✪ we will remain. | multi-fandom superhuman rp. [v.2]

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Valkyrie Cain ¦ 15
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location: bookstore ¦ tags: Meda Stone, open
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Not a single muscle in the girl's body loosened for even a second. Her senses were all on edge - listening to every word, observing every move. She made a mental note of Meda's fangs before they retracted back into her upper jaw - large, pointy and loaded with venom. As deadly as they get. Nobody would want to get on the wrong side of whoever they belonged to. Valkyrie stood perfectly still for a few moments so she could assimilate the situation she'd found herself in.

She had seen dozens of monsters and almost all of them only wished for her complete and utter annihilation upon first setting sight on her. Meda appeared to be anything but such a bloodthirsty beast - instead of starting a massive fight she stopped to have a civil chat, giving out key information about herself. Unexpectedly non-hostile of her, surely. Besides, she was indeed the only other living creature around in what could be miles of an urban maze-like system of twists and turns. Having backup in case anything unexpected happens would be a wise move, considering the teen's own habit of attracting danger. So she didn't have much of a choice other than to find some common ground with the snake lady.

For starters, she relaxed her own stance slightly, lowering her fists and shoulders and taking a moment to assimilate everything Meda said. So she started out with what they both had in common. "I'd love to have a nice chit-chat with you about your species and practices but I've got a teeny-tiny problem here." she said in a friendly tone, slightly waving around the large book in her hand. "I fell asleep at home and then woke up in an alleyway around the corner. As you might guess, that's more than a little concerning. It sure isn't nice to be transported away from your bed and onto some shady street, don't you think?" the girl said, trying to bridge the gap between two very different creatures who shared the same issue.

She looked at the tome's cover for no particular reason other than to calm her nerves a little. The frustration that had been building up inside of her ever since the initial shock of finding herself on the street faded away was starting to show. She pinched the space between her brows and closed her eyes, trying to come up with a loose plan. With her striking amount of time spent around a colorful diversity of lowlife criminals she had basic motivations of forming an alliance cemented in her mind. First thing's first - the common goal.
Neither she, nor Meda could just go sightseeing in a mysterious, lifeless city and call it a day. They needed a place to stay and provisions. "I don't know about you but I say we should get some food and water first and then find a place to stay at." That shouldn't pose much of a challenge, she presumed - if every shop in the area was open just like the bookstore the two of them didn't even need to break into then that counted as a convenient start. "We can find a, uh... a substitute for a cauldron along the way. I'm sure pots can be found in abundance on the market here." Yup. Nailed it.
All the time spent talking and not doing anything was making the sorceress restless. The sooner she and Meda got down to business, the better. But before they'd done that, she did what she should have right from the start, as with any normal, civil chat. "The name's Valkyrie Cain, by the way."

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| 1000+ | Male | DBS | Tags: Lucifer, Bruce, Jason
❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎❞

Though the assassin expected this Hood character to continue his resistance, he held onto a sliver of hope that the other would have the sense to see his point. All the hope was in vain it seemed, as the Red Hood lashed out towards Hit, his words laced with venom. The inhuman wasn't fazed, catching the sharp of his opponent's switchblade between two fingers. "Clearly I'm the only one in my mind." He plucked it from his hand with little effort, leaving him disarmed. Hit flicked the switchblade aside and returned his hand to its pocket; his other had yet to leave its sheath. "Drop your pride; this isn't about a superior choice." Hit was normally very patient, but in all the centuries he'd lived, this was definitely a first. At least the two tournaments he'd participated in had some prior warnings, even if it was only a few days in advance. Red Hood was only wearing the assassin's patience thin. "I want out of here just as much as the rest of you, but that won't matter if we die first. Look around you. Anything could be lurking here in the dark waiting for another victim. The first step to escape is survival, and there's strength in numbers." Sensing his point wasn't getting across, the padding of Hit's patience finally gave way. He grabbed the Hood by the front of his collar and hoisted him off the ground with one hand, holding him so their eyes met evenly, or as evenly as Hit could determine from behind the mask. Even if the difference in height was slight, he intended for the action to intimidate, given the show of strength. "I don't care who you were before you came here. You're stuck here with the rest of us and I don't trust you or this place to keep that boy safe. I can sense your energy and it's pathetic." The martial artist dropped Hood back to the ground, pivoting on one foot to put some distance between himself and the other before he did anything more reckless. "My offer still stands." Even if the Red Hood's stubbornness drove him up the wall now, he'd yet to give Hit any reason why he shouldn't deserve an equal shot at survival. But if he did accept the offer and continued to cause problems, he wouldn't hesitate to kill Hood himself.

