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[j1nxer]

”The boys weren’t bothering you, were they?” Vander asks as he wipes down the counter. “If they were, y’know how… excitable they can be, so I’ll go ahead and apologize on their behalf. Mylo ‘specially is a big fan of yours.” There’s a lighthearted poke at the said person in there, though covered up by Vander’s casual tone. “Hope this place is still to your liking though, hm?” - Alternate universe, if you’re okay with it! :) — @stormduelist

the tray held in the palm of gert's hand, stacked precariously with cups in a variety of shapes, sizes and colours, is slid with practiced precision onto the end of the bar. scarred and calloused fingers from years of string tugging begin to carefully unload each item to place them in coordinated groups as she listens to the droning of idle chatter.

concentration broken by vander's voice, they glance up as they listen to him speak, placing the few remaining cups in their designated group before folding her arms across the bar top. a few minute's break wouldn't hurt — they'd done a drinks round not long ago, so she's sure nobody would miss her if they had to wait a little longer.

" nah, they're all good. " toned shoulders raising and falling in a dismissive shrug, an amused smile tugs at the corner of her lips. " it's all harmless. " it was somewhat endearing; the way mylo seemed to follow her around like a lost puppy, rambling about whatever new science-y invention he and his brother were conjuring up — but that's just how she saw him: a puppy. they're subtly relieved every time powder slides in to redirect the conversation elsewhere. she almost didn't want to let him down, no matter how gently it would be.

the older mans question surprises her somewhat, pierced brow lifting to her hairline for a moment as black — painted nails drum absentmindedly on the marred wood of the bar, a hum echoing in her throat. " yeah, it's nice. " they were never one for many words, but there's very little hesitation in her answer. it paid the bills — kept her and her little brothers afloat and let her, somewhat, pursue their passion for music.

" good people, good money, a half — decent boss. " mirth fills gert's features as she glances pointedly at vander once they mention their half — decent boss. he was better than half decent. understanding about her situation and flexible with the hours he lets her work, even if she rarely ever needed to take advantage of his flexibility. honestly? it was the best job she'd had by far, and she'd verbalise as much if she didn't struggle with it.

[flordivina]

"little witch," a rumble that could be mistaken for thunder and a great storm rolling into the forest were it not for the large beast that towered over her. "you've returned. a gift in and of itself." every word growled out, and if trees could bend beyond their current state, they would be cowering into their own shadows. - warwick :>

—Like a Drop of Ambrosia to quench her aches after the longest of slumbers; it’s the voice of the Old God that goes through her ears, entangling with her veins & cradling the flutter inside her rib cages. It compels her attention among the shaken woods, flora & foliage trembling all around her. & yet her dark lips curl into a smile full of awe & enchantment, genuine joy towards the first to greet her among the familiarity of awaken grounds.

“Oh; Great Wolf ; you honor me with your presence & flatter me with your words once again.” Candid respect & adoration bleeds on her voice; as she would bow to him graciously. Even the feathers of her wings, slightly open in elegant addition to her movement, would seem to tremble below the tranquility, before her golden gaze would return towards him, the Only One the Black Crane would allow to mingle closer enough besides her Sisters. She was a possessive deity after all; caring of her future Vessel to not be damaged nor broken prior to the right time… it had also been the reason her commune with her profane holiness had turned into a long slumber once again.

One day she fell asleep without any goodbyes; couldn’t remember even going to rest... Only to awake on her room’s floor, several months later, covered by withered blossoms, ashes & spiderwebs. Opal, her snake familiar, curled around her body, feeding on any rude little rodent daring to approach her.

—For someone so possessive over her body; the Black Crane wasn’t so thoughtful when she demanded her attention.

“I dearly apologize for my absence, I was unable to return to your presence as soon as I would had preferred, Oh Great Wolf, —but my Patroness required me; her desires never to be ignored...” It was not mere courtesy nor excuse, but unadulterated honesty as she would walk closer towards him, every step a place where darkest of blooms with the sharpest of thorns would bloom. —Her mischief still present, as giving a little swirl of her hand, roses would be placed among the fur near his ear, to little in comparison; but so was her.

