#slxver scrxm

[mixtapejunkie]

It was a regular occurance at this point; being sent out to interview the surviving family members of his victims, to gauge whether they would be additions to the ever growing corpses that amounted in his list.

Last night's victim: some asshole named Clive. A dead beat who, to his knowledge just picked up some random kid in favor of the government checks they always supplied him for taking in the poor sap.

Not that Danny had any empathy; he didn't even realise there was anyone else inside last night aside from Clive, and thus had left without checking to ensure any and all survivors were eliminated.

But, that would be an issue for another day. Not like this kid knew who he was outside of his ghostface attire.

Thus, here he was, as "Jed" from the gazette, wearing a look of concern so fake, one had to really know him to tell something was off.

"Frank Morrison I presume?"

(ok but the discord convo last night gave me an idea for a verse thread im sorry lmao)

Frank looked up at the stranger and he felt his shoulders sag. "You're wasting your time. I didn't hear anything, he'd beaten the shit out of me. I was out cold in the shitty little room he gave me."

He gestured to the livid bruise blossoming over his cheek and left eye, looking down at the writing. "Can I just let you read this? Statement for the police report." He offered weakly.

[streetslost]

@slxver-scrxm

            "COME ON, dude, y'made me drop my burger. in a puddle." if it wasn't now sopping, she totally would have reclaimed it and continued her eating. sidewalk sandwich wouldn't have been the WORST thing cat had devoured... but the idea of sopping wet bread full of rainwater even had her scrunching her expression. ick... perhaps she ought to have been more concerned about the guy, but d i s a p p o i n t m e n t was the only veil presently worn, lips pressing a thin line. eventually, the street rat would tilt attention upward. "y'owe me."

[starlixir]

✵

Impressions, Impressions!

❖

Their first impression of your muse: ❝What a strange person, but he seems quite bizarre at my condition. Hopefully I didn't scare him off.❞

Current impression:   ❝Ohmygosh! He is my friend and I require that he comes with me wherever I go. Still a bit strange and probably annoyed with how I am, but he seems to be tolerating how annoying I am by far. So, that's worth something, right? Hopefully~!❞

Are they attracted to your muse?:  ❝As a friend, yes, but anything beyond? No, not really.❞

Something they find frightening about your muse: ❝Something about him seems......off. I can't explain what and he's not telling me. I hate to find out that he is some kind of undead, who is planning to steal my soul!❞

Something they find adorable about your muse:  ❝Everything? A good answer, yes, yes!❞

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  ❝Duh. Not that I can't be killed at the moment, but my point still stands.❞

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  ❝Platonic dates. Rather, I guess that's just plain old hangin' out. He doesn't seem to be keen on doing mundane stuff or rather, he doesn't seem to be the type. Oh well, he's going to do so with me.❞

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  ❝Weird. Strange. Funny. Amazing.❞

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: ❝Is it one of those challenges where I get a billion dollars to slap someone? If so, then, yes. I hope he understands, but otherwise, nah.❞

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: ❝Huuuuuuug~!❞

[crashandswirl]

don't give me that look . (For Cass lmao. It'd be funny to see two murderers interacting lol)

Unless you were Cassandra's mother, telling her to do something almost always resulted in the opposite. Or death. Perhaps both. It depended on her mood and whether or not she had an empty stomach.

So, as expected, the words did nothing to wipe the look off Cassandra's face, which was akin to that of a lion watching its prey. "I'll give you whatever look I please, manthing," was her immediate reply. She didn't care much for most men—except for the way their flesh and blood tasted.

"That sad little knife doesn't frighten me. It looks like a children's toy. So plain, too. Why not pick something more interesting to hunt with? Was that all you could find, or is this simply a matter of poor taste, hm?"

[ripgray-moved]

freeing canon characters from material squad when bestie

right now bestie, i've made shirts and everything!

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?

Although Rain didn't feel as though her life was going much of anywhere anymore, her answer would have been the same if she was asked back when she was a cop thinking she'd be able to do some good and get into S.W.A.T., or when she was one of Sanitation's commandos, blissfully unaware of how fucked up the Umbrella Corporation really was.

"My life's..." she pushed her baseball cap up just far enough to scratch at the dime-sized bullet scar on her forehead, "a boxin' match. One I've been trainin' for all my life, y'know? I bring my best. I know I've got a mean swing. I get in a lotta good hits. I block what I can, but the dude I'm up against gets good hits in, too. His fists just keep comin'. I get knocked down again and... fuckin' again. But I always get back up. No matter how close the count gets to ten, I always find my footin'. Even when I don't think I have it in me anymore."

[madxwonderland]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@slxver-scrxm ❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜ (hallo i love your blog! ;w; )

Alice glanced around, the words putting her on alert. "Well I would appreciate it if that something or someone would just come out. I dislike being watched. I dislike things jumping out at me even more."

It was dark, the moon barely illuminating her surroundings thanks to the trees blocking its light. But Alice always found her senses more heightened when she was on edge. Like the cat says: when she's not on edge, she's taking up too much space. It's a good think she spent her life perpetually on edge. Her paranoia never let her put her guard down.

[penniesfortheferryman]

"I was just on my way to get some ice cream, but I heard you near by. Figured I should come say 'hi'."

Kharon says casually, bringing his boat to a slow stop near the other. Bright eyes looking up at them as a tiny smile sets on his lips. There really was no reason to be here, besides the fact that Kharon was just curious as to what they were up to. And he had a nasty habit of letting his curiosity get the better of him.

