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Equal amounts scorn was administered solely for Sparrow.

“Yeah, I missed you too, bastard.”

He think pointed his knife towards the shifter, knowing well enough that he’ll lose in this war of attrition.

“His death IS your fault.”

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They glanced right at his murderer, their former love, their biggest enemy — everything they wanted to leave behind.

“YOU.”

Sparrow spoke with am ancient anger resurfaced.

“You should’ve stayed back in your timeline as ashes in an urn.”

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June 19, 2025 at 9:03 PM


Sparrow.

Their biggest adversary to date. A callsign that makes every inch of his data twitch with immeasurable anger. The name alone made the pupils return with a red hue, wrathful of Mike’s decision.

“YOU MENTIONED WHO?” Fear && spite laced in his voice.

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June 19, 2025 at 5:16 AM
/ <—— Blissfully unaware that he had made enemies doing this
It's over, chat.
He's going to die.//
June 15, 2025 at 3:42 AM
In the smallest window of the type of error that can be done, Hawk dodged out the way. Barely.

Emphasis on barely, since the left side of his face got wiped off by the shards of the buckshot.

Not exactly a headshot, but he was CLOSE.

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[ He /knew/ he wouldn't hit the other so easy, but he had a plan. He just needed more time. He just needed more time. ]
June 12, 2025 at 8:34 PM

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Out of the several things that he had hidden beneath it all, a stray book was thrown from the darkness && at Mike. Surely, from that direction, he’d be there.

Instead, the worst has yet to conspire. The lights start dimming, && he wasn’t there.

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* (Here we go.)

[ Now, to find him. He couldn’t have gone far. All he had to do was follow that foul aura—and the stench of blood. ]

* (!)

[ His senses were already tingling. ]
May 17, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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* (Here we go.)

[ Now, to find him. He couldn’t have gone far. All he had to do was follow that foul aura—and the stench of blood. ]

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[ His senses were already tingling. ]
May 4, 2025 at 8:44 PM

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As gleeful as he was, there had to be a moment he had to get closer, blinking himself to be one with the shadows once more.

( 💭 I never thought my target would be this attentive; I had to sacrifice my arm for a cheap shot. )

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* ( I should have brought healing items, fuck— )
* ( All this time to get ready and they still managed to catch me off-guard. )
May 3, 2025 at 2:02 AM

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‎ᅠ The way he rushed in made it feel like Hawk himself anticipated that he’ll shoot && possibly come back from it.

A maniac, yes, but a calculating one. He moved to let the buckshot take off the weaponless arm as he swiped down.

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[ The librarian pulled a shotgun from the bag of holding and aimed it at the purple menace, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. ]
May 2, 2025 at 12:01 AM

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‎ᅠ Once the lights were turned on, the only thing that could be seen was a violet blue && a kitchen knife glowing with crimson streaks.

He rushed swinging in like a crack addict, not realizing that he brought a shiv to a shotgun party.
[ Well, he has nothing to lose here. Plus, if he's gonna fight somebody, the least he needs is to actually see them. The man takes a deep breath, and flips the switch, waiting to see what would happen next. ]
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As the darkness encompassed him, he asks Mike to do one thing.

“Flip the switch, && see what happens.”

: )
April 23, 2025 at 3:34 AM

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‎ᅠ It wasn’t long until he heard his voice. The false sense of safety && security in his voice was more insulting if anything.

Nowhere to be found…

“Do you feel safe? Do you feel…in charge?”

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[ He took a deep breath. His hands were shaking with anticipation! ]

* ( he definitely knows about my plans, fuck. )
* ( is he actually gone? do i run or fire my gun? ugh- )

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‎ᅠ There he was.

The violet grim reaper; the wicked scent of DETERMINATION coated the senses nearby. His form couldn’t be maintained forever, at least in this setting.

Then, Hawk vanished.

Nowhere to be seen. Yet.
April 23, 2025 at 2:56 AM

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‎ᅠ There he was.

The violet grim reaper; the wicked scent of DETERMINATION coated the senses nearby. His form couldn’t be maintained forever, at least in this setting.

Then, Hawk vanished.

Nowhere to be seen. Yet.
April 23, 2025 at 2:28 AM


Something smells…bloody.
* do you ever feel like you're being observed?
April 23, 2025 at 1:48 AM
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* 𝗜'𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆.

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April 6, 2025 at 5:45 PM