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[memepocalypse]

Something's Wrong With You (senses)

Eyes

"Can you focus on me?"

"Hey... I'm over here?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Whoa, hey - sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"I'm - I'm right in front of you."

"Can you... can you not see?"

"When did you lose your vision?"

"Hey, it's okay - it's okay. Let me take your hand and lead you."

"Don't be scared - it'll be okay. We'll fix it."

"Don't flinch - I'm going to touch you."

Ears

"Hello? Hellloooo?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"God, you never pay attention -"

"I'm talking to you!"

"Why aren't you listening?"

"Pay attention!"

"Listen!"

"Can you not hear me or something?"

"Why are you looking at me like that..?"

"What - wait... you can't hear? Why am I saying this you can't hear it."

Mouth

"Why are you making that face? I spent ages cooking that."

"Why are you adding salt to that?"

"Whoa, you're drooling like crazy."

"Are you choking?"

"Bland? How can it be bland?"

"I can't taste anything."

"My mouth just tastes like blood."

"Everything tastes of nothing."

"My tongue's gone numb."

"Bleh."

Nose

"Eugh, can't you smell that?"

"Oh, that smells hideous."

"It reeks in here!"

"You stink."

"I think I broke my nose."

"I can't smell anything?"

"I think I've gone nose-blind."

"Should I... be able to smell anything?"

"I think I burnt my nostril hairs out."

"Everything just smells like smoke."

Feeling

"I think I just burnt my fingerprints off."

"My hands have gone numb."

"I can't - I can't feel anything. At all."

"Are you touching me? I can't tell -"

"Your hands are shaking."

"Okay - if you're going to keep dropping things you need to put them down."

"Can you feel this?"

"I'm going to run my fingers through your hair."

"I'm taking your hand."

"It's okay - it's okay. Just take a breath. The feeling will come back."

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[sagavalkyrie]

*perched on the roof*

*has a raven on her arm*

[alexanderforhire]

*Lacy's phone rings*

[a-basket-of-muses]

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

[pride-and-wrathfulness]

*in Aaron's bed*

@aaron-trainer

[charmed-redemption]

UDW: Faction Wars

[console-pokeballs-rupees]

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[denarius-quart-of-wheat]

*hears a knock*

*has been a few minutes since she's felt the horrible pain, was just relaxing before it began again*

*limps to the door, carefully opening it and afraid it's someone who will hurt her*

[hauntedgodofthedead]

*walking the grounds*

*decided to try and see if he can still do things on Earth since he's figuring his powers out*

[julesdrawz]

Empoleon

[memepocalypse]

"You're... you're dead."

"Wait - I thought you died!"

"How did you get here?"

"I haven't seen you in months..."

"Where did you go?"

"How could you vanish on me like that?!"

"Oh, my god, what happened to you!?"

"That's so much blood..."

"It's good to see you again!"

"I missed you..."

"It's been so long."

"You're looking at me like I'm a ghost."

"It's not been that long."

"No - I managed to escape."

"They couldn't make me stay dead if they tried."

"I won't stay away, not from you."

"I had to see you again."

"I know I'm not meant to be here."

"You disappeared."

"You were meant to stay with me, and you disappeared!"

"God, I wish you were dead."

"Wouldn't it be better if I'd never seen you again?"

"All this time, I was convinced you were dead."

"You lied to me! I mourned for you!"

"To think I missed you, and you were fine, all this time?"

"Why are you covered in blood?"

"How could you show up at my door like this?"

"You were always a monster."

"All this time! No! You don't get to just show up!"

"You think I'm going to let you in, just because you show up at my door, covered in blood? I mean, yes, I am, but - that's not the point!"

[tattoobruised]

*steps into the church*

*looking for Wren*

[voiceinthemidstofthefourbeasts]

*a loud, terrified scream*

*it's quickly cut off and then a thud*

*white and gray feathers drift down the hall, mixes with ash*

@war-has-no-mistress

[archfallen-ramiel-adramelech]

*sitting on Hell's throne*

*there should have been a big shift in Hell when he did this*

[markhxffman]

[ Closed Starter for @looking-for-roleplay ]

Ever since Detective Mark Hoffman had made eye contact with FBI Agent Peter Strahm, he’d plagued his thoughts like a phantom. There was no room in his mind to be distracted by such simple things and yet he often found himself staring at his ceiling at night, thinking about the witty Agent who always seemed to be pissed off about something. Leading a double life had been so easy for the last couple of years once he’d found his rhythm. The whiskey and bourbon did a good job of drowning out the pain and regret. Maybe it was true that if you lied enough, you’d start to believe it.

Washing the blood off of his gloves for what seemed like the thousandth time, he felt his flip phone buzz. It was probably the office. Maybe a lead. It didn’t help that Strahm was like a goddamned bloodhound trying to sniff out the killer. Once he’d dried his hands off, he looked at his phone and noticed that it was Chief Matthews. He’d requested that Mark come in the next day on his day off to work on the case. Mark sighed and answered ‘Sounds good’, shoving it back into his pocket so he could get back to what he’d been doing.

When he finally walked into the office the next morning, dark circles were evident under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, nor would he start now. Glancing up to see Peter Strahm with that hip cocked out as he leaned over something, he felt that nagging feeling that said ‘don’t let him get to you’.

“Morning,” he grumbled over his coffee, sliding past him to grab the files for the case. “You’re here bright and early.”

His tone indicated that it was a jab.