[Superwholock21]

-Feel kinda bad for getting busy and forgetting this existed. Oops!

Rin Okumura//Blue Exorcist (Anime)//16//Tagged: Xeria Dream & Dug
"Woah, an alien?" Rin perked up, grinning excitedly. "That's so cool! What planet are you from? What's it like?" He completely breezed over her pointing out his demon heritage as the dog spoke up. "So you can speak! That's so cool! Are you, like, magic or something?"

Carson Joseph Queen//Arrowverse AU//Apollo (In uniform/Unmasked)//17//Tagged: Kei, Hal, Asha
As the tension in the room slowly dissipated, Carson released the tension on his bow and eventually felt relaxed enough to actually replace the arrow in his quiver, though he still held onto his bow. When Kei introduced him, he waved to the others, grateful that he hadn't had to introduce himself and thus rely on Kei to try and translate. He didn't mind being introduced by his real name; at this point, aliases seemed pointless. Hence why he had introduced himself as Carson rather than Apollo to Kei.

[atychiphobia]

R A P H A E L x P E E T E R S x O B I T U S
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tags watchdog man location some doomed park
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The click of Obitus’s boots was dulled to nothing but a thud on the dried earth that separated him and that empty, lonely road. Once again, he was denied access to the ugly path of cement by this annoying, little, psychiatric case. Humans definitely were stupid, but this guy, he was on a whole other level. With every step Obitus took, the rhythm of his not so elegant dancing boots became quicker and shorter, and with it so did his patience. This guy, this dog, actually just told him to play with a frisbee? He, Obitus, replace his paper dolls with a frisbee. It would be incredibly easy to harm others with a frisbee, a lot easier than a cigarette would allow. Ironic right? The option was not safer for others, no, it was a lot more dangerous. That cigarette, his cigarette, was the only thing keeping him sane in this world. Well, as sane as you can get with someone the likes of him.

It became impossible for Obitus to contain his outburst of frustrations that were churning inside when the other guy opened his mouth yet again. “This place? This place?!” His voice was rising, if he had blood to run through him it surely would’ve boiled. “I can’t believe I’m being accused of flipping this place into a ghost town by some guy pretending to be a dog.” Obitus spun on his heels yet again and with such suddenness that he would’ve almost been impressed with himself had he not been absorbed in rage. “I don’t know what’s so precious about your run-down city here, so special that a cigarette being enjoyed in such a mess of a park is too harmful and destructive. Look at this place! No more harm could be done to this wretched, run-down city even if someone tried.” He stepped aggressively towards the male, never pausing long enough to let the other figure speak, pausing was unnecessary for he didn’t really require breath. “I didn’t do this! Hands down to the guy who did, obviously everyone here have-" Obitus’s trail of thought broke, it snapped and exploded into thousands of fragmented pieces. -a few sheep loose in the top paddock.

With that line that never quite reached his lips came a drop of a memory, and slowly the drop turned to a patter of rain, then a heavy downpour, a flood. No matter how hard he tried, Obitus couldn’t keep his head above the water, he couldn’t shut off the recollection that was creeping back and back to him.

A smirk responded to with a smile. Joey bursted into hysterical laughter and their mothers smile changed its focus. “Joey, what have you been up to?” He laughed only harder at his mothers question, and faced Raphael with twinkling eyes. “Raphael?” She asked, “What have you two done?” she was not annoyed, nor upset or agitated, she was bemused with her boys’. Before Raphael could answer, Florence came shooting through the dining room door, followed by their father. Florence giggled and bounced around the room with such energy that only a young, young, girl like her could contain. Laps and laps of the kitchen table left her not much more than a streak through the air, and it was this distorted image of her that created the illusion of a patch of hair missing in the middle of her blonde locks. When Florence finally stopped running laps, it was revealed that this illusion was actually a reality. Joey and Raph burst into laughter, tears escaped Joeys eyes; she was missing a circle of hair from the top of her head that was found taped to her face and coloured irregularly with a black marker. Before a word could escape either parent, Florence pitched loudly between giggles, “look im like – im like dad now!” She put her hands on her hips, tucked her chin to her chest and made some indistinguishable grumbling noises before bursting into giggles. It was this laughter of all three of the children that forgave Joeys and Raph's handy-work. Florence stood behind her father and inaccurately copied his every movement. “She’s got a few sheep loose in the top paddock, this one.” He chuckled before turning around and scooping her up, interrupting the performance much to her dismay. Florence mimicked him imprecisely, in a grumbly, deep voice, “got some sheep lost from the paddock.”

