#4memorys

stormie isn’t sure how much she has left in her. she feels decidedly useless, having no physical powers that let her properly defend anyone she cares about, instead has been using every bit of willpower she has to create decoys as a distraction. but it’s harder as time goes on, harder as she’s surrounded by more and more trauma and fear, she can taste it in the air, can feel her instinct to absorb it from the people around her to help them focus. but at the moment, she’s more focused on one thing, and that’s finding marshal. when she does, stormie sucks in a sharp breath. it’s obvious he’s hurt, she can see that, but she can’t tell the extent for now, is really hoping most of that blood isn’t his, and at least he’s away from the chaos at the moment, and she quickly drops to her knees beside him. “hi,” she says uselessly, randomly noting that her dress is one she’s recycling, her junior prom dress, marshal went with her to pick it out. “can you- can you move?” would moving him even help?

         ❛  —  STOP  RIGHT  THERE !  ❜   her  voice  comes  out  loud ,  because  she  simply  can’t  really  cointain  her  curiosity  and  excitement  and  quite  frankly ,  who  cares  if  other  people  can  hear ?  it’s  all  the  better ,  for  maybe  they’ll  get  something  from  this  interaction .   in  all  fairness ,  the  blonde  herself  was  rather  confused  by  the  fact  that  she  couldn’t  quite  pin  a  name  or  track  to  the  face  that’d  almost  passed  her  by ;  was  she  losing  her  touch ,  her  knowledge  of  every  person  around  nl ?  ...  nah !   ❛  what  perfume  are  you  wearing ?   i  do  apologize  if  i  startled  you  but  my  goodness ,  that’s  a  lovely  scent !  you  must  tell  me  your  secret ,  ❜  because  gigi  hates  the  notion  that  there’s  someone  who  smelled  better  than  her ,  especially  someone  she  doesn’t  know .   ❛  whatever  it  is ,  i  won’t  judge .  as  a  matter  of  fact ,  i’m  one  of  the  few  people  who  still  appreciates  chanel  no.  5 !  ❜ 

“no fair!” mayumi whines, watching the claw machine drop the stuffed bunny she’s been gunning for. “this game is so rigged!” she pouts, then slowly turns to charla. “can i borrow some tokens?” she will not leave without the bunny plushie. / @4memorys​

“are you sure you can shoot an arrow in that outfit?” mara teases with a grin, but of course she can, charla has the skill and cockiness of apollo in her blood! “how many tries do you think it’ll take you to hit a bullseye?” she’s not necessarily trying to place a bet, but sort of. if charla wants to. / @4memorys​

         FEW WERE THE TIMES  when  theo  actually  visited  the  lounge .  on  most  days  the  redhead  would  simply  wake  up  and  head  straight  out  of  the  sun  building ,  not  even  bothering  to  greet  neighbors ,  residents  or  even  people  from  the  moon  apartments .  nevertheless ,  today  had  her  in  the  mood  for  making  an  exception ,  and  so  the  hero  headed  down  into  the  lounge ,  a  half - empty  bottle  of  yogurt  in  her  hand  in  her  hand  as  combat  boots  clicked  against  the  cold  floor .   ❝  dia ,  ❞  she  greeted  while  making  her  way  to  the  couch ,  then  plopped  down  next  to  the  other  woman .   ❝  taking  the  day  off ?   i  thought  you  ambassadors  were  busier  than  bees ,  ❞  theo  asked ,  then  took  a  gulp  from  her  yogurt .  ❝  or  are  you  hiding  from  that  stuff ?  ❞

“have i told you how much i love and appreciate you lately and that you’re one of my favorite people on the entire planet?” stormie asks in a sing-song voice as she slides into the seat across from marshal, sliding him a coffee. “and yes, i am buttering you up to ask you for a favor but it’s also the truth!” she knows better than to think she can get away with an entrance like that without it being for a reason. “i’m planning a twenty-four hour charity stream and i was thinking maybe possibly potentially you could participate for an hour or two or four?”

“i can’t get over how cute you look,” she says, pouting slightly as she gently pats dia’s hair buns with her palms. safiye’s just barely tipsy, not acting any differently than she would while perfectly sober. “i think this should be your new aesthetic. you’re basically a fairy, nobody would even bat an eye.” / @4memorys​

“do the run,” she instructs him, waiting expectantly. “that’s the entire reason you dressed up like that, right? an excuse to run the way you normally do? let me see.” / @4memorys​