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“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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Wato jeered, providing Fang with an introduction only he could've come up with. Jokes aside, it was clear how Wato felt about Fang and that, no matter how the rest of the group felt about her, she was going to be along for the ride. Luckily for the rest of them, she would prove valuable in due time. Wato's explanation and introduction for Fang was good enough for now. Most of them understood loss and understood what it meant to find someone… be it a friend or something more. Luke and Aisha weren’t going to stand in the way of that and the way they saw it, the more the merrier, as there wa

"If you had," Sin said, intercepting one of the shots that Warren slid over to Mari. She locked eyes with the red-head, maintaining eye contact as she downed it. She gingerly placed the glass onto the countertop and finally fanned out her cards. As she plucked three from her hand and tossed them over to Warren, she looked up at Oscar and smirked. "I'd be very offended you didn't call. You look like a hell of a lay. And I'm pretty certain we might finally make our esteemed host weak in the knees." "Ladies," Oscar said simply. "You don't have the juice. Not even together." Warren looke

“Cavern of Faeries, huh?” Sin tapped her chin with her finger, crossing the opposite arm over her chest. “That would put it on… Floor Three, then. You ever used a Teleport before?” She didn’t mean to be condescending, but Plum was clearly out of her element - by her own admission. She didn’t know what game mechanics that Plum knew or didn’t know about. Well there was a first time for everything. And Sin was happy to be the Clippy to her Microsoft Word. “Here, this way,” she said as she tilted her head towards the central plaza. Heels clacked against the cobblestones as they made

Plum watched Sin make her great show of bravado, a hint of incredulity slipping through the tired edges of the former's expression. "For the record, my knees were not about to buckle," she said dryly, evidently a little offended by the remark. A pause. She could quip further about not being a damsel in distress -at least, not in instances of social rejection- but to appear spiteful to the woman offering her help was not in her best interests, nor those of the missing players. She needed to segue back to the matter at hand. "I was simply.. biding my time. Re-evaluating my choices. Which now inc

"You can't just stay." “As I please, remember?” Oscar responded. He kept his vigil, his knee bent. She could push him away, if she wanted. And he was terrified that she would. That all of this was for naught. That he would break down whatever tower she isolated herself in and not even be afforded the opportunity to help her pick up the pieces. That she would, when confronted with her storm in all its terrifying majesty, flee from his sight. In his heart of hearts, he didn’t know whether he would be able to suffer that guilt. "You think this is what I need? To cry like a child until

"Next time, let me eat the cherry." Vitalis grinned. "Understood." He was out of his element as Arsine took the lead on the dance floor. Guiding him through the steps, where to place his hands. All the while commanding his attention. She was a very effective instructor. He found himself impressed. The subtlety of her movements were not lost on him. Placing the pair in the stranger's orbit as she walked him through the method. Vitalis nodded along, focused. Fixated. A puzzle to solve. A tactic to employ. Framing it in such a way helped it all come to him so much easier. "Feel tha

“I got to see dragons, today. I wish you were with me. The people I was with were.. Jaded? I think that’s a good word. They – they aren’t like me. They didn’t break down when all this started. They didn’t fail, not like me. They kept going. Fought for, what, years, now? Not like my pathetic ass, coming into the game late and still feeling like I can somehow help. They’ve been up there, on what we call the front lines, putting their lives at stake to try getting everyone out.” Reytac rubbed his face, his shoulders slumped down as he talked. At first he’d been a little excited, falling into his

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