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| ROBERT ANDERSON / untitled superhero verse mild-mannered (?) office drone; actually just a douchebag who's good at faking it. petty, spiteful, and wildly ambitious. hanzo main. |
| TAYLOR BRIGGS / untitled superhero verse empath, human gps, worrywart, team mom, big ol nerd. a phd candidate trying to have a normal life, which means ignoring those freaky powers. |
| LIGAYA 'JOY' MENDOZA / untitled urban fantasy your several centuries old auntie who's trying her best with this new alternative diet-slash-lifestyle. that dead carabao was always there, what are you talking about........how's your mom tho hun ha?? ? ?? |
| JIN-KYUNG 'JO' PARK / untitled sci-fi horror pharm school hopeful with a catastrophic cosmic un-destiny she shouldn't be conscious of. former violinist, big-time buffy fan, quietly prideful; doesn't deal well with her feelings. |
| ADAN DOMANOVA / medieval and/or modern fantasy mad magic scientist who sits in his basement all day summoning murderous plants for shits and giggles. has never met a hairbrush. fan of large reptiles. ebullient and excitable until you realize he might feed your cat to a plant-summon. |
| CURRENTLY ACCOUNT-LESS thomas (medieval fantasy): traveling mercenary / amateur blacksmith. dutiful and serious (read: nofun.jpg). deeply inept at reading humor and sarcasm. i forgot what i named this guy so help me rename him (medieval/modern fantasy): son to a rich noble house who has fucked off and wasted like half his inheritance already. |
you know
❝ Destiny. It's just a grand term for something you could do nothing about. When life said to you, "And so," you nodded, and called it destiny. ❞
- The Noise Of Time; Julian Barnes
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Oh, no— [—with a harsh, fizzling electric pop, followed quickly at the heels by the resounding crash of shattering glass.] Noooo, no, no, no…
[It’d been a simple spell to instill an aura of strength, but one he’d been focusing and refining: honed and concentrated down to affect a houseplant, housed within a glass terrarium not much larger than a child’s ball.]
God. Dirt everywhere.
[ Evidently, it hadn’t worked. The plant hadn’t survived (it'd swollen in size until the container could no longer hold it), and neither had the terrarium (naturally): now flecked with dirt, fragments of ripped green plant matter, and minuscule shards of glass, Dom's bustling around, in a panicked hunt for glass bits. And maybe a dustpan.]
Don't come in yet, [he announces at the sound of footsteps,] just-- five minutes, please!
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And then there's a crash, the sounds of something shattering behind that study door and she very nearly sends the books toppling to the floor - or worse, her slipper-covered feet. With a mouthful of continually melting chocolate, Seoya tries to call out - Dom, what happened? - but what it ends up sounding like is mumbled, chewy nothingness. More like the rites language of some dead religion than actual words.
Oh, honestly. She may as well try to push open the door with her shoulder, so she can at least place the books on a table of some sort. )
shitposts at you.
which is to say, this is the fourth day in a row that leo has literally been parked in his janky old car right outside dom's house, and he hasn't been particularly subtle about it. oh, it's clear that he's been trying - he's at least varied his parking place, and he always pretends to read a book when anyone passes, but he's not a subtle guy.
he's gotten a little bolder today, parked much closer to the house than usual. if he doesn't find anything conclusive from the stakeout, he might actually even knock. ]
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