It lasted mere seconds, a flash in his mind, but the rampage such a moment brought could last for days if the optimum conditions for growth were presented. It was with no more than three hostile, brooding, steps that Obitus approached the other male. He picked him up by his 'scruff' before the situation could be assessed, his voice almost a growl "You. Oh you. You've made a dire, dire mistake." Without a conscious thought Obitus sent the other through the air, and started storming in his direction.

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Valkyrie Cain ¦ 15
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location: streets ¦ tags: Sharni; open
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xxxxxx Much to Valkyrie's disappointment and the dismay of her hands, there didn't seem to be a single piece of information on the ghost city she'd found herself in. She kept searching - checking titles, turning pages, vigorously analysing text after text - until her fingers stiffened after countless repetitions of the same motions. So she set down yet another magazine on tourism in general on the counter, letting out an annoyed sigh. The girl lifted her gaze to look out the bookstore's window, just in case, before taking a seat in the dusty chair behind her.
xxxxxx Things weren't looking good. Under normal circumstances, say when she's partnering with her crime-solving skeleton buddy, Skulduggery would have already caught up on the detective game two steps ahead of her. Valkyrie's mouth pouted with just a slight twitch - she was never the one to stop and thoroughly inspect a crime scene when she could be wrecking bad guys left and right instead. The sorceress let out a hmph in agreement but quickly dropped her self-approving attitude. While she was ready for action, Skulduggery would gather all the key information needed to be gathered just by observing his surroundings. He was always the more seasoned detective out of the two of them. But, Valkyrie guessed, that was part of the 400-years-old sorcerer experience.
xxxxxx The girl took her phone out of her pocket to check on her situation again. Just in case she'd found a spot with good signal. But she had not - still no service. Valkyrie was not pleased one bit but at least she could use it as a timer before its battery had ran out which got her thinking about the supplies she'd need out there on the streets. Bottled water, food, medical supplies, portable batteries - she couldn't rely on immediate resources since everybody supposed to take care of all that had inexplicably vanished off the face of the earth.

xxxxxx With a swift rise to her feet and one last look at the numerous books she'd scattered all over the tables, Valkyrie was out of the bookstore. Her broad yet measured steps made little to no sound as the buildings around her gradually slithered out of her sight only to be replaced with other ones, as if identical to each other. The atmosphere was heavy with emptiness, ridden with the dirty industrial look once supported by the local economy. The air was surprisingly fresh for such an area though - figures, as the city's last rush hour had seemingly passed a while ago. All of this only managed to unnerve Valkyrie in a strange, unnatural way she couldn't quite put her finger on so she just forced her train of thought to stop in its tracks as she focused on the way ahead of her, trying not to give in to the trace of anxiety in the back of her mind.
xxxxxx After about an hour and a half of roaming the streets and fruitlessly scanning the area for any convenience stores, the girl decided to take a short break. Right there, in the middle of the street against an old car lopsidedly parked on the sidewalk's border. Valkyrie sloppily seated herself, back against the machine's bumper, taking a moment to gather her thoughts once again since she left that bookstore. The streets' layout kept changing as she went along, indicating that stores ought to be located nearby. A quick sigh of relief left her lips - that was one positive thing among a myriad of negatives, at the very least. She could relax for a moment.

