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[mage-of-markarth]

@resurrectedfiles

Din: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

[therapardalis]

[Question from @resurrectedfiles​  (From one of the moon knight boys).]

"Can I lay down on your lap?" ------------

“ ... Sure.” It wasn’t reluctance causing the hesitation before she spoke, only  surprise. Sitting together on the couch wasn’t new. Food, a movie, books - or in this case Thera reading while Marc channel-hopped the TV. The question, though, was a little unexpected; it wasn’t like him to show a vulnerable side.

“One sec ...” She made herself comfortable enough to not move for a while and let him settle, the hand not holding her book resting on his arm. “What’s up? Is Khonshu being an extra large pain?”

[etherealstarr]

@resurrectedfiles: "I suggest that you stay on the thunderbolts team. The only people that are getting replaced is Justin, Zemo, and me. Unless you want to leave, but I don't see why you would go." (from Emil Blonsky)

“And why’s that? You think whoever they team me up with are going to ‘good for me’? In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t like sudden changes.”

[agentsterling]

"Did you know that if you write your mission report in anything but black ink that you have to do it all over again? I didn't and now I have to rewrite the most detailed mission report I have ever done all over again." (From Tony)

"Am I literally the only one who has read the employee handbook?"

[bigidiotenergy]

The King of Ithaca knows what comes of talking to Gods. Some of which even encourage the Cunning to keep digging himself a deeper grave, even if he doesn't know he's doing it. His refutes- his pleas- his Gods cherish it. Maybe Odysseus is lucky. But that luck is running out. "Ev-Everyone?" — For who else stands on his trial? Who is the PROSECUTION? The Cyclops? Poseidon? All the Greek Gods? His men?

It's not entirely comforting. Even when Thoth explains his idea— a damn BRILLIANT one— there's still unease. Because Odysseus knows. Knows what's coming. This plan could actually work. Poseidon would be distracted long and far away enough that they can FINALLY make it home after so, so long. Their families have grown older. So, so much older. How does he tell those who are waiting that their loved one will never come home?

How do you tell those who are waiting that it was YOU who broke your promise to so many good men? And all this God asks for is just one more good man.

Odysseus's stomach drops. FROZEN with a choice. What was different? What was the difference between killing an infant and choosing one man to stay behind? The difference of dropping that infant from a wall and forcing a man to never see his family again? You've done it before, haven't you? 600 men. You promised 600 men you'd get them home alive.

558 men. 558 men who will never see home again. What difference is 559?

But you're a King. A Captain. So many brothers have been lost to the Sea and it was all because of him. He had relied on his wit and it had gotten them KILLED. When will it be enough? What prices must others continue to pay for him? What right does he have? A shaky hand goes to his chest. Gripping, squeezing his kingly cloak. It's all collapsing.

The blood on your hands is something you won't lose. All you can do...

"... me. I'll do it. I'll stay behind."

The god had raise his eyebrows at the greek man and he stayed quiet. He was surprised that he was willing to talk back to a god, but part of him found it entertaining and he instantly forgave him. The god shook his head at him and he smiled slightly. "I don't take sides. I simply just make sure that everyone has a fair trial." He didn't think that it was fair to judge Odysseus right at the moment.

The god looked the king over and nodded his head at him. "The plan is that we'll build a ship just like yours. Make fake replicas of you and your crew and send it off across the sea. It should fool your sea god for awhile and you all should be safe to sail wherever you want. The trade is that you must pick one of your man to stay behind with me. He can never return home and you'll never see him again, but it will be for a good cause. With knowledge comes understanding and I don't fully understand your kind. I would like to speak and understand all I can from your people."

[miercolaes]

❝ i found these lights if you still want to decorate our dorm. i can't, however, guarantee i won't try to hang myself one of these days. it's too tempting. ❞

a little christmas gift, from wednesday to @resurrectedfiles's enid. she doesn't celebrate christmas, well not conventionally anyway, but she tries her best to do things for her roomie.

[griim]

@resurrectedfiles cont.

Gemma was not safe at her home, nowhere seemed to be safe. At the moment. Though, was she surprised? No. She had poked the hornet's nest, this was the result of that. Several sleepless nights and days, followed up with paranoia and making sure people she cared about or knew were kept safe. The life of a vigilante is becoming a very lonely one. Not that she minded the loneliness. However, one place she felt safe was Matt’s. A new friend but someone who seemed to be removed enough from the chaos that she could come to him, and he could not see her, so if she came in with her suit, he would not know. Or so she believed. Wincing, she woke up slowly, realizing she was not alone, ‘shit.’ Groaning as she sat up, Gemma had only planned to be here for a few hours, not long enough for him to come home. “Matt, I uh, I'm sorry I ended up crashing here… I had nowhere else to go. I hope you don’t mind and don’t worry. I didn’t break anything getting in, I promise. Everything is as it was.” Her body was so sore, but she needed to keep going. She HAD to. The fight was not over, she had recently found out where the shipment of weapons was going to be delivered, and she needed to stop it.

[loyaltyandchaos]

@resurrectedfiles said:"I know that this is sudden, but we need a place to hide for awhile." (From Din to whoever)

Luke was a little surprised to see the Mandalorian and Grog again. But he was happy about it. Even though those two were probably in danger.

"Of course. Make yourself at home. May I know what happened and who is following you?"

