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[smilingmxsk]

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"Thank me later, we're solvin' this situation first."

With his gauze removed, she's quick to pull apart the rope that binds his wrists. Not untying, mind you, but shredding them apart by inhuman strength alone. She has no time to waste on complicated knots.

"Alright, so who'd we piss off this time and how?

I don' wanna stick around here longer than we need to, so gimmie a quick summary of what's goin' on."

She waits for his answer, planting the tip of her now bloodied bat at her feet and occasionally checking over her shoulder. It wouldn't be long before someone was sent down this way to check on their "prisoner".

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[crystal-grotto]

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The passage had been empty one moment, and then occupied the next. Even if the act had been unintended, the rouge managed to pull a emotional feat that was not often experienced by Sturm when he was on high alert for any sort of encounter: Surprise.

Freezing as sudden pin-prick white pupils stared down at wraith-like company that failed to be detected by electrosensitivity, hackles spiked.

Had Sturm been so preoccupied with the task at hand that now rapidly churning thoughts neglected to pay attention to signals around him? Or had the mass of rodentine bodies that prowled about thrown the Gumm-Gumm off of the metephorical trail? It was the only thing that made sense as the man's fear-stink bled through foetid air and pulled Sturm back into the moment.

Red glow disappearing and reappearing in a blink to wobbly tone that came through mask the looming beast also took a half-step backwards onto one hoof. The motion squelches, machinery slung over shoulders creaks, and tail curls behind frame to compensate for disrupted balance. Then, after a heavy beat of empty air, accented words are spoken.

'...I don't eat humans, if I can avoid it.'

The stranger had earned at least a response for not running away screaming like all the others - and for narrowly avoiding getting shocked for his efforts.

'Not vorth it.'

[mxldito]

@ratwhsprs liked this thang for a starter!

"Otis!" Coyote all but screamed, they were looking particularly chipper tonight. Their clothes had been freshly cleaned and the weather was nice and warm. As frustrating as it was that the sun set late and rose early, it was nice to feel a little warmer than tepid. These had been some good nights. "This weather must suck for you, huh? When's the last time anybody took you out for dinner? I'm bored and have a little extra cash! I'll cover you!" They weren't sure if his Domitor would be alright with such a thing, but they were sure they were doing him a favor.

Along with it, he was one of the very few Ghouls they hadn't had some bizarre incident that resulted in death or bodily injury. They were starting to gain a little more confidence just hanging around others at this rate. Maybe they weren't carrying some thrall-killing curse with them! "You just pick a place and I'll take you there! I got all night!"

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@ratwhsprs

"Fratello, I have a question. Rats don't have gag reflexes, correct?Before you ask, I didn't do anything bad to Ben. He's in my lap right now, bruxing so he's very happy. I'm watching this movie and you're a genius on rats so...you're the perfect person to ask this question to."

[babydxhl]

@ratwhsprs | starter call.

"Stop, stop," Mary says, feels a sharp rush of shame to hear herself almost bleating it at Otis's back in the dim light, her voice harsh in her throat. Stop-stop-stop. She stops, pressing her back against the brickwork.

They had been running for what felt like too long. Skidding down into the warehouse basement and then into the sewers, leaving behind the hail of bullets and the shouting and Mary with her face tucked into the crook of her arm and trying not to breathe too much, trying to keep up, shivering now in the oil-slick underground.

"I just need a second," she says. "They're gone, so just— Just stand there a second, alright?"

[frostise]

📣 A song for when my muse is upset or angry

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒   ┇   accepting ♡

eartha kitt - i want to be evil for when louise needs to seriously chill tf out in a healthy manner! she absolutely loves eartha kitt and this song brings out the calmness she so desperately needs. louise loves to dress up for herself, practice self care in her penthouse (likes to call it the queen treatment) and imagine herself in a 50s-60s dress up montage ^^

joan jett - bad reputation for occasions that leave her too pissed off to even think in the moment and blasts this song in her headphones or speakers. it does serve to calm her down and relate to the lyrics. generally speaking, louise would always listen to 70s-80s metal or punk rock songs just like when she was a rebellious teenager! always a first sign of her bad mood if you're inside of her penthouse tbh

