Raphael
It was all a blur really. One moment, the feeling of utter dread as uncertain technology lulled him into an eternal sleep, the next? A blip. A moment in time that simultaneously felt both impossibly long and miniscule like the blink of an eye. In truth, he was not a heavy sleeper, and...
Eliaf
There was never much for me here. Always a stranger in the court I called my home. I suppose, as a consequence of the devastation that now sweeps the land, I have a purpose that Dale could not give me before. A chance to strike at those who have been my enemies since I came into this...
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Xavier's School
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Tense, tired
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@TheFool @Saboona
The taxi was disgusting. He could glean that information from just a minor glance at the interior, and the rather bullish man driving it, but it didn’t particularly matter. A hand on his back, wet with...
Location : Mount Justice
Interacting : Everyone, specifically @TheTypestitute
Heroes of Tomorrow it was called. Not a bad name, all things considered, catchy as all hell. Certainly better than Justice League Jr. would have been. Though, that would have been more accurate to what it was to be...
The One-Armed
Siggy loved the open air. He loved the landscape that surrounded him, and the river that was flowing around him. He even loved the location. It wasn’t the Isles, but it felt like it, and home was where the heart is. A shame he couldn’t bring it with him. A shame he couldn’t hand...
A Loyal Nephew
Axell hated paperwork. In earnest, he hated his job. He was constantly surrounded by old men who debated the movements of the stars as if they actually mattered. A travesty that he was stuck in this position at a time where his services were actually needed beyond simply giving...
Maekar the Eggless
It was sickening seeing them so. A manifestation of everything that was about to take place. An oddity that their father hadn’t seen it, a brother and sister, a relationship that seemed entirely unholy where the Targaryen dynasty was concerned. And here they were. Proving...
Maekar the Eggless
“Next!“
The call went out. A Steward of some kind rotating the names on the list in front of him as knights and minor lords shuffled their way past each other into the main hall of the golden palace. The sounds of metal armour crashing upon the wooden floors, most likely...
September 2020 : 07:54 AM
Somewhere in North America
@TheTypestitute
“Begin.” The figure stood in front of his three companions, his voice quiet, but firm. The three nodded behind him, one solemn in her quiet intensity, the other two smirking at the oncoming carnage. As their leader...
Tommen Tully
Had he scared them all off? They did seem to drop off like flies one by one into the background. Not that he particularly minded. He wasn’t here to talk to stags and they weren’t here to talk to him. No, they were here to get married evidently. A noble affair, he was sure, and what...
Tommen Tully
Jae. He could see him even from his carriage. That little cane of his was hard to miss. Yet, he was not alone. The Baratheons had arrived as well. One of them had shagged the Queen. Not this one. One of the others. They were probably smiling like the cat that got the cream right...
The Seahorse
He mulled over the Mistresses words. She was right. Together they could no doubt be a force unseen in Kings Landing politics for a long time, and one unknown to most at that. It was almost tempting. Yet, as he looked her over, he could not help but feel sickened. How could he work...
The Drunken Knight
Triston was pissed.
No, not angry.
Literally pissed.
He had consumed far too much alcohol at the Prancing Lion, a rather cheap establishment on the outskirts of Flea Bottom. What could he say? The prices were fair and they didn’t piss in the wine. At least he hoped they...
The Seahorse
He grumbled under his breath. To deny a treat was a sure fire sign of a bad egg. When one did not even deign something so low, how could they see further than the end of their nose? Perhaps she had tired of his sweets twenty years ago. For it had truly been that long. Though he...
The Seahorse
Aemon had completed his morning exercises, his office filled with the moans and groans of a broken old man. The crunch of every movement unsettling courtiers and guards alike as they passed his door. Aemon lived here. He slept here. He ate here. This was home. This small, cramped...
The Tommen Tully
Disgusting. That was the only way you could describe the sight that now formed in front of him. He had been locked in a pleasant dream, his mother's voice shoving him out of it and opening his eyes to what he could only assume was the Seven Hells. Had they perhaps been set...
Commander Lucan
Madness. That was the only way to describe what was happening around him. In the distance was the capital, burning, his family, burning, his King, burning. Now even his ship was burning. The enemy had won and they done so swiftly and brutally. The strategist in him admired them...
Lucas Rivera
His gaze turned towards the new arrival laying next to him. A smirk forming on his lips, but no sarcastic comment coming out. He had craved some form of company for a while, at least company that wasn't shouting or fighting, and he had a tendency to mess it up easily. Would it be...
Lucas Rivera
Listening to the responses was a drag larger than falling to Earth. Their solution was the status quo. Maybe they thought if they repeated "We have to work together" to themselves in their sleep at night everyone would just magically form a cohesive unit without someone to manage...