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@hhemeraa​

He is lucky, he supposes, that not many people came to this hotel. It was rather nice, and cheap as well. It didn’t long for he, Jessica and Grace to check in. Their last encounter with Ryan had left Jess far more shaken than before. This was more tucked away, but.. it seemed it wasn’t as safe as he may have initially thought. 

White eyes stared at the man coming into the lobby. Blonde, covered in blood - he looked like he may have been injured, but Michael wasn’t sure. He steps out of the breakfast lounge, muffin in hand. While Michael was sure he looked concerned, it would have been hard to see under the fur and feather-like deformities on his skin. 

“Sir.. . Sir, are you alright?”

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@batoushoujo​

...He wasn’t used to people staring. Normal humans couldn’t see his wings or eyes, but it seems this person wasn’t exactly normal. Instinctively, the four wings behind his head curled over to cover his face. 

“Uh.. Do I have something on my, um...” Well, obviously. 

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starter call | @stoletires

.it’s been a while since renegade has felt this...ANGRY. he’s outraged, blood pumping like mercury through his veins as he grapples up the building to the rooftop.

.he has been planning this out for MONTHS. weeks of stake-outs, scoping out the area, learning the guard shifts, refining every plan until even slade approved. everything was timed to the SECOND. it was perfect.

.and then everything goes to waste because apparently SOME PEOPLE can’t keep their noses out of other people’s business. someone is going to DIE tonight, renegade doesn’t care whether it’s who he originally came for.

.as he storms towards the figure on the roof, his anger rises to steaming levels and he has both guns in hand before the thought even enters his mind.

“ what the absolute FUCK was that, Hood !? ” he practically screams, his angry voice echoing across the rooftops. “ you better having a good fucking reason for costing me this contract ! ”

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@heinoushalo

There was no clear memory of how she’d wound up here; as if a fight had been ended as soon as it began. Her head was hazy, heavy. Eyes dragging open to be greeted by darkness. The hybrid is still for several long moments, before hesitantly moving to her knees. Her head swims achingly, jaw tensing in discomfort. The girl reaches her hand out until it brushes against metal, then wraps around it. Bars? It’s cold in contrast the heat of her hand, and Halo uses it as a support as she stands.

How long has she been here? It’s silent, agonizingly so. Where’s Haven? What about Mom and Dad? The half angel exhales harshly, breathing in deeply to quell the stutter in her heartbeat.

“Hello?” her voice feels too loud in this quiet but she speaks anyway.

“Is… Is anyone there?”

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maridhinna​

❝And once more I prove Commander Maro the fool. I told him you can't stop the Dark Brotherhood. Never could.❞

It is a simple statement; and Titus speaks not louder than necessary, but his words carry a certain WEIGHT with it. He is Emperor after all. His soul is at peace; it is strange how calm one is as the last minutes of their lives tick away. Some change into weeping wrecks, but he is not alike, for he, Titus Mede the Second; last Emperor of the Mede Dynasty will die believing in Talos, like he always has done; despite the words of Ulfric Stormcloak. There is one thing he dearly wishes though, even more than revenge on the man or woman who set the machine in motion. The vanquishing of the Thalmor. He looks up; pulled from his thoughts. At last. Lips curl into an affable smile.

❝Come now, don't be shy. You haven't come this far just to stand there   gawking at an old man.❞

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@lachrymosestorm​ liked the starter call

She was supposed to be getting groceries today, but it was alright to make a pit stop, right? She didn’t have much room in her hotel room for crafts, but she would make it work. One of the joys of being an adult was spending her money on stuff she liked, right? So there she was, picking out some glitter, glue, googly eyes, paints... Before she grabs the last tube of a certain color, which someone else was reaching for.

“Oh, do you need this one? I can just pick a different color if you want it.”

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@witchlyy​ liked the starter call

It was getting easier to repress the urges now. There was something not quite right about what he was, and he still wasn’t sure himself what happened on that fateful day. He sighs, reaching for a bottle in the liquor store he was in. He didn’t really like the taste, and he didn’t really like the feeling, either, but it was something to do. Something to do while he waited for a sign of his ex girlfriend. 

He stood up and whirled around, slamming into a shorter guy who happened to be walking behind him. “Hey - watch it!”

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@piinetrees​ liked the starter call

“...”

He wasn’t sure how he felt about someone taking notes while talking to him. Then again, maybe Michael should expect stuff like this while out in public. “..Um... Sir, I don’t know if you’re some sort of journalist or what, but... please don’t publish anything about me. It’s just a skin condition.”

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@skullfck​

It was the presence of demonic entities that attracted the Goddess to this city. A normal human would not be able to see the multitude of red and pink eyes that adorned her body nor the feathery black wings at her back, but something supernatural... Well, there was no spell in place that would stop them. That was how she spotted them, their reactions.

Her search led her to an.. unsavory shop in California, one that dealt in human pleasure. 

She made her way inside, her six phantasmal wings fading through the nearby objects and popping out the other side, as if they weren’t there at all. 

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@piinetrees​ 

It was never safe, walking into the woods at night. Always, something waited to snatch little humans up. “Don’t step there.” Her voice was smooth, and the unseelie princess stepped forward. 

