#╳┊ rain mars — acescaped

[ohwonderlands]

   ❛  i’ll  admit  that  i’m  afraid .  ❜

[ && @acescaped ]

“ --- you’d be a fool if you weren’t.” [ if ever there were something to be afraid of, she’ll find it here. the Queen’s temper, for one- the Executioner’s axe, for another. one misstep, one slip of the tongue; the Red Knight has seen the Queen sentence denizens to death simply because she didn’t like the clothes they were wearing. but then again, this one- this one is the Carpenter’s pet project, isn’t she? she has the favor of the Queen, and many of the courtiers- and yet, this is the first he remembers sharing words with her. ]

“ --- where is your handler?”

[addicthe]

ic tags.

[hitundo-a]

I'm entirely focused on rain mars so find me on acescaped for the time being!!!

[spiriituma]

@acescaped​ asked: “you’re such an idiot.” for jonas !! send “you’re such an idiot.” for my muse to tend to your muse’s wounds.

He’s certainly not going to deny his idiocy, especially coming from Rain-- he’s a damn mess on the best of days, and a jumble of freckles and feathers poorly disguised as a human on his worst. Jonas had thought he’d made it out of ACE unscathed, hadn’t felt a thing when he’d swept Rain off her feet as the lab went up in flames, though when they got home, that was another story. It wasn’t until they’d gotten back to his apartment that Rain noticed the blood soaking through his hoodie.

A bullet to the (right) side of his chest is definitely a cause for alarm, though not as bad as it could have been.

Slightly out of it, wings weakly draped across the bed, primaries dangling over the floor, the redhead lays propped up, Rain taking great care to make sure that the bullet is cleanly removed and his wound is bandaged correctly. Her comment draws a laugh from him, albeit a soft one, as his chest is starting to hurt far more than it once had. “H-- Hey--”

A hand reaches up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear that happened to slip down. “I’m YOUR idiot, Rain Mars. W-We were... caught up in th-- the moment.

Lee g-got her heart, Bear proposed, y-- you burned down ACE... I didn’t even... think about getting... sh-shot at.”

[optimistsclub]

                                ‘ i’m thinking of starting judo, you know ... really. ’   the sudden rain mars strength will forever baffle him, as well as the random technique she just has in her back pocket. hit the stop button and shuffle back a few moments earlier and you can see danny caught in a headlock after absolutely going for rain’s throat (a playful kind of roughhousing he didn’t quite know why he went for, but went for all the same), and he was caught less startled and unprepared than he was caught plain stupid. pride has been knocked down a few pegs, but is maybe a little closer to have been totally dismantled and taped clumsily together again in an earnest yet trying attempt at his plan of action to get it back up to scratch: judo. what he really needs is lessons to not sneak up on anyone.   ‘ j-- uhm, youtube, you know? i’ve found a few -- a channel. with ... training sessions. pro by the end of the year they said. i’d be pro, so. ’

*     @acescaped​ 

[chcsings]

@acescaped​ said: “Lean back and breathe.”

   Well, this was a fine mess he’d gotten himself into.  After trying to get information from other sources on the ominous shadow ACE casted over -- well, everything, the day had ended with Riley encountering a couple of unsavory characters in the back alley.  There had been a few choice words, a scuffle, and then three things happened:

1. Someone hit Riley 2. Riley hit the floor 3. His business card landed in a sorry crumple in a puddle beside him.

So much for his friendly demeanor.  Riley had started to sit up, groan on his lips, when a familiar blur of blonde hair appeared in front of him.  Shit.  Rain Mars.  He’d promised her he’d dropped this story, huh?

“ Just a scratch, “ he said, trying to grin despite the pain in his stomach.  “ I’ve been through worse.  Besides, if we’re doing a patch-up, I can’t imagine this is the best place... “  Ah hell, this was starting to hurt.  Riley’s head hit the concrete as he eventually obeyed the gentle-spoken words.

“ ...sorry. “

[ohwonderlands]

"Badly hurt" maybe after some training or an experiment or something :0

[ && @acescaped ]

“ --- Rain, can you hear me? no, i said that’s enough, any more and you may damage her.” [ crystal hues glare sidelong at the Suits holding hoses, putting out flames where they continue to gutter and burn along the floor. she isn’t unconscious, but after that dousing, she’ll be weak- weak enough, he trusts, that he can touch her without getting burned himself. crouching on the floor beside her he turns her head to face him, mentally noting pupil dilation. concussion is a very real possibility- powers or not, she’s still human. ]

“ --- look at me, Rain, that’s it. that was better, much better, but still not good enough. your emotions got the better of you, in the end-” [ --- perhaps to your benefit, he wants to say, but he won’t. in the corner across the room lies the antagonist, or at the very most their burnt remains- but they aren’t his concern. he’ll leave that to the Suits to clean up. plenty more where they came from. but there is only one of Rain. ]

“ --- a gurney- bring in a gurney, quickly! i need to get her to the infirmary.” [ he’s seen her bleed before, but not quite like this, bubbling from her mouth, her skin again so hot the blood already flaking off where it trails down her chin. he doesn’t apologize for having the Suits douse her down again, though it undoubtedly hurts in some capacity; he has to be sure she won’t burn the very gurney they lie her on just to transport her to the infirmary. there, a fireproofed room designed specifically for her awaits, where he can treat her without fear of her burning down the very castle around them. ]

“ --- we’ve ascertained you’re not at all invincible, haven’t we. can you speak? can you tell me what it was that set you off? tell me what you remember, tell me what emotion it was that finally made you lose your head.” [ he speaks as he walks beside her, hand on the metal edge of the gurney. his questions are more than just trying to keep her conscious, he really does want to know what emotion was strong enough to make her lose her control, which she’s been honing all these years. it’s been a long time since she lost control this way- it’s important, something he’ll be able to use in her further training. after all, that’s what got her into this- training gone wrong. he needs to get it right, or it could mean both their heads on the chopping block- and he quite likes his head right where it sits. ]