#adventuriem

⚔️ A Sobering Aftermath ⚔️

⚔️ For @adventuriem​‘s Faith! ⚔️

Who would have thought that all it would take is seven seconds to set humans back by seventy years?

Not Selene. That was for sure.

She never did get the full-story as to how things had fallen this far this fast, but she supposed it didn’t really matter anymore, did it? The fact was, things had changed. For better or for worse, she’d had to accept that fact and she’d say she was doing pretty well. Time was the greatest medicine of all she’d learned. With it, she’d halfway taught herself how to take things in stride and not worry about things that just weren’t worth worrying about. The other half of it came from her plants. Because nature had a remedy for everything - and any kind of pain.

But a remedy could only be found with the right methods and the right plants. And the plants were in short supply in her usual spots. Which meant that she’d have to travel farther and look in new places for patches of them. Against the advice of many, Selene had decided to head out westward across the county in search of new growing spots. She knew it was dangerous. Everyone had told her that the west was overrun by toxic mist - the seven-year-old leftovers of the Bliss, whatever that was, and Faith Seed’s final gift to them all; a fat fucking middle finger to the people that’d killed her. As if the dozens of families she’d ripped apart hadn’t left a painful enough legacy.

Truthfully, most of the details were lost on Selene. She wasn’t originally from Hope- she’d navigated this way on the train tracks looking to try and help people, so the history of Scavengers and the “Peggies” was lost on her. Likewise, their warnings about a toxic mist didn’t dissuade her, and she figured it was nothing that a makeshift gas mask made out of an old two-liter couldn’t handle. With that in the very back of her mind, she set off into the fog. It was a patchy, inconsistent soup, wafting mostly around patches of what she thought looked like datura. But something was… off, about it. Something about their flowers, it didn’t look right. Figuring there might be therapeutic property to the plants, she decided to follow the rows upon rows of them until the shadow of a building emerged from the fog. It almost looked like the skeletal remains of a greenhouse. A lavish one at that. For a moment, Selene felt a flicker of excitement was over her. Oh! This could be good! If she could clear the fog somehow, clean it up a bit, maybe she could create some sustainable gardens in the old beds!

Her jovial thoughts were cut short by a strange sound however. The rustle of old plants and the rattling of things being knocked over inside. A flicker of fear relaxed that hopeful yearning inside of her, and she cautiously pressed on to investigate the interior and find the source. The place was… quiet. And the air on the inside was much cleaner. Still, Selene didn’t want to quite remove her mask yet out of caution. She lingered by the door she’d closed behind her for a moment and hesitantly called out.

“H.. Hello? Is anybody here?” A pause, and she stepped forward, looking over the area. Tables. Beds. Lab equipment. A veritable treasure trove for a botanist-slash-pharmacologist like her. She raised her head again, gasping softly as she heard another sound. “Can anybody hear me? Hello? I’m here to help… I think…”

The man had been hearing a rumour going around and what he had heard would remain just that, a rumour until he had proven what he heard was true. Peter had heard that the infamous Harley Quinn was in town, in New York City, so he had decided to swing around the city to find out himself. Eventually he spotted her.

His Spider-Senses weren’t going off, that was a good sign. Peter had found her walking through a roof covered alleyway, landing above her. He then crawled upside down along the roof until he was way ahead of her, shooting a long web for him lower himself down to her with. He began to lower himself down towards her upside down. 

“Hi! Hi! Hey there!” Peter said in a friendly tone with pause. “Don’t be alarmed!” He said, still in a friendly tone as he paused once again and finally reached her after coming down upside down on a web. “Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man!”

@adventuriem​ said: [ TRACE ]: sender slowly traces the receiver’s hands/shoulder/arm/back/etc. while spooning together. (from alma shepard to kaidan? :3) “THINGS DONE WHILE SPOONING” PROMPTS | NOT ACCEPTING

Kaidan smiled gently at Alma’s contact. It was quite RARE that they could have a moment, just to relax together like this. And they probably deserved to have more, but they were going through a war against the Reapers. They didn’t have much time, if they wanted to save everyone -- which was impossible, of course, but they still needed to do their best, and Kaidan was just glad to be back on the Normandy.