“I hope I’m still allowed to Hunt by your side; & Live Deliciously~”

@stormduelist ♥

[dimensionalspades]

@stormduelist said: “Sova!” Jett ducks behind cover, bullets bouncing off the metal plating. Wow, these Alpha agents are terrible shots. “We got company. Be careful! Think they sent the sucky versions of us to take us down. Ha!” - To Omega Sova!

. Sova knew some like Jett, laughing in the face of danger, but she was certainly the most committed. He wasn't always capable of keeping up over long distances, though a few of his more well-timed whistles had gotten a laugh a few times. Most of the time, it just wasn't in him to act similarly.

<Watch> he signed, knocked an arrow and aiming at the slanted plate of the wall above them. He fired, the arrow skimming off then sailing up and over their cover to land on the opposing version of Cypher, the control for his camera short circuiting. He motioned for her to follow across the newly unwatched stretch of hallway.

[galaxythixf]

The agitation she wears comes with good reason and it shows itself through awkward pacing and folded arms. Weight shifts from one side to the other in uncertain stance before Fade's voice interrupts the pattern, causing her to blink and acknowledge she was physically speaking her mind. It embarrasses her just a tad, sharing this too with a hand scratching gently at her cheek and brown eyes avert their gaze to try and explain herself without completely exposing her fears. Fears. She's forgetting who she's talking to.

"Just … a lot on my mind I guess." It's the truth and she struggles to carry the weight of what she really alludes to. The rising sea level of their planet as made her especially eager to do something with the pent up energy that's stored itself within her frame. The Philippines didn't stand much of a chance against the threats of natural disaster and dying Earth and when Legion offered solution she gladly took it. It's what she fights for, what she's here for but that doesn't stop the thoughts that plague her every day. That her absence somehow warrants unrealistic threats to the home she essentially left behind to be here. Neon tries not to let the thoughts drown her but it's hard not to immediately think the worst when she had minimal reason to believe it wasn't happening.

Briefly, a smile shows itself on her lips as she shakes her head. "Nah, she doesn't need me to scare her." She scoffs out of confidence or jest isn't immediately clear but Neon's content nonetheless. "Sorry, I'm just restless. I can't stand waiting around like this waiting for something to happen and I can only do the same things so many times to occupy myself." She doesn't need to wreck havoc on her double but it certainly helped to blow off the steam. "Don't you get like … antsy?" The bouncing creature resting at their heels does manage to bring back the smile that fell, even if momentarily.

starter for @galaxythixf / from here.

"Something on your mind?" They have their chin atop their knuckles as they glance at Neon. "You seem... agitated. Or excited. Or both. You're making Nightmare nervous." It's delivered in such a deadpan manner that anyone unaccustomed to Fade's way of speaking wouldn't know how to react. The shadow by the feet of the chair they're sitting on dances for the briefest of moments; whether in acknowledgement of the comment or something else, there's no other indication of it. Then there comes the urge to run her tongue against the tips of her canines again—she resists.

"If it's about last mission, you know Brimstone decides who goes where. I'm sure you would've loved to have been the one to send your Mirror running. Away."

[kalijhomentethi]

hi!! holds out my multimuse… @stormduelist

[knifvd]

14. there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together - fade and sage mayhaps?

                           ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴅ.  →    @stormduelist

  ۟. ♡               ៶              they've  barely  moments  to  catch  their  BREATHS  ,  and  the  looming  doors  of  the  decrepit  little  cottage  do  NOTHING  for  sentinel  ,  a  look  of  unrest  and  distrust  lingering  on  COUNTENANCE  ;  fatigue  not  even  BOTHERING  to  hide  itself  as  well  .   they've  been  down  this  road  before  :  that  the  inevitablity  of  safety  outweighs  the  UNSETTLING  feeling  finding  it's  way  down  her  throat  and  FORMING  a  pit  in  her  stomach  .  companion  doesn't  speak  .  barely  MOVES  .

