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His breath hitched, and Alinta felt the flutter of his lashes against her skin. She pulled away, softly - carefully and replaced her lips with a thumb, wiping remnants of the antidote away from his mouth. Would it work? Could he move again? He seemed to be able to talk more now at the very least. If he wanted her to leave, she would - at least Alinta was able to taste him one last time, even if it were tainted by the bitterness of antidote. “You’re okay…” She whispered, and Alinta wasn’t sure who she was trying to tell that to. “You’re okay…” repeating the mantra as she pressed her forehead ag

Warmth. That's what reached him first. It pooled faintly against his lips, bitter, foreign, yet familiar somehow, followed by the ghost of a touch that pulled him from the dark. Jack stirred. His breath hitched as his lashes fluttered open, vision still hazy and trembling around the edges. The faintest light slipped through the curtains, breaking across the outline of someone close, her. For a moment, he didn't move. He just listened. To the quiet rhythm of their breaths mingling, the subtle rustle of fabric when she shifted slightly. It felt unreal, like the world had stilled just f

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A press of her forehead into the nape of his neck gave him the fuel he needed to bound up the stairs with a bit more moxie then it was at first, providing him the strength to make the woman feel almost weightless. Vincent smiles with a flare of pride, that same cocky grin that he always had around her. One that most never would witness and yet she managed to drudge it out of him so easily. That of a man not tarnished in sin, that hid beneath a scowl or aloof stare he always wore. "Of course mi amore, you are the apple of my eye. It pleases me to call you mine, and when you grow possessive the

The instant the smoke hit the air, Jack's hand moved instinctively toward his side, but there was no weapon to draw. Just the weight of old reflexes. The haze settled, and Vex was gone, his voice still echoing faintly like a cruel ghost in the clearing. Jack didn't move at first. The spot where Vex had stood still carried that faint, acrid tang of smoke and sulfur, hanging just long enough to sting back at his throat. His breath came slow, steady, deliberately so. He couldn't give into the adrenaline coursing through him. Not now. "...Papa Tybalt," he muttered, repeating the name qui

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Antidote acquired an hour ago. Turns out a store next door had one, apparently it wasn’t one of the most potent ones; but it would do its job. Alinta rolled it around in her hands, standing before the door to Scars room. No, she supposed it was to Jacks room. How long had she been standing there? How long had she sat in that dark alleyway and cried? Alinta wasn’t good with this sort of thing. Terrible at it really. She didn’t like facing the reality of things, it's why she spent so much time at home, so much time playing video games. Its why she didn’t reach out to many people, and that t

As he sat there in his foyer, Oscar was pulled in two different directions. Torn between writing out his Last Will and Testament and throwing himself back into his work, all he could really think to do was pet his dog. Staring off into space, barely noticing the soft fur of the creature who had curled up beside him and rested his head on his lap. Oscar was a thousand miles away, mind racing at a thousand miles an hour. His movements were jerky, robotic. Simply going through the motions. It reminded him of that first Quest Boss he’d fought. That first real fight. Where it came down to the

“Yeah, I know.” His double reached over and patted him on the shoulder. “But you shouldn’t worry about it. Judging from the reaction time, you got some bomb doctors looking out for you. And hey, you’ve been shot before. Shouldn’t be much worse. Just… uh. We don’t recommend any combat for a minute. At least until this all shakes out.” His double craned his neck, once more listening to a voice that Oscar couldn’t hear. He nodded along, finally hopping to his feet. “Well that’s about it for me. You just enjoy your sick tats and try not to worry about stuff too much. It’ll be fine.

A long silence passed between him and his double. Suddenly, the other Oscar tilted his head to the side, perking up his ears as if he was listening to something. A smile crept onto his face and he nodded quickly. “There we go. Should be back up in… now.” A wave of relief crashed over him. His muscles - tensed from the pain in his chest - relaxed. The burning abated and he felt the strength return to his limbs. Oscar exhaled a ragged sigh of relief, pushing himself up off the floor and rolling onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, doing his best to get his bearings. “So the

“Easy there cowboy.” There was the sound of feet padding over the floor. He tried to crane his neck, to at least lay eyes on the intruder. Again, his body failed him on something so simple. Every attempt to move made that searing pain in his chest roar back with a vengeance. The intruder stepped into view. At first, all Oscar could see was his bare feet. Then, he sat down. A copy of his avatar, though there were a few differences. Dark striations marred his skin, coiling around his body. He looked like those pictures of lightning strike survivors. The electricity having followed the path

His world went dark. Dark static taking over his vision - beginning at the center and bleeding outward. It felt like an eternity, but it must have only been seconds. Another warning flashed over his vision, bright and vibrant against the umbra. This one was purple. Not the warning red that he’d just been subjected to. Error detected. Recalculating. Seconds passed. Vital diagnostics initiated. Results indicate cessation of Cardiac function for 7.8 seconds. My heart stopped. Interference determined to be the result of life-saving measures - presumably via electric shock.