@slxver-scrxm // Closed.

[mixtapejunkie]

"Dweet! Dwight, it's his nickname, you know, it's a...cute thing." Frank turned to look at the vial which was full of something. He shook his head. "That...no, it's just food colouring in some oil, it won't hurt you. I did steal the empty vial from Talbot...but I washed it out real good." He assured Danny, moving to tilt it this way and that. "There's some glitter inside too."

He did not want to have some random 19 year old dropped him, much less also deal with a strange witch, but the entity had different plans. Maybe it was an experiment of sorts that it was conducting, perhaps it was bored.

Either way it did not change the fact that he was here now, with this speedy mc lunatic who just barged into his own space in the fog, and fir the first time, Danny was at a loss on what to do. He wasn't used to taking care of others, so he just observed Frank warily out of the corner of his eyes.

Frank was 'helping' to organise the things that he'd brought to gift to his new friend. Things stolen from survivors, gifted in the times he let people escape. A 'fidget spinner', a vial of some serum, gadgets and gizmos that he placed carefully on a shelf that was empty. He turned to grin at Danny, and gave him a thumbs up. "That Dweet even gave me a game...I don't think it's a real game, though, it's too tiny!"

[starlixir]

He is holding out bread and some sweets. "Listen, if you stop fucking dying, I'll give you these. Just stop for one day."

Nova is eyeing the bread and the sweets being held out to her. An offering. A deal to be made. It seems reasonable. She could do it with these foods being offered to her in exchanged. Licking her lips, she moved her gaze upwards to ensure she's listening and not having thoughts filled with how delicious these things could taste. Probably be gobble up in a second.

❝Fiiine, I'll try my best to stop for a day. Will there be more of these coming throughout the day then or this is it?❞ In other words, she might be trying to figure out a loop hole here.

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @slxver-scrxm )

Arriving in the fog hadn't killed its urge for treasures, for shinies, for weapons. It was a truly insatiable need that awoke every time the goose knew there was a chance for treasures, no matter how small. For thatt reason, he shouldn't have wasted his breath trying to tell the goose that it could take from the survivor. This was partly because the goose's quest for treasures had already almost made it start hounding him for more things, and partly because the goose didn't understand a word he said.

As if the goose was trying to make it obvious that it understood absolutely nothing, it stared up at him with those beady, blank little eyes that were empty of impulse control and sense. For once, they weren't fully empty of intelligent life; if he'd looked hard enough, he might have been able to see the wheels in its head turning as it decided whether or not to use its new gift on its new friend; it was a unstable loyalty, after all.

Since this guy wasn't screaming and running away, wasn't trying to escape it, and had given it the knife in its beak, the urge that'd been lit like a fire when it first arrived would have to be satisfied by someone else, and not its new ally. It gave him a muffled honk through the handle of the knife.

[ripgray-moved]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND! (im probably late because im running on crack time zone time rip)

nah, you're bang on time for me, it's only three hours in! thank you very much, mate, i hope you have a very happy first of halloween!

[agnoia]

"How come you only call me when someone's dead?" - @slxver-scrxm

" that’s not true. i invited you to dinner last week. nobody died. and let’s be honest, you have experience. i have.. significantly less. if you’d rather me not call, then just say so danny. " she looked over at him, her gaze skeptical. " besides, how often have you called me because someone ran into your knife? "

[agnoia-moved]

" if you want a drink you’ll have to make it yourself. i don’t have and coffee here. but i do have some monster juices in the fridge. maybe a ghost or two. or, if you feel up to it, we can go to a coffee shop. " it’s pumpkin spice season, and while she won’t admit it aloud, she has a bit of a weakness for it. " whaddya think? " // @slxver-scrxm

[penniesfortheferryman]

"This is the space between worlds, more so the space where souls typically are guided through to get to the Underworld. Or, the afterlife if you wish to call it that. But I use it to travel when I am not working, it helps to save time, since time doesn't work the same here. A trip that would normally take hours, takes just seconds." He explained, looking around them at the empty space. Filled right now only by only them and the rolling fog acting as water under his boat.

A short laugh leaves shim, "Do I look like a reaper? Wait, don't answer that." He tilts his head and smiles.

"No. I am Kharon, the Ferrymen of the Underworld. I am simply a guide. I ferry the souls of the dead so they are not lost, so they can make it to where they have to be. I don't determine death, nor do I take anyone that is not... ready." He paused, "Right now I am on a break, so don't worry." @slxver-scrxm

"So what exactly is this?" He had a faint idea of what, however he was not entirely sure. He was never a big proponent of the supernatural, barely believed in any form of afterlife, delegating such nonsense thoughts as ludicrous; a fairytale for those who fear the dark, and wish for comfort after the torture. Maybe....this was all just a delusion; his overactive thoughts after one too many restless nights, and now he was paying for it through....whatever this is.

Or maybe, he just didn't want to admit something of his own....

"You....some sort of reaper or something?"

Yes, that was a foolish notion on his part, since unbeknowest to him, Danny was existing on borrowed time. While most would fade into the void at a certain point, his spirit is still against the current, though every cell says it’s alright to give in. And if the murderer looks closer, he knows why.

@penniesfortheferryman

[mixtapejunkie]

"Frank i swear to god if you say one more weird slang bullshit I don't understand, I'm going to lose it."

"Based." Frank shoots fingerguns, and smirks under his mask. "What, do I give you the ick? OK, Boomer. Fuckin' no rizz havin', salty fuck."