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are y0u dj?

jade said y0u might be able t0 help me

               utter disbelief! what could it be that hirako was pointing at? ‘ oh? what is it? ’ startled, he lifts a hand, his thumb prodding at his cheek ( as if to verify the validity of his soon to be uttered theory ) ‘ do i have something on my face? come on, captain hirako, don’t toy with me like that. ’

{ @sshort-circuitt }

Kaiden mustered up a small smile when he saw how excited the boy got at simply seeing his face. Sticking his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket, he twisted his hips from side to side and tapped the tip of his boots off the ground as he tried not to seem nervous. He really was though, he hadn’t been able to get the boys face out of his mind since they spent hours in the diner sharing from the whiskey bottle and he had left so drunk he forgot to even ask for his name or his number. 

So after a few days, he built up the courage to walk all the way back to seek him out, telling himself over and over again that there was nothing to be nervous about and that he was just here to get some lunch and chat.

{ @hhopeless-romvnticc }

His breath hitched in his voice when he heard the deep, accented yet tired voice from further ahead in the darkness, the cell stunk of what could only be described as rot, although it wasn’t coming from Pierre, it’s scent was one that was unfamiliar, yet the boy swore he had sensed it before. Kaiden stopped moving in mostly fear, his brows furrowing in thought as he pondered on what to say. He’d lived eighteen years not knowing who either of his parents are and suddenly everything had come to light, his mother was dead and his father was banished away to these dungeons, never to see the sun again. 

To say he was nervous would be the biggest understatement Hell had ever seen. His grip on the stick tightened, finally taking the few steps closer and holding the burning flame out in front of him to lay eyes on his father for the first time.

He looked awful, his face was hollow and sunken, bruised and covered in dirt. A thick stubble grew around his face, covering the tattoos inked into his skin and his body was hunched over, boney and malnourished, yet he still looked as though he could kill a man with one punch. He looked like a completely different person from the photos his mother had left him, but underneath the layers of dust and age, Kaiden could see how much the two looked alike. If you were to stand him next to his two sons, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

Hanging by a thread: Muse was in a fight that left them just barely alive. Drifting between life and death, it’s up to a mutual or mutuals (whoever wants to jump in) to keep them alive and conscious until they can get to the hospital for proper treatment. Lasts until at least one RP partner gets them to the hospital, or the muse succumbs to their injuries.

@sickhax-cutecats

Aradia had been out late working. Not the type of work she did at her internship as an anthropologist. No. This was super hero work. Some nights it was more dangerous than others. It was easy to get badly injured those nights. She’s in her black catsuit with dark red skull on it. Over the catsuit is a a long, black coat to keep her warm. Her boots are dark brown. The mask that covers her face is lacy and shaped like a butterfly.