( ☆･ﾟ Make Me A Believer

                 INBOX CALL? 

RP starters: Concern.       ･ﾟ*:[ accepting ]*:･ﾟ

☆．。． “ I don’t drink. ”  His statement is followed by STRONG continuous laughter, which is out of the ordinary for Billy ( unless around his beloved, or closest friends ). SURELY, the catalyst for this action is not of natural cause. More red flags are given off with his appearance; dismayed; unkept hair; a hoodie barely covering him. Billy appears to currently not have a care. Appears to be a MESS. 

“ I’ve never felt better, ”  He claims, which could be the TRUTH, laughing, SMILING as he did when he was no less than a child. But the cause of this was magic. A “happy spell” used in the middle of one of his depressive episodes. He’s TIRED of his doubt; his anxiety; his self-hate, but even he knows he CAN’T stay the way he is. 

                ❝ i have a lot of respect for you young avengers. you guys did GOOD work, then a bunch of new kids come around, steal your thunder, and then NOTHING. that must suck.  ❞

RP starters: Concern.       ･ﾟ*:[ accepting ]*:･ﾟ

☆．。．  “I’m fine.” To hear a feminine voice, a voice of which makes him question if it’s from something more HEAVENLY——share concern was out of the ordinary as it was always a male who ran to his aid. A male whom always brought him comfort and strength with his gentle tone and companionship, but this was FAR from a complaint, her soft; light voice alone was COMFORTING. However, Wiccan’s tone speaks the truth: filled with uncertainty, but the LIE was given more out of stubbornness, waiting; WILLING himself to HEAL with a spell, but truly reality warping. 

Ruby drips from his face, stains his wears: seeping through from ANOTHER WOUND on his abdomen and arm——-as he’s beaten WORSE than what he’s willing to admit. It’s NEVER been this bad. “ǀωαηттσнєαℓ. ǀωαηттσнєαℓǀωαηттσнєαℓ.” He mutters over and over, but to no avail. His consciousness is WEAKENED, his vision blurred: a blood loss daze as he can BARELY keep himself awake. This is bad….he’s not F I N E.

Wiccan thought he COULD take them out on his own, one bad guy: a SUPER VILLAIN, and he did, he won, but at what cost? His legs can barely hold his weight and focus is lost making him POWERLESS. How he’s  suddenly grateful, so very GRATEFUL that he’s found another. “Okay…I’m not FINE. I’m not healing.” Because he can’t focus, FAR TOO OUT OF IT. 

20 bucks says chey

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     “Hey, back off sparky!” This was her usual route to the burger place, and she’d be damned if that was gonna be put on hold because the Avengers wannabes were locking the street off. “I ain’t stopping for nothing! Back up or shut up.”

         “I think so too. Battles are half tha fun. Besides catchin’ an’ pettin’ ‘em. I like how wild tha new Wolf Pokémon looks. Lycanroc. He’s wild, looks like he wan’s ta have a good time killin’ somethin’, an’ tha’s my kinda buddy.” {/At the mention of Pokémon Go, she just rolls her eyes and gives a big sigh.} “Ya mean tha thin’ tha’ was all hype an’ no substance? I mean…i’ caused more trouble than wha’ i’ was worthf, ta be hones’. ‘Sides, I’m no’ interested in fightin’ a buncha people fer one Pokémon. I’ll jus’ stick ta tha main games, tha Mystery Dungeon series, an’ tha Ranger series.”

☆ *:･ﾟ  —-   “Sounds like you’re already on your way of filling a box with NOTHING but the little wolves. I used to like nine tails a lot. Jirachi was also CUTE. I re-named mine Daenerys.”   After his favorite Game of Thrones Targaryen, even knowing he should have SAVED that for a dragon type. But NEVERMIND that, he looks at her confused and disappointed. “All of that Hype for NOTHING? I’m glad I never downloaded it. But for what it’s WORTH, I’m thinking about starting my Pokemon journey again. Maybe one day I could batter you.”