xxxxxx Until she heard the steps.
xxxxxx Slight and rhythmic yet disruptive of the dead silence in the way an avalanche makes its presence known - only moments of that rumble below your feet before it hits you with full force. The girl was instantenuously overwhelmed by a rush of adrenaline as she took cover behind the car, squeezed between its back door and the wall of a not-so-sturdy building. Her heart was threatening to burst out of her chest but she managed to concentrate on the repetitive sounds. She couldn't tell who they could possibly belong to but they were definitely coming from the other side of the street. And the street wasn't particularly spacious in and of itself - whoever was coming would absolutely be able to detect her in her miserable hiding spot. And she had no time to search for better cover.
xxxxxx "Damn it!" she thought, her entire body tensing up on instinct. She had to evaluate her situation quickly - either that was an ill-intented individual who'd be head-over-hills in love with the idea of tearing her up limb by limb or simply a harmless, perhaps frightened person who could be of use in this urban wasteland. Valkyrie wasn't one to give potential psychos and evil masterminds a chance of self-defence but if she wanted to have potential backup in this unnervingly lifeless excuse of a city she'd have to take the risk. The sorceress gave her black ring a slight tug, pushing it securely up her finger - since the grownups were the ones with guns and cold weapons, all she had was her own sorcery, her necromantic abilities specifically stored in that small piece of jewelry. Whatever happened, she must keep it on at all times.
xxxxxx A few tense moments passed before Valkyrie gingerly rose to her feet, hands raised so she could show that she, supposedly, was not a threat. It was an immense relief to see who was walking down the opposite sidewalk, just in front of her. It was a young girl who seemed to be about her age, wearing a packed backpack and, strangely, gloves. The girl cleared her throat as to shake off any excess adrenaline before speaking out in a calm tone. "Before you freak out and run away in the opposite direction, I'll debunk your hot take - I am not going to hurt you." she said, slightly raising her hands higher. "For all I know, it would be a really braindead move to harm the only other human being in the area."
xxxxxx With that she dropped her arms back to their naturally relaxed position. All she had left to do was prepare for two unfavorable but entirely possible outcomes - either her peer would freak out and run away in the opposite direction or she'd reveal an arsenal of savage weaponry in that overstuffed backpack of hers and butcher her up. Or she could just do the simple, smart thing and have a civilised discussion with her. The sorceress concentrated on the moment, readying herself for whatever came next - it wasn't as if she ended up in this city unprepared.

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` 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 ´
in uniformx|x22x|xtagged:xbruce wayne, hit, lucifer morningstar



xxxxxxNone of Hit’s samples of excellency came as a surprise, and even up until he was raised to his toes and then off the ground, Jason remained unfazed by their skills. After all, every extraterrestrial being in his knowledge bank possessed abilities one could only refer to as ‘out of this world’. You had Superman who was theoretically unbeatable, that one fiery chick who hung out with the loser club for teens and could shoot lasers out of her hands (and who his older brother totally had the doe eyes for), and an Oreo-loving Martian whose only known weakness was a pack of matches. But reflexes and strength? Things mere humans could practice. It was hardly impressing. Had Jason not been wearing his helmet then he probably would’ve spat on the show-off’s face. So low was the bar Hit had set for himself thus far.

xxxxxx“Riiiight, okayyyy. I see what’s happening here. It all makes sense now,” the Hood starts again, seemingly a bit more relaxed as the slightly different note in his tone suggested he was, in fact, mockingly grinning at what sounded like another overly imaginative mind, “Sure, of course, I’m the pathetic one. It’s super cute, y’know, acting all tough then surrounding yourself with so-called teammates ‘cause you fear being left alone with these delusions of yours.” He looks directly at the taller creature for a brief moment before shaking his head in disapproval and turning away once more, this time not daring to check on the youngest among them. Perhaps the boy was safer with a group of paranoid lunatics than a lousy criminal. Who knows? Still, he wished he could’ve given him some sort of way to communicate should he change his mind. Why? He wasn’t sure. There was no logical explanation as to why he had cared for the kid in the first place, and he wasn’t exactly a master at dealing with emotions. Which was also why he couldn’t really blame the others for taking up his precious time. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t though.

xxxxxx“I don’t know about you crazy bunch, but I hadn’t planned to stay here for as long as you clearly intend to with these, what’d you call ‘em, oh yeah - figments of your imagination,” comes the recovered monotone but almost muttered, like it didn’t hold any significance other than to fill the silence, “Least we settled who’s getting home as late as tomorrow – my sincerest thanks by the way – and who’s like, maybe never. Um, so yeah. Good luck with that I guess. Honestly, I couldn’t care less.” He says as confidently as ever, but isn’t sure if he means it. The feeling of neglect still aching freshly in his heart, he nods to himself for assurance; if no one cares for you, why should you care for anyone else? - then starts walking. First steps accompanied by slight hesitance, but then the usual marching begins. It’s a choice that pains him, a risk he didn’t want to take. But at least the boy had someone that cared for him in some sense, and if it turned out to be for temporal, selfish reasons, then Jason would find Hit even if it meant turning the entire wreck of a planet upside down.
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` 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 ´
in uniformx|xlate 30sx|xtagged:xasha jelani, kei nagai, carson queen



