#themultiversemerc

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

Natasha looked at him, propped against the beds headboard. It hurt to move, to breathe, to think and all because a mission had to go sideways again. Her face was pale, a sheen of persperation clinging to her side as she gritted her teeth and moved, sitting upright.

"You're propably right. I'm bleeding through the bandage again." They couldn't exactly leave the safe house and get help. "I still think you should cauterize the wound. That would at least keep me from bleeding out." Her smile was weak, though her humor still intact, heart always stubborn even when her body was starting to fail her.

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

"I'm genuinely asking this, not just trying to antagonise you.

Do you ever regret betraying or abandoning those who cared for you or called you friends?"

"No."

Straight forward enough, though he quickly surmises that he needs ti offer more than just a single worded answer.

"I had a job to do - and a part of it required taking cover under a false alias. I crafted the illusion of someone that I wasn't in order to avoid detection and suspicion. But behind closed door, when the uniform got peeled away each night: I was still another man under it. A serpent waiting in the blades of tall grass. Bidding my time.

I knew even before taking the assignment that there were risks and there would be sacrifices. But I had my goals to focus on and that was all that mattered to me. It was more important than the perceived bonds I had forged - greater than myself and the people who had glued themselves to my person.

In truth I did not care: they were fond of an optical illusion - a man who did not truly exist.

Progress requires sacrifices - some of them larger than others. I am not the first to rely on treachery in order to accomplish a task and I shall not be the last either. It is a tool, just the same as any."

[traumamade]

@themultiversemerc sent

send  [shove] : sender’s muse roughly pins receiver’s to the wall 

"I'm playing a hunch. Don't hit me."

What the hell? Leon grunts as he's roughly shoved back against the wall, with Arch's hands pinning his own on either side of his head. He blinks at the other, suddenly feeling very awkward and flustered by the whole thing.

"Kind of hard to hit you with you pinning my hands down. You could at least take a guy to dinner first." No, it's not hard to get free, not really. They both know he could get out of this and deck him within seconds but he's curious about this hunch.

"What hunch?"

[line-of-fire]

“You’re not what they say you are.”

"Then what, pray tell, do you think I am?" Sparrow cocks her head, sharp eyes piercing into Arch's. Her accent lays heavy on her tongue, the one shred of authenticity she allows herself when wearing this mask.

She wasn't ignorant of the rumors and theories; she couldn't afford to be. Not when her reputation as both a vindictive criminal and a ruthlessly efficient contractor was what allowed her to find work and kept her on wanted lists across the globe.

Not that she was bothered by the allegations. For the most part, they were founded in truth and well she could live with becoming a sort of urban legend if it made the right people less likely to abandon their own for personal gain; if it caused an actual change for the better in her lifetime. They could call her whatever they wanted, she knew what she was, why she fought against the leaders of her home country. She was okay with being alone in that if it meant she was the only one facing the threat of the firing squad at the end of the day.

[ruinouss]

Starter for @themultiversemerc

A dull, throbbing ache began to settle deep in her muscles and bones while beads of sweat regularly trickled down the sides of her face. Strands of her dark auburn bangs clung to her forehead and temples like a nest of slithering snakes. A ghastly cry pierced the air which was then followed by a chorus of unholy wails from the neighboring blocks. The undead were on the move, forming a new horde as they searched for any remaining living to feast on. The only comfort she had at this point was knowing the reinforced doors would hold until they were able to catch their breath and move to the next safe house.

"Damn..." she panted, hinging at her hips and doubling forward. Her hands gripped her knees as her hair cascaded over her shoulders to create a curtain around her face. Her legs trembled after exerting them beyond her typical limit as she and her companion, Arch, raced through the center of the city. Dealing with the undead was easy enough as one well-placed bullet or strike to the head would stop living and undead in their tracks but a horde of zombies was another thought. And now, one of the Evolved was rallying them with its siren's cry. The best course of action would be to lay low and hope they went the opposite way.