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" —hold up. "ㅤbig, dramatic arm gestures are what greet otis as he clambers up onto the rooftop, byan visibly recalibrating as they process what they've just witnessed.ㅤ" no way. there's no way. you jus' learned a couple fancy moves, that's all, right? there ain't no way you know how t' do parkour, i refuse t' believe it! "

⋆:°* ♡ @ratwhsprs ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

[iobartach]

@ratwhsprs asked; "I don't need your advice."

refusing care prompts

No shift in posture is seen when presented with such a comeback, discarded like the rest of the refuge that lurked in the sewage water, pooling around his feet. It had been a longshot, asked of the only face-- or lack thereof -- that he had laid eyes upon down here. Someone that he spotted trekking through effluent up to their knees, seemingly without a word or complaint to offer.

"Have it your way, then." Recognising the futility of his attempts, he chose not to press the issue, which had seen him stress the importance of taking cover, for a force that dwarfed his own considerable size had been turned loose upon these tunnels. Immediately after speaking, he showed signs of veering off in a random direction, ready to accept getting lost if needed. One way or another, he had an anomaly to locate and apprehend, a fugitive that was distinguishable by their tattered lab coat and scaly green hide.

And yet, as he set off, Miguel wouldn't get more than a few steps away before he turns his head to gaze at the other. Not remotely enthused by the thought of letting them fend for themselves, or feeling desperate enough to ask if they had spotted any unusual signs of trouble, festering down in these depths.

"If you see anything, just shout, okay?"

[twcfaces]

@ratwhsprs

"I - haven't seen Grundy in a while."

Harvey suddenly seems a little bashful - which looks strange on his face now, but wouldn't have, a long time ago.

"--- I hesitate to outright call the man a friend, and I guess there's no real reason to feel concern over a guy that can't actually, permanently, die - but it's good to know the big ol' dead guy is still stomping around down there."

They're friends on the same level that a frog living in a spider hole is friends with the spider, but friends nonetheless.

The sewers aren't a terrible place to go. It's hard to say that if one hasn't been there, though.

[elisethetraveller]

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

Perhaps as no surprise to anyone, touch is an essential sense for a blood mage. It is most often through touch that Elise makes the connection necessary for her to work her magic, and at the same time, she goes without human touch for weeks on end. So, how she acts when touched goes a long way to describe how she feels about a person. Let us go through your list.

If a complete stranger were to touch Elise, she would likely recoil. However, if there is skin contact, she will take a quick "look" at the person for the brief seconds of contact. This is considered wildly impolite in her culture, but after spending so long amongst people who will not notice her "looking," she has developed a bad habit of doing so. Especially as it makes things more time-efficient when the stranger grabbing her is someone in need of medical attention.

While she will rarely pull away from a friend, she might do so instinctually and feel guilty about it afterwards. A friend is likely to be aware of her quick glances at people when touching, and it might have been a conversation whether or not they are okay with her doing so. If her friend prefers that she doesn't, she is cautious not to do so by accident. Elise's touch-starved-ness does come out around friends, and she is more likely to initiate touching but also lean into a hand on her shoulder or sigh and go slack in a hug.

When it comes to loved ones, it is much the same as with her friends, only amplified. She will lean into touches, sigh, and linger in hugs or increase points of contact. An additional note, however, is that the loved ones might notice a buzzing to her skin when they touch her—a sort of magical, magnetic cat's purr.

[smilingmxsk]

Her eyes snap open, consciousness snatched the moment it was within reach, and she shoots up from bed... only to be sent back down by a sharp, stabbing migraine.

She's back in her room. Everything from the previous night was a blur; she couldn't remember its outcome or how it started. Margaret pats herself down. She's still in her usual outing clothes, only... they feel rougher in spots. There's a tackiness that dots her sleeves and chest. Bringing an arm up shows dark splotches that pepper her arms... and a very dark area soaked into the very edge of her sleeve, barely dried and all that much more sticky. It's blood.

The Fixer attempts to raise a hand to her face, but instantly it's obstructed by the damn mask. She plucks it from her face, dropping it unceremoniously onto the messy nightstand beside her and placing both hands on her face in exhaustion. In the shock of waking up, Margaret hadn't noticed it before, but she couldn't breathe nearly as well as she usually would, like experiencing a stuffy nose after an extremely well-rested nap. Only... placing her hands on her face proved that this was a bloody nose that had been left untreated during her unconsciousness.

