❝ - infected are gonna be attracted to the smell of a good time, are they? ❞

❝ Why? ❞ She's squinting at him, halfway grimacing at the canteen . . . even as she softly snakes it - sniffs it (?) and swishes her mouth around with it.

❝ Naoughkt lighkht ghah - ❞ 𝘨 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢 𝘳 𝘨 𝘭 𝘦. Necessary? No. Is she trying to make him make that face he doesn't like to make?

Well...

TUAH!

Up on her feet. Wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve - ugh, never mind, wiping her mouth with a scrap of something soft she'd snagged from a drawer half a day back.

Thumbs up. Hang on. Spitting on the ground. Thumbs up again.

❝ Alright, let's get outta here... ❞

❝ Ough, fuck... ❞

Tired wasn't the right word. Exhausted felt too dramatic, but tired really didn't cover it all the way.

❝ Hangovers should've gone extinct too, this is bullsh - oughk. ❞ Give her a second, she needs a bucket.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴...
...𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.

❝ Still don't 'get' coffee. I mean, I've tried it. Saw someone trade half their belongings for a bag, but . . . it's just bitter bean juice. ❞

/ wow, what are the odds?

can you even remember why you came here? can you even remember how many you killed? how many lives shattered, how many stories ended?

ㅤ

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌
𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐

𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓒𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲 ...

#LOPRP × #MVRP

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Sound travels a bit farther when the day turns to dusk. No idea why, or how... but it's true.

And this song needed to go as far as it could.

'The Avengers'? Pfft. Stupid name. What's the point of 'avenging', if you already lost?

[ must've misheard. or misconstrued. mis-something, did she just say 'heroes that actually exist? ]

Did you want me to zap you? I've got more charges in here [ hopefully? ] we can make that happen.

lotus

putting together some very devious artefacts to inflict maximum damage here later. i can say this out loud, chatroom, because ellie has no burn right now and none of you would ever betray me.

Five years.

It had been five years since...

Since she told him. Since he listened. Since she'd seen him.

❝ ... ❞

Watch still didn't fit right. Either too tight or too loose.

Today? It was cutting into her. Squeezing her wrist. Refusing to let go, the whole way to his headstone.

❝ Hey, Joel. ❞

You've never heard of Savage Starlight? Only the coolest comic book series... fucking, ever.

[ wrist fitted. fingers flexed - wait. Wrist flexed! Deep, angry currents surged !! and leapt out to bite ... well, the ground. but still! Cool!! ]

the sorrow of a thousand, thousand worlds weigh heavy. and yet, you can walk on.

/ i'm gonna get the magic school bus, I'm gonna put together a team, we're gonna get that pebble out of there

/ no apologies necessary babe, you're juggling like... four different accounts rn on top of your skull trying to fight you. we're just happy you're here!

Oh. Well... [ shrug ? ] It's just like the Ion Gauntlets in Savage Starlight. If SPARK can figure it out, I've got this in the bag.

Laying on a rooftop, half-rusted fire escape barely hanging on for life after she scrambled up it.

No ammo. Lungs burning. . . Heart full.

❝ That ... ❞ oghfuck. ❝ ... was awesome. ❞

!!!!!!!*

[ just screaming, swearing and very uncoordinated parkour ]

Part III coming soon.