#apocaelypse

footsteps  are  slow  .  .  .  cautious  against  the  floor  of  the  TARDIS  ,  not  wanting  to  startle  the  doctor  (  if  that  was  even  possible  )  ,  worry  crept  up  deep  within  her  chest  ,  she’d  been  quiet  ,  too  quiet  ,  for  what  felt  like  eternity.

deena / velma : velma would totally be into figuring out what's happening on shadyside. she's so used to the spooky and unusual that she'd want to do everything in her power to help stop it.

jamie / dani ardor : there's nothing coming to mind but the vibe feel right.

leah / kaylee hackett : could have some cool understand since both of them are shapeshifters / werewolves.

jacob / kaitlyn or abi : always down for more quarry stuff and plotting. would love to explore the aftermath of how they get past that experience.

a fresh start would be good for you, renee had whispered in his ear as she tucked secrets between his scars. a new university on the other side of the country after it hadn’t worked out with the trojans stateside. a new university without an exy team, without publicity, without pressure. jean’s been here two weeks now, and can already sense the otherness of it, thanks to all of his newfound free time. he hasn’t stopped running, hasn’t stopped spending hours shooting puck into net when he cannot trick his body into sleeping, but he has stopped being ignorant to the world outside of the sport that almost killed him.

hence, there’s some kind of wrongness at belgrave university. wrongness not too dissimilar to riko moriyama and his hell-reign. there are ravens here, if not by name, by nature. it rattles deep in his bones.

basic mind-mapping led to two names that seemed ever-present in reports of strangeness, two names identified commonplace; vera stone and hamish blake. of the two, hamish’s felt the least intimidating. he’d seen vera around the campus, and knew there was raven in her too. so hamish it was, the one jean approached fearlessly in the late afternoon, knocking on his t.a. office door. 

   ‘ there’s a cult here, isn’t there? ’     about as unforgiving as a forest-fire, those words, all tact lost to impatience. a fresh start would be good for him, renee had said. but what if this fresh start was simply a repeated cycle?    ‘ don’t lie to me. too many people have died, and i know a thing or two about power structures. enough to see there’s one here. maybe even two. i can’t figure out if you and vera are working together. ’

they    had    no    other    options.            she    had    no    other    options.            someone    had    to    press    the    trigger        &        no    harm    to    chris,        but    she    was    quicker    on    her    feet          ---          if    anyone    had    a    chance    of    getting    out    of    the    bombs    range    in    time,        it    was    her.            besides,        she    made    it,        she    was    the    only    one    who    could    fix    it.            like    said    prior,        zoe    had    no    other    options.

once    the    explosion    died    down        &        the    growls    of    the    dead    seemed    to    cease    she    took    her    hands    off    her    ears.            gun    aimed    ahead    of    them    just    in    case    of    stragglers.            the    last    thing    zoe    wanted    was    to    be    stuck    in    this    crumbling    building    after    dark,        especially    seeing    they    had    just    rang    the    dinner    bell    for    other    hosts    for    miles.

                    ❝ do you ever wonder why everyone is out to get you every day? ❞

                                                                           - @apocaelypse​

                    a brutal, humorless laugh passes her lips before she tosses back the goblet full of red, bitter liquid she had been offered by a grounder who’s name she hadn’t been given. everyone in polis had treated her much the same way since she had arrived — quiet, uncertain looks and careful, quick conversations. they refused to introduce themselves, refused to spend a moment alone with her — as if something about the fact that she came from the sky made her inherently dangerous. or maybe it was just their perception of skaikru as a whole. and, really, could clarke blame them? 

                    setting the goblet aside, she shook her head and dropped her gaze from lexa’s. “i don’t wonder much at all, actually. it’s not just me they’re out to get.” but the answer was avoidant in nature, because she knew what lexa really meant. clarke’s list of enemies was ever-growing. “you know what it’s like better than most, though, don’t you?”