"I'm runnin' low on ammo. Don't suppose ya know if any shops in the area may have some?" she inquired, lowering herself down to the cool cafeteria floor. Two of the heavy double doors had several tables and chairs piled in front of them to prevent anyone or anything from coming in without some effort.

[uncxntrxllable]

@themultiversemerc liked for a starter from Henry! 🧐

❝ So... If you don't mind me asking, ❞ Henry begins, leaning back on the chair, pressing the sole of her shoe to the coffee table, then she gently pushed against it to lean the chair back into the wall directly behind. ❝ Where exactly are you from? Were you... Still around before the war? ❞

[themultiversemercs]

what difference does it make? - from henry

"It makes all the bloody difference, darling." His tone was stern, almost authoritarian as he pulled a fresh speed loader from his pocket to slam expertly into his magnum, before relaxing in his stance just a little.

"It's what separates us from the enemy. From those who seek only chaos. From those who would hurt those we love." He held out a hand to offer Henry back to her feet.

"So let's keep up the fight. Every second they don't have us dead is another second they've failed."

[survivorofstars]

@themultiversemerc

Location: Raccoon City

The rain was heavier than it was an hour ago, and Jill found herself soaking wet from running through the streets of Raccoon City. The sound of combat boots thumping against wet concrete could be heard from afar, although Jill knew the wrong ears were going to hear it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her chest heaved with each strained breath she took, her throat screaming for a drink of water.

She couldn’t stop, or she’d be dead.

“S.T.A.R.S!”

The sound of the Nemesis bioweapon screaming for the lone S.T.A.R.S member filled the quiet city, resulting in Jill to pick up her pace down the abandoned road.

“SHIT!”

She screamed out, nearly hobbling towards the entrance of the RPD parking lot. The main entrance was closed, so the only way in would be to go through the underground parking lot.

However, upon turning the corner, Jill quickly noticed that the gate was shut and locked, and she knew for a fact she would not be able to get it open.

But, for tonight, luck was on her side.

Was that a person behind the gate?

“Hey!”

“HEY!”

She screamed out, waving her arms as she trampled down the ramp, all while Nemesis was on her tail.

“OPEN THE GATE!”

[noonegetsleftbehind]

🍆 

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude - Still Accepting

[ Darling ] hello to you too

[ Darling ] you have a gorgeous cock, but it looks kind of lonely

[ Darling ] want me change that? i just got home

[txngledbxnds]

"there you are, darling!"

Duchess looked up from the book she was studying, sitting under a tree in the grounds of the mansion she and various other mutants called home. She smiled as Arch approached, putting the book to one side and getting up to race into his arms. "And here you are," She grinned, pressing her forehead lightly against his. "I needed to get out of the mansion for a bit. Please tell me you've come to take me to a nice beach resort, that allows no children. I love them, but sometimes even I need a break. Bonus points if nudist colony." She smirked at him, joking about the nudist colony bit.

[biosurvive]

@themultiversemerc

Raccoon City in the fall was the best, the slightest of crisp air, the smell of autumn flavored desserts wafting from the bakeries and storefronts. It was no wonder why it was Chris's favorite season, and the lack of super fond family memories tainted with the passing of his parents didn't weigh him down like winter and summer. He felt weightless as he walked the streets of downtown, bumping arms with Arch every so often as he peered into each store's window, wondering if he had any need to buy anything on his salary. Still, window shopping was free, and he was already debating holiday gifts for the people that mattered most, even if those holidays were a month away.