xxxxxxThe answer was… surprising, to say the least. Not as much on the superhero section - it’d have been foolproof to ask about Supes or Bats or even Ollie honestly - but more on the whole ‘I wanna stay here in this dusty ol’ ruin and probably get some sorta nasty lung infection from whatever explosion caused the city to crumble’. If you preferred health risks over returning home, then you knew it had to be brutal. Hal didn’t blame the kid though. “Oh yeah. I feel you dude. Guessing this dump ain’t your definition of paradise? Least I hope so. ‘cause there’s like… a billion places much cooler than this,” the brunette ‘flexes’ with a grin conquering his face, pleased to find out this Kei character wasn’t completely carved out of concrete. Even less so when Prowless approached him with inquiries about his health, showing signs of not being a fan of attention. Or perhaps it was part of the same yarn of yellow as before. Or both. But the fact that they both seemed to understand each other suggested that they shared a language. In speculation anyway. They didn’t seem like the people to possess translators, or to be from the same hemisphere, which meant that… either Prowless lied about being from outer space, or Kei just happened to know their planet’s language which was far less likely. So they must’ve been speaking English… and there are no English speakers anywhere but Earth. As far as the Guardians’ knowledge went, and they knew basically everything. Or did they? If they all were from Earth, then wouldn’t it be logical for even if only one of them to recognize him? Kei’s archer friend bore striking similarities to your usual superhero getups, yet the Corps seemed to be only a legend, a forgotten myth, along with the Justice League and its predecessor.

xxxxxxThe more Hal thought about it, the more confused he got, and eventually surrendered and let it slide. It was hardly the most pressing issue right now. It was healthier to focus on something that made actual sense.
“But y’know, blood loss isn’t something to joke about,” he comments the unfolding situation, his expression fading out, “Nor is foreign bacteria. We should find a first aid kit. Every house should come equipped with one… unless the standards have changed while I was gone.” Brown eyes begin searching around the room, making mental notes of its disorderly state. “The place looks old though so we might just be in luck.” Unless the gear had been contaminated… but he wasn’t known as a pessimist. And while he would’ve loved to complain about doing things in the old-fashioned way, he shrugs it off and laughs instead, “It’s been a while since I’ve had to patch someone up, but fortunately, I’m getting the impression I’m not the only one who’s performed miniature surgeries before.”

Hal looks around for a moment before deciding a direction, then shifts his focus onto the bowman. “You, ah… Carson was it? Wanna give me a hand? These old eyes just ain’t what they used to be,” he mumbles up an excuse to hide his decreased knowledge on Earth-related customs with a proud smile on his face.
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[ghostlyhamlet]

Bruce Wayne || sixteen || human || fandom; gotham || location; street || tagged; jason todd

The teen was just frozen at the sight of everything that was going on. Unable to form words, he felt absolutely torn between the two choices; on one hand, he could go with the alien and other man who promised safety or he could go with the man who was from his city and also he knew would protect him. But before he could come to a conclusion, the other Gothamite was walking away, seemingly fed up with the purple man. Taking a small second, he glanced at the other two by him and said some quick words before doing a small jog after the Red Hood.

"Wait up!" he called to him before he was able to walk instep with the unknown man. "I need to get home and you're the only one in the group that knows where that is," he said in a quieter tone before fiddling with his hands a little, unsure of what to say or anything.

"Since, we're... er... trying to go back home, we should uh introduce ourselves," he said with one of his half fake smiles he uses for business meetings with others, which of course as he grows up, has remained similar to his character. "But it's surprising that you don't know who I am, but I think this goes both ways because you don't think I'm from Gotham because I don't know who you are," he then paused before looking at the other man, "am I wrong?"

Dug || immortal || dog || fandom; up || location; street || tagged; open

The golden retriever was wandering about the streets, looking for his owners but sadly not finding a trace of either of them, which of course made the pooch let out a sad howl that echoed throughout the hallow streets of the abandoned city.