This was bad. She felt awful, her limbs felt like they were made of cement, her head was POUNDING, and to top it all off, she looked like utter shit.

She needed to clean herself up. Memory would come to her eventually.

[halfghcst]

@ratwhsprs sent:

❝ they’re mine. i get to decide what to do with them. ❞

ABILITIES & SUPER-POWERED THEMED PROMPTS || accepting

Phantom was feeling conflicted. It didn't take much for him to consider someone a friend. And he would say he definitely thought of the catcher as just that. A friend. Even if he didn't voice it out loud, thinking maybe it would overstep considering they hadn't met too long ago.

"They don't get ...hurt... do they?" Phantom's main concern here was more so the rats, than anything moral. He'd befriended some people, or ghosts actually, who'd done pretty terrible things. As long as he didn't have to see it happening, he would ignore it. Of course, if he did see something, he couldn't ignore it. Friend or not.

Either way, he didn't like the idea of the rats possibly being harmed. Even if he had to go against his friend at some point, he didn't think he could hurt them himself either. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked what you were doing."

[queryxecho]

@ratwhsprs cont.

"Have you considered that you just have terrible luck on the surface?" Query shrugged. They were extreme extroverts by nature. The thought of rarely going up to the surface? Unthinkable. As it was, if they weren't actively hiding from coppers, they'd be back up there. "A lot of them do suck, but it can be fun. If you avoid clowns and Bats. Speaking of fun though, what do you do for that down here?"

"Second question," Echo interjected, with a raised hand, "slightly more important than the first, how does a girl reemerge to the surface around, say, Dimond District?"

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“That’s unfortunate, and why would the kid be in the sewers?” Edward was confused about the kid’s location, and he then placed his hand on his chin to contemplate. 

“I assume that someone either kidnapped the kid and they’re all hiding in the sewers, or something worse than that. Family is rich, so I bet they are holding the kid for ransom. Something that I’m not surprised about because Gotham is absolutely terrible, and we both know that firsthand.” 

He then shrugged. “I guess we are contributing to it in a way, but it's not our fault. We didn't cause the corruption.”

[babydxhl]

@ratwhsprs | continued from x.

Mary only looks at Otis, and her gaze does not waver. The rats, the gun, the frozen man staring down the barrel — all set dressing. She watches Otis alone.

"Power," she says. Her voice is solid, clear, almost a little too loud in the quiet space, magnified by the walls. "He took from you. And that makes you feel small." Sheer force of will threatens to swallow the two of them whole. Mary Dahl, holding back the world with her bare hands.

"You can't stand it, can you?" she continues after a moment. "But shooting a man dead won't get that back. It doesn't mean anything. It's just what small men do to each other."

[frostise]

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ┇   accepting ♡

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the most obvious signs of her frustration crawling up the surface is her tense posture and scrunched face—a fierce glare, hands curling into fists, tension in the brows and sometimes gritted teeth is introduced if pushed over the edge and since she's a pale person, her face would flush red like tinkerbell whenever blowing a fuse. i wouldn't say louise is animated in her anger unless hitting a boiling point. that's when her voice turns clamorous and the wrinkles in her features will become pronounced. it's ugly and frankly terrifying.

kf is the type of person to wear her heart on her sleeve. the only exception being if she's on an undercover mission and putting up a convincing act in front of a crowd. she's able to remain in control of her emotions. frost always used a mediation technique called 'qigong' to soothe her headspace and shift into a focused mindset before approaching her missions.

louise uses diverse 'distressing techniques' that have helped soothe her spirit over the years. from qigong to yoga and incorporating tai chi into her daily routine with the additional green/chamomile tea, scented candles, hot baths/showers and listening to punk music. she regularly takes antidepressants and anti-anxiety medications in the morning and melatonin supplements at night. all prescribed by her psychiatrist she used to visit before he retired.

even if she's not in the comfort of her home, kf will resort to staying outdoors in the sunlight and meditate alone. one of the few materials she'll often touch is the faux fur on the ends of her V-shaped gloves or if she's in a sitting position (cross-legged mostly), her hand will automatically stroke the fur on her boots. it's more of a self soothing gesture, but it does calm her down.