[abrushwithdeath]

@resurrectedfiles​

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Rogue eyed him for a second, not out of suspicion but to try to assess the more visible of his wounds. She wanted to get an idea of what she was dealing with here and, maybe more importantly, whether or not Marc might be bringing trouble with him. After a second, however, she stepped aside, held the door open for him. “Come on in, then,” She accompanied the words with a motion of her hand, beckoning him forward. Not an especially warm welcome, necessarily, but not cold, either. “How bad ya hurtin’?” She questioned. The injuries she could see didn’t look terrible, like he’d just gotten into a scuffle. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t in worse shape under the clothes. In fact, considering their line of work, she’d be surprised if all he had was a few bumps and bruises.

[apocalypta-secundus]

A Familiar Face...

Closed Starter for: @resurrectedfiles

Mina and Nayeli were out doing their weekly chores in the village. The older woman was checking up on the citizens of the small mountain village, while the younger one was getting groceries to take home. Everything seemed like it was going at its regular daily pace of slow and not exciting.

Mina would signal to her daughter that it was time to go, everyone had been taken care of. Nayeli had bags of groceries and walked off toward her mother. Though she stopped, smelling blood, "I think someone's hurt?" She called out to her mother, who would take a look around, spying someone out there. Mina stood between her child and the newcomer, this person was familiar, and not a good familiar.

The woman was without her weapon, so it would be difficult to defend her only child without it. However, her daughter had her own tricks as well.

[bigidiotenergy]

"You need to take a break. You and your crew are under my protection for now and every man needs a night to rest." (From Richard)

His men are safe.

There's only 43 of them left, but they all desperately needed a night like this. After so long and so far on a boat. The God even gives them the food they've all been desperately seeking. Food, wine, and one safe night. They're all enjoying themselves. Finding that hope again that they can make it home. Laughing. Enjoying the God's wine.

Odysseus is a bit further away. Just watching his brothers smile after so, so long. He knows he should be with his crew, just... maybe it's better not to for now. To let them relax, to let them forget for at least one night... that their Captain wasn't the reason they're here in so few numbers. It's not until Dionysus approaches him that he gives the other a good few blinks. Then a SMILE, hands coming up in a somewhat dismissive manner. "Me? I'm fine!" He waves his hand a bit. "You don't have to worry about me, Great Orchard God Dionysus! We'll be out of your hair before you know it. Thank you, again, for your generosity."

[therapardalis]

[ @resurrectedfiles from here.] 29. PRIZE : for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. Jake held up the prize for Thera to see. He smiled proudly at her and he held it out for her to grab. "Here. I won it for you just like I said I would." Jake was happy that he was able to win something for her. "This is my first time winning anything at a carnival."

For a second, Thera's jaw fell, then broke just as quickly into a wide smile. Still surprised - startled, even - but delighted along with it as she reached out to take the teddy bear. "You did say ..." She looked at the bear more closely, smoothing the brown plush fur over its forehead before gathering it close to her chest. "Thank you, Jake," Her smile was warm, the bear's round ears tucked under her chin, "he's gorgeous! But ... first time? Really?"

[levixthxn-thegirl]

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@resurrectedfiles

A triumphant but warm smile across Ambrosine’s lips, but she was more glad that he agreed rather than her winning the little argument. But why was he looking her over like that? Was he sizing her up in case he anticipated a fight? He was no condition to fight, and she would already have the upper hand on him anyhow. Or maybe it was her vestments that perplexed him? Changing would probably be best then. She could do that while getting her med kit.

"If you're fit to leave by morning, then okay. But now you'd be putting yourself in danger if you try to leave now. You're in no condition on hold up your own if you had to defend yourself."

"Well", she took a peak outside the kitchen window, standing on her tip toes to get a good enough look and noticed the storm clouds rolling in from the distance. So her nose was right, she did smell rain. "Given the weather, it'll stew and colcannon. Let me get my kit real quick so I can patch you up. I can't have you bleeding out while I make dinner."

[stcclclxws]

Closed Starter for Victor Creed

@resurrectedfiles

"I knew I smelled something like horseshit real close." Logan sniffs the air then tilts his head to the side "I know you're there so you might as well just come on out Sabertooth." He chuckles then and starts walking towards the tree line "I can come in there and get you if you think that would be more fun for you."

[just-asimple-brunette]

"I'll be fine...no, I won't. Pull over I have to throw up." (From whoever you want all the boys are sick today)

 Nelson & Murdock Law Office was always a hectic place to be, bright eyed newly qualified secretary James Burgess loved his job there even moreso with his crush of Matthew Murdock. Lucky for him, James buried these feelings and focused solely on the job at hand, rent was expensive in Hell’s Kitchen plus the secretary was pretty sure Karen liked Matt anyway.

“Hold on!” Pulling into the side of the road, James quickly halted the car and unbuckled his boss. The secretary was helping Matt when they took a funny turn at work though the blind man was reluctant to have any help at all. “Oh God -- are you okay?!”

[griim]

@resurrectedfiles cont.

Glancing over, she sighed. No, they should not keep going. That was the last thing they should do right now. Even if staying here could make them sitting ducks, brown eyes glance around. Everything is deserted, which meant they could use one of these abandoned buildings to conceal themselves, at least temporarily. “See, I don’t think so. You aren’t able to keep up, and if you can’t keep up with me, you are as good as dead, something I am not letting happen. Not under my watch, alright?” Falling back to him, she held out her arm so he could lean against her, if he wanted. “We can use these apartments to keep cover. It's getting dark. So we can hide there for the night. Give your sprain a chance to rest, the more you use it, the worse it will be.”