“Attack! Oh Jack!” I gave a fake swoon. “No, no, no…” I tutted him with a single finger. What a simple boring dull minded fool. “Look at you!” With a flourish of a cape and an outstretched hand toward the man. “You’re here! You’re alive! Attack? No, no Mon Cherie! A liberation! To be free!” I twisted my palm and tilted my head, watching as perspective made it look like I was holding his face in the palm of my hand. I crushed it, then dusted it off on my vest. “Don’t accuse my dear sister of such things! She didn’t attack you! She just tried to free you from that….silly…little…pile of m

The day had begun like any other. Oscar rose to greet the dawn, swinging his legs out of his bed. As his feet touched the floor, he raised his arms above his head, shaking out the doldrums from the night’s rest. Strangely, he was in a pretty good mood. Nothing was really weighing on his mind. The stress and anxiety of the Blackbook’s opening night was far behind him. Truly, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He let out a yawn, covering his face as he slowly ambled towards the door. Maybe he’d call up… someone. He could do with a day off. Some good, old-fashioned rest and relaxation.

The door closed with a muted click that echoed far too loudly. The sound reverberated in Jack's skull like a gunshot, fading into silence that pressed down on him until even breathing felt like it took effort. Her scent lingered, a hint of citrus and vanilla, carried faintly by the air she left behind. It was the only proof she had been real, that she hadn't simply been another vision conjured by fever or regret. He wanted to move, to chase after her, to say something that might undo the hollow weight she'd carried in her voice. But his body wouldn't obey. The poison still clung to h

"If she doesn't tickle your fancy... why the interest?" Jack's gaze didn't waver. His tone came low, even, not defensive, but final. "I never said I had an interest. I merely stumbled upon her," he said, the words carrying an edge that almost cut through the air between them. "And she attacked me." The statement was simple, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. The memory flickered at the edges of his mind, flashes of petals, the smell of roses, the pain that followed. His jaw tightened. Meanwhile, Vex swayed from left to right, humming to himself, as if the entire exchange

The rhythmic trio of thuds had Lessa leaping out of her skin. The sound that came out of her mouth wasn’t quite human, and her entire body flinched like a bad stunt double taking a bullet in an old Western film. “Jeeeesus,” she drawled, pressing a hand to her galloping heart. Apparently, she wasn’t quite as cool, calm, and collected as she’d tried to convince herself she was. A little embarrassed, a lot still on-edge, she rounded on Riker. “Someone came up to the door and you didn’t, like, bark or anything?” She jabbed a finger in his direction. “You’re a shit guard dog. Guard wolf. Whatever.”

“You almost lost me?” Alinta shook her head. “You… You were the one being hurt. Hurt by my weapon. Jack.” She snapped. Alinta stood at the door. “I…” Alinta turned away from him. Drawing a long deep breath. It was clear that he was still struggling, barely able to lift his arms. She contemplated leaving then and there, but that would be selfish. Instead Alinta padded quietly across the floor, back toward Scar, barely letting their eyes meet. Too afraid that if they did, she would crumble. Instead, Alinta focused on pushing the bedside table closer, within his reach. Another cup of green t

Thread Closure: Ceres | [Word Count: 7168/5 = 1433.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1] = 5734 EXP Tybalt | [Word Count: 7168/5 = 1433.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1] = 5734 EXP

I hadn't the faintest clue what Alice initially saw in this man. He seemed so uptight, so boring. So rigid and set in his ways. "Such a prison..." I said with a sigh. My initial excitement at messing with the man was beginning to dwindle. I could just stab him and send him on his merry way - the thought of his crystal turning from green to orange as he helplessly attacked the first player he sees ….there was a delight in that… “If she doesn’t tickle your fancy… why the interest?” But would the enhancement hold long enough for him to do so? I wasn’t sure. “Hmmm….Hmmm…” Distracted

A flash of a crystal had whisked the pair away, leaving them both to live another day. Tybalt grimaced against their escape, moving around the now empty landscape A roaring delight mixed with a raging wrath, having been denied a pending bloodbath. The man would turn and see his fair son, who had come fast before they had run. "Thank you my dear boy, for dealing with those ignorant fools.... Troubling your sister with all their DAMN RULES." Releasing his mask he'd hurry his scamper, all to the tune of hideous laughter. For in their haste they had muttered a phrase, the location o

Mari visibly bristled, body tensing almost like a cat - as Sin took away her much needed catharsis in the form of straight alcohol. Everyone around her was relaxed, and having fun but Mari was struggling to fit into the vibe. The other woman commented on wanting to join and Mari turned her attention away to catch the other shot Warren slid back to her, downing it instantly. It didn't help that Oscar said Mari didn't have the 'juice' not even together. Mari had wanted to hold her tongue, to be a little more proper and at least respect her friends wishes, of not sharing his sexual dalliances, bu

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Thread Closure: Raidou | [Word Count: 8178/5 = 1635.6] * [True Tier: 21] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 36065 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 5409 col Aeva | [Word Count: 8178/5 = 1635.6] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1] = 1636 EXP