#* scavenger.

  The book now completely discarded as she stands and offers a hand in invitation,   Adam blinks,   smiling a tad despite his confusion.        ❛❛   I don't   ...   dance.   ❜❜        he doesn't even remember how                 not that he was the partying kind in his old life,   they would have to tear him away from his seat if they wanted him to participate in any way.   But much to his dismay,   Elektra seems persistent,   his awkward refusal ignored as she reaches down to take his hand and pull him up to his feet.   He groaned at the pull,   but made not to attempt to flee.        ❛❛   Alright,   fine,   one dance,   that's all.   ❜❜

@stilettaux // some cute because they deserve it :3c

     Mutation serves him well in terms of sickness,   hardly effected by whatever ailment carried whether from this world or another,   lasting for no more than a couple of days until he's back to full health again.   Convenient for his work and granting him the ability to care for those he loved without hesitation or fear.   Artemis seemed to have came down with a flu upon her return,   not so different from his world but more persistent and vicious,   a high fever he managed to quell down for a few hours until it spiked up again.   He remained rooted to the seat beside her the whole time,   changing one wet bandage after the other,   while Elektra,   whom he had to shoo out the room multiple times,   kept pacing outside,   worried out of her mind.   He understands her concern                   can feel it gnawing at him just the same,   but he couldn't risk getting her sick as well,   her immune system would be too weak to fight against it unlike Artemis who actually ate and slept more regularly.   For now,   he had her occupied in retrieving medicine,   writing down the chemical formula for her to find with how little medical supplies he had left on earth,   if he were to find any they would be dated back decades ago.   Pressing a fresh cloth to her forehead,   he's stopped as eyes flutter open from a deep sleep,   a different hue than her vibrant blues,   something distant and cold resides within.        ❛❛   You're   ...   ❜❜        Adam leans back,   brows knitted in apparent confusion.   Though he hadn't met Apollo yet,   he can tell this isn't Artemis looking at him now.        ❛❛   I've been told of instances where you would take over,   but to show yourself around others   ...   hm,   why now ?   ❜❜

@sentinalle // starter for you :3c

       ❛❛   Meridian should be a short flight from here.   ❜❜        he speaks as she joined him on the deck of the Glasseye,   turning to see her now done with preparations.   She had been tracking Elias for the entirety of her resurrection,   never given the opportunity to strike back until now,   always so heavily guarded by the collation wherever he went,   even now as he returned from another political venture of his own.   If she had been alone,   it would have been a ticket towards death,   [   which was most likely her initial plan before they met.   ]   Now with their joined effort they could reduce the collation armada to a pulp and deal with him accordingly.   He never favoured revenge,   however,   Elias was a danger that needed to be eliminated a long time ago,   but he would leave the honor to the one he wronged the most.        ❛❛   They should be here any minute,   we'll take them out from the rear,   create a wedge in their forces,   i assume they would want to escort Elias to Meridian as quick as possible                   which would inevitably reveal his ship to us.   I can teleport you there,   the rest is up to you.   ❜❜        the attack is a decoy in itself to force the man out of hiding,   he will remain on the offensive to drain his men's forces while she would have her way with him,   sometimes the only way to end evil was the direct shedding of blood,   he knew that well.        A clawed hand extends forward to usher her towards him,   gentle despite its monstrosity.        ❛❛   How do you feel about flying ?   ❜❜

@stilettaux // we're serving REVENGE

      He remembers her discomfort quite well,   that odd trust she showed when she was in the presence of the beast that is the Elder,   the markings alongside her arms that she hastened to hide,   the shame she wears branded upon her by the cult.   A troubled look paints her features even in the comfort inside the safe house as she's unable to retreat to that similar safety she found in concealment at the moment when long sleeves would inconvenience her work.      Noting her struggle,   he comes to join her,   Gloves off annd sleeves already rolled up in silent solidarity,   as well as in assurance.        ❛❛   Need a hand ?   ❜❜

@sentinalle // one liner !

        ❛❛   And where do you think you're going ?   ❜❜        A deeper weariness etches itself into his tone,   almost in an instinctual anticipation of trouble at hand.   He doesn't know how she's gotten past Elektra,   with their rooms situated next to each other in the glass eye,   and the revenant's ability to sleep lighter than a feather.   Considering how many times she snuck out,   she must have developed a solid strategy across the years,   unfortunately for her,   her success is fleeting victory,   as she would come to realize that she had entirely forgotten the second line of defense beyond El's sharp gaze.   He watched her slip away triumphantly   &.   chose to rain on her parade in a single motion,   a finger extended to hook itself into her hoodie and prompts her to halt with a light tug backwards,   it's not much,   but with him,   it's akin to being chained to a concert pillar.        ❛❛   You need rest too,   get back inside.   ❜❜

@sentinalle // starter !

   A graceful landing betrays colossal weight,   light and soundless as a feather floating downward.   Wings fold upon decent,   sword and spears lowered.   His towering figure stands amongst the damned ;   trespassers had become common as of late,   sticking their nose where it didn't belong and threatening to tip the balance that hangs on a thread.   But it wasn't a kind or a swift execution he had dealt them,   the aftermath of this brief battle speaks for itself.   It wasn't over yet,   as sharper senses catches a familiar scent he can't quite discern due to the restricting nature of his human form.   A distant shuffle,   and he hurls a spear in that direction,   shooting through the sky in brilliant yellow light like a racing meteor,   it lands at the intruder's feet,   forcing them to a dead stop.   It wasn't until his own light began to clear that he saw her,    of all the people   ...   why her ?

@efloresce // Elder starter !

      for a comforting starter . / from eve

      A bumpy landing is all that is expected of an aircraft this large,   now an anticipated part of the journey neither of his companion would flinch or complain at.   As the Tetrapod settles on its legs,   the pilot takes a moment to run a quick scan,   for both the ship and their surroundings,   ensuring there would be no unexpected company.   Unlike other times,   he joins her by foot,   his drone flying along at a close distance.   Even if it wasn't needed,   he held a certain sense of attachment to everything he built by hand.   As for their destination,   he hadn't provided much of an explanation,   always cryptic,   giving away little meaning.   It hadn't been anything of real gravity however,   it was a mere attempt to take her out for some fresh air                     a little fresher than the humidity and dust of the wasteland,   and perhaps   ...   he needed a breath of air himself,   not realizing it until a gentle wind came sweeping by.   Known secrecy unfolds into some clarity as they arrive to their destination.   Somewhere they had already been before,   although the last time he was merely accompanying her through the drone's eye.   A desolate building overlooking Edios-7 from a distance,   an old couch had been placed near an opening where a large window should have been,   serving as nice resting place for those who seek it.

        ❛❛   Here,   it's still a little cold.   ❜❜        After sitting down and relieving himself of his usual load of his backpack,    he would rummage through and retrieve a couple of cans before setting it beside him.        ❛❛   I don't think you have this in your collection yet.   ❜❜        Although he found that hobby of hers to be a little   ...   odd,   he often helped add to the collection if he ever comes across a can while scavenging.   This time however,   it wasn't empty,   some of the residents in Xion had been attempting to recreate some sodas and he thought it would be worth a shot.   Not that he liked the taste of electrolytes,   it was still a way to provide him with some energy at least.        ❛❛   Hm,   could be better   ...   ❜❜        he murmured,   holding back a grimace after the first sip.        ❛❛   What do you think ?   ❜❜ 

@kuloba // giving them the break they need !!!