “I swear it was just an accident, I didn’t see you coming around”