  ۟. ♡               ៶               (   not  that  you  blame  her  :   not  sure  if  it's  fear  that  FREEZES  her  or  some  kind  of  lingering  EFFECTS  of  previous  fight  that  still  hasn't  allowed  her  to  be  more  HUMAN  than  monster  ,   so  you  don't  blame  her  .  how  could  you  ?  )    instead  ,  sentinel  will  place  a  hand  on  the  SMALL  of  the  other's  back  ,   trying  to  let  whatever  WARMTH  lingers  in  her  cold  and  jaded  hands  to  comfort  the  OTHER  .  free  hand  will  turn  the  KNOB  ,  and  push  open  the  DOOR  .

  ۟. ♡               ៶              it's  normal  for  the  sentinel  to  be  on  EDGE  ,  even  in  something  that  could've  been  considered  home  to  someone  no  longer  there  :  tea  residue  at  the  bottom  of  teacups  that  still  have  lipstick  stains  ,  dried  and  wilted  flowers  on  top  of  the  TABLE  accompanying  them  like  old  friends  .  smells  of  old  perfume  and  wallpaper  and  secrets  untold  ,  but  the  intiator  makes  a  beeline  towards  smaller  room  in  back  of  COTTAGE  ,  while  sage  runs  a  finger  against  old  mahogany  .  dust  collects  ,  and  she  can't  help  but  make  a  face  . 

  ۟. ♡               ៶         ❛     sage  .  ❜     crass tone  snaps  her  out  of  haze  of  dustiness  and  space  that  has  long  since  had  life  breathed  into  it  ,  as  she  looks  towards  the  initiator  ,  who  motions  to  the  room  .  hopes  for  a  BED  is  dashed  when  she  sees  decrepit  bedframe  and  COMFORTERS  on  top  of  nightstand  with  drawers  have  seemingly  been  stolen  .    ❛     there's  nowhere  to  SLEEP  .  ❜    it  doesn't  take  long  for  her  eyes  to  puzzle  together  a  SOLUTION  ,  scooping  up  blankets  and  ushering  her  out  to  small  couch  ,  placing  it  on  her  lap  .

  ۟. ♡               ៶         ❛      there  is  now  .   sleep  .   i  will  keep  watch  ,  ❜    voice  soft  ,  barely  above  a  WHISPER  as  she  watches  the  initiator  try  and  settle  into  ricketty  couch  ,  as  she  turns  towards  the  DOOR  ...  only  for  fabric  to  be  PULLED  taut  ,  head  to  turn  towards  the  OTHER  .   expression  is  UNREADABLE  ,  and  sage  sighs  .   wordlessly  ,  settles  down  into  the  couch  ,  gentle  HAND  to  pull  the  other  down  ,  and  lie  down  on  her  lap  ,  tucking  stray  hair  behind  fade's  ear  .     ❛      sleep  ,  小梦想家  .   the  world  will  still  be  here  tomorrow  .  ❜   

[phoenixduelist]

Rozália has ties both to the creature of fire & rebirth as she has died once in main verse before even becoming captain (she's not aware as she hasn't been told by her crew who revived her), fire, heat and sun are common associates mainly with her personality and eyes.

However storm is just as fitting; it is the name of her ship, she in whole is similar to the unpredictable, deadly force of nature. Furthermore her unique fencing style can best be described as a storm

[knifvd]

   ۟. ♡               ៶              ❛      i  am  fine  .    ❜        there's  something  ...  OFF  .   relief  should  be  NOTHING  short  of  flooding  through  her  SYSTEM  ,  like  familiar  warmth  racing  through  VEINS  ,  but  there's  nothing  but  emptiness  &  vacancy  ,  especially  after  her  prolonged  absence  after  the  FIGHT  .  (    and  maybe  it's  because  you  know  her  a  bit  more  than  you'd  like  :  a  bit  too  invested  in  the  agents  you  told  yourself  you'd  keep  at  arms  length  ,   you  know  her  more  than  you  SHOULD  ,  and  it  rests  like  a  PIT  in  the  bottom  of  your  THROAT  ,  but  you'll  swallow  it  down  ,   because  there's  nothing  else  for  you  to  do  .   )   SENTINEL  watches  as  the  other  bounds  up  to  her  ,   and  eyes  can't  help  but  follow  her  ,   no  less  surgical  knife  to  slice  the  other  in  half  ,  eyes  flickering  over  every  single  injury  the  other  has  .   it's  a  terrible  HABIT  she's  trained  herself  into  subconciously   ---  find  ,  connect  ,  fix  ,  because  what  else  would  she  do  ?

