11/17/2019 01:39 PM  Revolving - stupid drabble (w/ Kriet!) Stepping forward onto the hood of the car the police detective gave a tired huff taking seemingly strained effort to catch his breath and move to position himself into view overlooking the present situation taking place before him - a number of unpleasant murderous vampires and a young woman. Gentleman though he was he wouldnt just sit back - not that James Kriet NEEDED or WANTED help particularly. "You know...I would quite readily be against my whole 'police officer' job title if I were to just stand by and let the lot of you do this whole 'ambush' thing against a lovely young woman..." the detective spoke up from the rear of the crowd - a handsome young man dressed in a well tailored suit that hugged his form with a oilskin duster over it not unlike the old style cowboys - his hands raised to air quote the word ambush as he spoke. "F*** YOU, SKINBAG..." one of the would be assailants snarled out as some of the attention was momentarily drawn away from the Butcher - James Kriet. Mike however could only huff in response lowering his hands from the air quotes to his sides. "And there we have it...it all comes down to sex...f*** you and f*** you and f*** you...but in the end we all feel so mutually disappointed...like a bad prom date...whether with a male with a tiny d*ck or a girl with a snatch that has gnashing teeth...but in the end its just another passage in a revolving passage of time itself...but you know what I love about revolvers?" Mike inquired his hands at his hips under his coat. "...Whats that?" the assailant snarled clearly getting more and more irritated by the human cop speaking up. "...Unlike the standard issue...They dont jam." Mike gave a slight grin quick drawing forward the revolver from his hip as a runic pattern arose blazing with majestic light along the surface of the weapon as one by one in succession he would hip fire against the fielding of the ambush. Each round hurtled as shot after shot were launched from the barrel of the revolver which glinted with a faint blue light along the engravings his free hand feathering the hammer to rapid fire shots which radiated with light as they emerged and slammed into the chests and backs of the targets some even piercing through the first to strike at those behind them. "Your turn, Slayer!" Mike let out a yelp as those hit by the rounds erupted in explosions of white hot light and ash - while the detective maneuvered to duck behind cover in order to reload. As he flicked his wrist while crouching low the cylinder flicked out and with a tip of his hand the steaming white hot remnants of the runically carved casings tumbled out sizzling as they landed in the dirt at his feet as with a gesture of his hand rounds engraved with a sun on its base flicked from his belt and into the cylinder which he flicked again to close readying. 0 Comments  Report Post

10/12/2019 06:15 PM  Writing Sample: Starter for Cinnabon! (Lately ive been feeling really off on my writing...bashing myself more than normal for every time that people abandoned stories or belittled me for even the smallest flaws in what I wrote. Often people would treat me like garbage which made me delay my other posts for people. This one I ALMOST feel at least half decent about and decided to share it...) Detective Mike Hawke...had seen all that hell had to offer...all that it had to present to itself...among the imaginings and realities of the world in which he lived and the idealized and truest forms of hell. Bearing mute witness to the worst things humanity held to offer few truly knew or understood what the detective had been through but the more he was coming to understand the magic of the world around himself the more his perspective was starting to be influenced as he saw the infinite possible realities between the worlds like a prism tuning in the possibilities of every ticking of the clock in which the quartz was imprisoned. That October day had been a chill day while the detective had been called out to assist and report in on the report of a body found in a parking garage. With a number of detectives looking over the situation in particular - Ella Lopez gathering evidence of the victim itself - the plain clothes officers gathering witness statements and closing off the area to keep the press back and away from the scene. Standing among the scene Detective Mike Hawke's eyes rose trailing over the situation in which he had found himself knowing he would certainly be looking forward to coffee when he could get away from this situation. Dressed in his well tailored suit his over coat danced slightly on the breeze damp rain touched breeze hinting at the rain that was yet to come. It was a rather typical scene and he was sure he wouldnt be needed soon enough... It was a movement sudden though it was as a figure lunged out from under and between several vehicles making a break for the exit stairway from the parking garage. Lunging forward shoving Ella Lopez who stumbled forward imbalanced by the impact sent forward towards an empty spot where parking cars had broken the railing away sending her pitching forward over the edge of the parking garage. Two fingers of Mike's hand at his belt brushing the surface of his badge at his waist where it was tucked into his belt - a glint of light that radiated for only a breath as the second hand of the folex on his wrist clicked forward...and stopped. Tick...tick...--- It was a rumble - like air consistantly tumbling in upon itself shifting inward in a steady rolling effort of effectiveness - like the very heart of a hurricane ever present and strengthening in the last vestiges of itself. Building inward as the very air he was reaching through seemed to rip and tear at his arm like a tunnel of razors spiralling. It was a sacrifice - reaching out between two planes with an unshielded limb as his magic helped him to reach out through the most complex series of magic in the most simple effort. For the rest of the world in the moment he reached into the domain between the realities everything had frozen much in the way Amenadiel froze time in his presence but this wasnt angelic and wasnt limitless or without cost. 'Six Seconds...' the detective thought to himself as in one aspect of the reality in which he was presented with he had seen her - watching how Ella Lopez would stumble forward tripping over the edge to descend towards the pavement below the furthest railing of the parking garage to splatter as the body of the girl erupted like a blood filled water balloon on the pavement. Fingers curling gripping the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back muscles tensing. Like a round of combat in the pop culture game dungeons and dragons he had to do everything he could in the same span of time. From between two realities he gripped Ella Lopez' waistband of her pants and pulled as in one reality Ella Lopez in the moments to follow would tumble certainly to her death - in the reality that was tumbling to fit in Detective Mike Hawke had rapidly crossed the pavement of the parking garage the suspect stumbling in the breath to follow the impact to shove Ella as Mike reached Ella and pulled her towards him away from the ledge. ---...tick...Tick In a moment...an instant of time unlocking...Ella Lopez was pulled towards the detective pulled to his chest with an arm drawn arouund her and as time released once more a mirror exploded in the fragments of what time snapped like a bungee cord between the detective and the realities the erupting sound drawing the attention of plain clothes officers to grab the fleeing suspect while for Ella Lopez there had been a moment in time where she had stumbled forward only to be pulled back versus hurtling off the edge of the parking structure. With one arm drawn around her waist he had pulled her back and away from the threat of a life lost to the cold filthy pavement below - the other arm hidden by the length of the sleeve of his coat felt cold as the slivers of crossing between the realities of worlds drew the all too familiar hint of crimson that graced down his flesh to drip towards the concrete beneath him. "...Miss Lopez..." Mike Hawke spoke calmly and clearly pausing to take a look towards her a haze of amber and bronze glinting to momentarily glow in his eyes, "...are you alright...?" 0 Comments  Report Post

09/03/2019 10:45 PM  Truth about Kalika After two weeks of having Kalika on my friends list I saw that every day for a week she had an abusive rant against Marvel verse and any person that played in them. Not wanting to see this abusive behavior mocking and belittling every player in a verse I messaged her privately about the fact that I would be deleting her... She followed this up by posting a stat about how she didnt deserve or want to live... Recently I was told to look again and saw she has THIS stat... Her targetting me in stats spreading lies claiming I bullied and abused her when I never told her she should die nor did I threaten her in any way is in fact bullying and further abusive on her part. 0 Comments  Report Post

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