#IOBARTACH

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INCORRECT QUOTES || ACCEPTING

Miguel: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Logan, are a fucking cactus.

[gazelessmenagerie]

iobartach Casuallyyyy reaches over and grabs Flo. "Shouldn't have done that."

As if on instinct, the other three immediately doubled over on themselves, claws splayed wide like a coven of ospreys as their mechanical lenses locked in on the creature holding one of their own in a taloned grasp. Titanium joints gave no leeway for pause, no jurasdiction for secondary judgement than to lunge forth with the crushing grip of the lower appendages attempting to latch their jaws on any body part they could while the sharpened beak of the other twin often accompanying Flo pecked and tore relentlessly at the culprit.

" You shouldn't have Done That. "

[templeofvengeance]

"Respectfully: how about you don't kill the sun god, okay?" [I had to lmfao]

"Respectfully: I will do whatever I want forever." He stomps his staff on the floor like a toddler. "... Admittedly, he is not a simple entity to kill. Not as simple as, say, sealing him into a human body and then shooting that human body in the back of a limousine."

If there was a way to kill Ra without burning out the sun and destroying all life on Earth, he probably would've done it by now.

[therapardalis]

[Holiday Meme from @iobartach.]

[❄️] to throw a snowball at my muse (blame that one instagram vid for this xD) ------------

... Miguel has made an error of judgement.

He's been as gentle with the prank as a man his size could be - a soft lob rather than a full-on throw, the snow only loosely packed into the ball so it bursts and scatters on impact - nothing more than a cheeky, playful prank during their evening walk through Central Park.

But he's still made an error, standing there grinning like a large child. Not so much in forgetting what Thera can do in this instance, but about what snow is, and what it's made of.

And how those things connect.

She flicks the remnants of the snowball off her shoulder, shoots him a side-eye. Then her hands turn palm upwards, rise a little to lift - as does the entire snowbank lining the walking trail, separating from the grass with a few straggling pieces still attached, hovering ready at her command.

She fixes Miguel with a look from under her eyebrows, and one of them quirks up.

Fair's fair. She's giving him a chance to run.

[kuurosakiis]

@iobartach

This newcomer seemed to have an interesting presence, even though Ichigo couldn't pinpoint how. ❝…Is there something I can help you with?❞

He seemed like a foreigner, so he switched to English, hoping that would work.     It was heavily accented, but it should be understandable enough.

[redseamstress]

@iobartach

❝Welcome to the shop, young man, is there anything you need?❞ What an interesting soul that's walked into his shop today!

[vigilanthe]

@iobartach // starter call

Expressionless and soulless white lenses narrow as Batman studies the stranger. He's got sharp claws and even sharper teeth... A mutant of some kind? Or perhaps a werewolf... If the later he'll need to get Constantine involved. "Who are you?" His question is short and to the point.

[regulus-regent]

"Please tell me YOU don't have any kids to send after me for boops, too?!"

"You're in luck, I have one that would be more than willing to go after you"

"Boy, i'll go to that ridiculous tick or treating with you if you go boop the spider!"

// @sonchiildren and @ any little ankle bitter Trunks out there, this message is for you

[kxkarot]

"Oh I ain't done @iobartach !!"

"Kiddos!! Get him!!! @sonchiildren "

[monenblogi]

@iobartach - from dis

Spending two days locked in the lab probably wasn’t the smartest of choices, but there had been too much work to be done. Between the demands, the tension, and needing to figure out just what had happened and why the strange, goopy material seemed to persist as a statue of Jayce’s mistakes just smacked in the middle of the floor... 

He probably would’ve had his thoughts together if he got a proper night’s rest. Or maybe he could figure out why the floor vents were rattling so loudly. Maybe a session spent quite literally hammering out the problem on the forge...? 

No, the rattling was getting louder. That wasn’t normal. “What in the world--” No chance going to be taken on this, a hand already wrapping around the mercury hammer as he turned attention to the manhole cover in the middle of the floor. 

Was someone trying to break into his lab?

[positivelybeastly]

A Devil You Don't Know

It had been an inauspicious, particularly brutal way to end up being incarcerated, Henry couldn't deny that. In retrospect, perhaps arriving in the far off year of 2099 and immediately deciding to start up his experiments without a safety net or an attempt to hide what he was doing was . . . foolhardy. But, in his defence, who thought that, of all the institutions that would persist into the far future, Spider-Man would be one of them?

Granted, this new one was different. The old one wouldn't have punched out quite so many of his teeth, for starters.

But, as Henry smoothed a hand over his jaw, feeling replacement teeth growing in with an irritated, pained twitch of his nose, he supposed there was still enough about the spider that was familiar that he could see the resemblance. It took a particularly naive little goody two shoes like a Spider-Man to see a cruel beast carving up bodies in an alleyway and not kill him, after all.

And yet, as he stood on the other side of the transparisteel cell window that separated him and his first acquaintance in this charmingly named Nueva York, he had to think that there still yet something different about this particular arachnid.

After all. Who willingly visited a cruel little man like Dark Beast in prison? Someone with a screw loose, perhaps. Or, someone desperate enough to make a deal with the devil.

"If you're here to apologise, I'll only accept it if you kneel while you do it. Perhaps you can kiss the glass and tell me how handsome I am while you're at it. It might ameliorate my mood."

@iobartach

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[merriemarvels]

@iobartach // flipped a coin he gets a Balder

This definitely wasn't where they were supposed to be. This city looked... well, like no city he'd ever seen before, to be certain, but didn't even look like any city they'd seen in books. Things were too bright, to rounded, too tall... In a dizzying moment Balder realized he was standing on the roof of a building so tall its lower levels disappeared into a haze only permeated by lights moving through the gloom and fluorescents blazing on the sides of structures. Looking around, Balder also realized with a jolt that he was alone. "Ceej? Matt? Kendall? Sarah??" His voice rose with each name, rose in volume and desperation -- gods, if anything happened to them...

Stop. Think. Take a breath.

The air didn't have the same feel as that of home, but one of the very few things his mother had taught him was that where there was life, there was magic. He pulled, called up a simple scrying spell -- his fingers glowed the same bright white as his eyes as he scanned the horizon. Find my friends.

Nothing. Not a blip.

"... ᛋᚼᛁᛏ."

[hiswrlds]

“ Holy shit, it's Spiderman — ” 

[therapardalis]

[ @iobartach ]

"Oh honey, that really is workplace brutality!"

[eldestoften]

@iobartach ♥'d for a starter

hands full of little boxes, arms full of bags- this man was not going to be holding all of this upright for long.. and they were already starting to teeter precariously in their uneven stacks. why had he done this to himself?

"Ah- excuse me, could you grab some of these boxes off the top? I think I'm about to lose them-"