   ۟. ♡               ៶           eyes  narrow  towards  the  DUELIST  ,      ❛       jett   ,   that  was  WORRISOME   ,    ❜      sage  says  pointedly  ,  slender  hand  REACHING  out  to  grab  at  her  CHIN  :  rather  firmly  ,  pulling  and  tugging  ,  turning  her  face  left  and  RIGHT  ,  looking  for  injuries  INITIAL  assessment  didn't  catch   .   rest  of  PROTOCOL  has  left  for  the  helicarrier  ,  leaving  the  two  alone  in  the  DESTRUCTION  left  behind  in  the  area  .   she  drops  the  OTHER'S  features  with  a  sigh  ,  and  instead  opts  to  TUCK  a  lock  of  hair  behind  her  EAR  ,  but  no  smile  to  come  to  features  ,   WARMTH  lingering  as  an  undercurrent  in  bright  gaze  .     ❛       we   were  --- i  was  worried  about  you  when  we  couldn't  find  you  after  that  last  FIGHT   .     ❜       she'll  admit  ,  albeit  with  the  same  rigor  and  monotone  that  most  of  her  words  usually  hold  .      ❛       i  have  told  you  TIME  and  time  again  that  you  cannot  KEEP  running  off  like  that  ,  小风   (  little  wind  )  ,  look  at  you  .     ❜       

   ۟. ♡               ៶          sigh  tumbles  from  her  lips  ,  one  of  FATIGUE  that  dealing  with  the  other  jett  has  brought  over  the  YEARS  ,   head  canting  to  the  SIDE   ,  as  if  silently  saying  ,  WHAT  AM  I  GOING  TO  DO  WITH  YOU  ,  before  rubbing  the  bridge  of  her  nose  .     ❛      come  ,   let's  go  back  to  the  HELICARRIER  ,  and  i  will  tend  to  the  REST  of  your  injuries  .  please   ,   you  must  tell  me  what  kept  you  so  ...  preoccupied  .   i  did  not  think  you  would  be  GONE  that  long  !       ❜      

starter for @knifvd / from here.

It’s honestly a miracle that a mission like this was approved. The duelist was beginning to wonder when anyone was going to come up with infiltrating the Protocol when every single person there was literally just a copy of them. Yeah, it’s risky and dangerous as hell but so’s every other mission they go on. How’s this one any different?

(Very different. Stopping by another Earth to make it explode is not the same as willingly getting stuck there to gather intel.)

The upcoming skirmish would, in Cypher’s words, set all the pieces in place. Jett would be the pawn to sneak into their ranks and transform into their very own queen. She was less than pleased with being referred to as a pawn though.

As soon as they touched the ground, guns were blazing and the team was in a hurry to get the plan in motion. There were a couple bumps but the Legion somehow managed to get a hold of the other Jett even with all her thrashing and cursing, and so Omega Jett (the better Jett) was sent stumbling over towards the direction of where the Protocol was holing up, where she catches sight of someone familiar.

“Sage!” It comes out as a rough exhale, finally having a moment’s reprieve from dashing around the city. At least she doesn’t have to pretend to need help, with the bullet graze marks along her arm, plus the shallow cuts here and there from debris and kunai that sought to impale her. It was… weird, though, to need help from her own enemy, even when Jett’s supposed to blend in and take her Mirror’s place. “You good? Think I chased ‘em off. Sure showed them not to step on our turf, yeah?”

[kalijhomentethi]

if anyone is interested, i have a multimuse (@stormduelist) with warwick as one of my muses!