She would have blended in well with the trees, if they weren’t so lively. Dead and decaying leaves decorated her form - or, perhaps, she was made of them? It was difficult to be able to tell where her clothes began and her skin ended.

“It’s a faery ring.”

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closed - plotted ¦ @adentincrime

.renegade would NEVER disobey an order from slade, regardless of what it may be. he learnt his lesson long ago, before he’d set off on his own, that any commands from his master must be followed without hesitation. even still, it’s with simmering annoyance that renegade rips the keys from his motorbike, parked up against the wall of the meeting place.

.it’s typical of slade, to lump off the work he doesn’t want to do onto dick. he’d claimed to be ‘busy’ when he’d called him away from a very lucrative contract in bludhaven but dick knows he just doesn’t like dealing with gotham villains. which is great for him, but it means renegade is going to have to deal with a PISSED OFF two face. people usually hate it when slade sends his so called ‘sidekick’ in his place. jokes on them. it’s often the big time baddies that aren’t aware of renegade’s...REPUTATION.

.as dick gracefully climbs off his bike and tucks his helmet under his arm, he gives a weary sigh. with these kind of jobs, it usually ends up just being guard duty. he’s already BORED.

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starter call ¦ @amphoteros

.slade would be disappointed, he decides, at the way renegade’s brain seems to SHUT DOWN at the sight of the intimidating hero. batman he can handle no problem. they’re made from the same DARKNESS. superman is annoying (dick will never ever admit he’s jealous of his gift of flight) but can be easily taken care of with his ever present stash of kryptonite. wonder woman on the other hand...well, renegade has always admired her, despite the heroism.

.renegade figured it was an INEVITABILITY that they meet eventually, and he knew it wouldn’t be under the best circumstances. but with blood dripping fresh from his sword, CRIMSON streaked across his cheek, he wished he’d had a bit more time to prepare himself.

“ um...hi ? ” 

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starter call ¦ @cowlwrought

.it wouldn’t be so bad, dick ponders, being locked away at arkham. he get’s fed twice a day, he has a passably comfortable bed, if little else. he’s left ALONE most of the time, as long as he doesn’t act out. sure, they’ve strapped him up in a STRAIGHT JACKET (apparently he’s ‘dangerous’ and needs to be ‘contained’, they ain’t seen NOTHING yet) and everyone treats him like a bomb waiting to go off. but even still, it wouldn’t be so bad.

.WOULDN’T be so bad.

.if that goddamn clown would just SHUT UP for a damn minute. it’s all he hears, every day, that loud grating CACKLE. and dick’s all for using laughter as a scare tactic, it’s one that he himself uses, but the joker is in the cell right next door. he’s starting to understand why the guards restrained him.

.from his awkward, arm-less, yoga position in the middle of his sell, dick growls low in his throat as that eerie laugh echoes through the hallways of the prison. he’s seriously considering escaping his cell just so he can KILL that insufferable bastard, do everyone a favour.

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starter call/plotting ¦ @puurfiism

;; it’s not often that dick finds himself sweating it out at a public gym. why would he need to, when slade built him his own private gymnasium, complete with trapeze, a week after the man brought him home from the circus.

.at this point in his life, training isn’t a necessity. he’s a flying grayson, through and through, it’s in his BLOOD. but it’s for this very reason that dick continues. he doesn’t want to loose the only piece of his parent’s he has LEFT.

.he tries to spend at least an hour every day practising at home, but occasionally wintergreen will convince (blackmail) him to leave the house. to go out and...ugh...SOCIALISE.

.as much as dick loves talking, and slade loves constantly reminding him of that, people themselves aren’t really his thing. so it becomes a personal challenge, moving his routine to a public gym. to surround himself by people he doesn’t know, to co-exist.

.as he begins the practised routine of strapping his hands and chalking them up, dick wonder how successful he’ll be this time.

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starter call ¦ @firstbcywonder

;; the likeness is startling uncanny, down to the soft placement of a foot, just one in a sequence of many. the grace in which it moves, every flex of muscle calculated but fluid in execution. it’s the acrobatics that REALLY gets him. renegade is the only person alive that can move like he’s trained himself so hard to do. and yet, it COPIES with ease.

.renegade would be IMPRESSED. if he wasn’t so creeped out.

“ this is a new low for you, SLADE. ” the boy calls out across the rooftop, body tense and ready to FIGHT if need be. he’s honestly insulted that his master feels the need to test him this way.

.he idly wonders if the man managed to programme his little...OBSESSION in there as well. 

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starter call ¦ @thomaswcyne

;; it’s been a while, since he’s ventured over to gotham. contracts in bludhaven have kept him busy, some more fulfilling than others. but tonight, he finds himself perched in the shadows of a building’s outcrop, tense and silent as he watches the streets far below.

the city is as DARK as ever, even with the sun yet to fully set. smog pools around his still body, police sirens a distant orchestra to the theatre of violence that is this sleepless city. and yet, compared to bludhaven, gotham almost feels...calm. there’s a FEAR infesting the streets, one that renders the whole city silent. a fear of what will happen, if they choose to expose themselves in open waters.

it’s...boring.

luckily, renegade knows where to look for the FUN to begin.