@adventuriem​ giles sent:  “  you’re either really desperate to be coming to me,  or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am.  ”

              she is desperate.  he isn’t stupid,  but she might be.  in what world would someone like him ever help her?  too much demon in her for humans.  and more often than she would like to admit,  she has too much human in her for demons.  she doesn’t always want to do things the brutal way.  she’s had enough of it from the hands of mortals,  this planet doesn’t need her adding more cruelty to it.  but she does what’s necessary when she must.  and it puts her in an uncomfortable grey middle.  it leaves her with few allies on either side.  magnolia swallows thickly and shakes her head.  “  my mistake,  ”   she mumbles,  arms crossing over her middle as if it will shield her from the humiliation of standing at a watcher’s doorstep.  like a beggar pleading for scraps.  pathetic.    “  i...thought.  ”   they help people,  not monsters.  why waste her voice?  

💜 Closed starter for @adventuriem 💜

The concept of prophecies was nothing new to Namu. The idea of legends and events being foretold by some ancient writing on a wall somewhere or by the word of some Oracle seeing eons into the future was not a startling idea. His very own conception had been the subject of an ancient legend for his people, and the enigmatic nature of such tales had worn off hundreds of years ago for him. These days, he treated such things as little more than meetings without a date or deadline; always prepared for when they may happen but never truly surprised by their occurrence.

He’d been made aware of this particular prophecy some time ago. Recalling it verbatim was difficult, but he remembered the key parts of it: the first Siren and the Leviakin prince of the sea should cross paths and in their wake the seas shall be forever changed. A little dramatic as far as prophecies went in his mind, rarely were these meetings to final or so widespread in their effects. He’d heard such verbiage used to describe prophecies before and they were never truly as serious as they sounded. Still, it gave him just the right amount of worried motivation to ensure that this meeting went smoothly. Whenever it happened anyway…

The demigod was drawn from his thoughts as the shoreline drew closer. The beaches of a quiet little island off the coast of South America welcomed him with lovely white sand and the fresh scents of fish cooking on little spits. Someone had called for a doctor— called for him specifically because of his friendly history with the locals. Something about several women on the island falling ill with some strange sickness. Namu was more than happy to help. Coming from the shoreline he greeted several members of the island’s small population with pats on the shoulder and charming grins, making his way over to the small clinic that had been erected just past the beach. He called out as he entered.

STARTER:   @adventuriem​   ( yunjin )

   it was terrifying. never had he been so far from home on his own. it was the same city, but the outskirts of seoul were incredibly different compared to the heart of the city. all he had was one suitcase, and a bag; and here he stood, among other trainees that were being divided up into groups. they would be roommates for the duration of the trainee time.

   after having accepted the key to the dorm he'd be living in, his gaze diverted to yunjin. she was a familiar face. she had seen him during that show he did, and invited him for an audition. he hadn't even won, and yet he felt like he had because of her. giving a quick respectful bow to the person that had given him the key, he wandered off to talk to her before he'd go.

@adventuriem​ cont’d from here

Giles gave her a moment to react but it felt like eternity. Her lips parted as she stared at him. Wordless. It seemed like she had plenty of words just a moment ago. Granted, she had been sitting on them for some time after her encounter with Dracula, but it was a speech she felt good about as a Slayer ready to learn and take the next step. Now, she was just a girl again. A girl perpetually losing the people around her before she was ready. She’s never ready.

“You were going to leave?” Out of everyone, she’d grown confident that Giles would be her constant. There have been a few bumps in the road, but he’d never threaten to leave like this before. Threatened to take a backseat, sure. It was all part of the slayer-college experience, apparently. But this....

@adventuriem​ {giles} gets a starter (because the old one died)

The bus ride had been pretty long and uneventful, all things considered. Faith had stolen a Gameboy off a kid back in New Mexico (in her defense, it had slipped under his seat and he didn’t bother checking for it before he got off with his family), but the battery had since run out as they approached the Southern California coast, so she was stuck pressing her boot to the chair in front of her and watching the highway roll by out the window. She could have been doing something... more Slayer-ly, but all the books she’d been reading from were lost when...

When her Watcher died.

Took the Council a full week to track her down after Kakistos (who was no doubt still on the move as well, at least when the sun went down). Managed to pull her quick passage to a place called Sunnydale- said they had an active Watcher who had previous Slayer experience. They didn’t have to spell it out for the girl to quickly figure out what that ‘previous’ experience could have been. Switching mentors wasn’t unheard of, as all involved with the Slayer lifestyle tended to understand the risks (even if they didn’t exactly enjoy them).

Faith wouldn’t be his first Slayer, and he wouldn’t be her first Watcher. But that meant there were already expectations, preestablished patterns. She didn’t want to make comparisons (because no one could ever compare to her first), but if they were going to get through this, they’d have to work together.

Hopefully he was cool.