" You going to do anything for Halloween? " He asks, purposely bumping arms again and cocking a grin over at his companion. " Costumes? Parties? Hot date? "

[birdonawiresara]

“You could’ve just said that from the beginning,” Sara muttered, all the while thinking that she was lucky that she hadn’t developed a fear of heights after being shot full of arrows, falling off of a building, and dying. As for the brunette woman’s comments, she gestured to their surroundings before commenting, “I doubt it.” She was not going to deny that she worked with some really innovative people who came up with really innovative ways to defeat their opponents. But what Arch had access to? What his connections had access to? It put the phrase ‘over-the-top’ to shame, and this was coming from someone who’d traveled through time. As for the rules of engagement, she fell silent, ignoring the phrase fifth freedom completely and instead focusing on what came after which had her shaking her head, “No. No avoiding collateral damage, there is no collateral damage. And no lives are ended that aren’t a danger - that don’t put the universes and everyone in them in danger, that can’t be contained in some way. Or I’m out.”

—End of Thread

There were a couple of chuckles coming from the other gents before they settled down. Sara’s Arch leaned in to speak softly to her. “HALO jump is high altitude, low open. Basically jump from a height so high they won’t see us on radar. An APEX jump is much lower, but much faster. We’ve got some jump kits to avoid using chutes, and it’d give us the advantage when on the ground, too.”

“I swear, one day we’ll infiltrate some place in a normal fashion.” The brunette female who sat by another Arch laughed at 001’s insane suggestions, two emblems on her vest of BSAA and STEALTH.

“Well Grandad, the target is going to be like Fort fucking Knox. What are the rules of engagement?” The younger Fane’s Arch spoke up next. Grandad’s face seemed a little cold, determined. “Fifth freedom. Full and true. If you deem it necessary, you have complete authority to end lives. Do not hesitate, but of course avoid collateral.”

[godsiick]

🫢

(Muse is dealer's choice!)

Send 🫢 for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed ! || Accepting

"Give me a minute-- Ah-! Oh my god-!" She didn't expect to see a stranger standing in her doorway, to say the least. With her hands covering her chest, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest from the sudden fright. She was absolutely frozen in place, wide-eyed and terrified.

She managed to suppress her terror for long enough to rationalize-- He probably just had a meeting with her brother. "I-if you're looking for my brother, he-- um-- He should be just down the hall..." She hoped to god he was just someone that associated with Vance, and not someone breaking in.

[themultiversemercs]

“How long have I been out?” - @line-of-fire

The previous sounds of gunfire and chaos had been silenced, replaced with the hum of the florescent lights and medical equipment, an IV precisely worked into her arm and her clothes replaced with some more akin to lounge clothes than anything one could expect in a hospital.

"About 2 days. You took a serious hit out there, you bloody lunatic." A blonde medic was checking the monitoring equipment connected to her, his metal left hand freezing against her skin. "Arch has been worried sick." Once he had made sure she was okay to sit up properly he began removing some of the unnecessary items from her and setting them aside.

"What do you want to eat? You'll be starving once your body catches back up."

@line-of-fire

[survivorofstars]

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CAN WALK?!”

the words left Jill’s lips in an angry flurry, irritation glazing her eyes as she looked up at him, realizing how cruel she just sounded

“I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m in fucking PAIN!”

Despite the agony she was in, she hoisted herself onto her feet, a yell squealing from her lips.

Her leg was definitely broken.

[huntresscaraquinn]

“I do,” Cara replied with a nod of her head, having finished setting the table. “And maybe that’s why we get on so well, because we know what it’s like to be in that position. To feel that way. But if you were this bad person that you make yourself out to be, this person that only hurts other people, we’d be on opposite sides. However, as it stands, you’re the only person I’ve allowed into my life.” At his comment about tea being a soulful, social drink, she smiled, “Thank you! It’s so nice to be around someone who appreciates the truly important things in life - one of the things that makes life worth living. Because very few things are better than a good cup of tea.”

—End of Thread

He listened to her explanation with interest, his heart warming smile gracing his features while putting some of the chopping up mixture into the pan once it had gotten to a decent temperature. “I suppose given the kind of things I’ve done, the blood never really comes off your hands, even if it’s just mentally, you know?”

Once the egg and vegetable mixture was happily sizzling away he let out a chuckle at her last comment. “Of course you can have a proper cuppa. It’s such a soulful, social drink.”