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“ it was all a trap! this whole thing! god… i’m gonna kill ’em, i swear… ”

Getting trapped underground was certainly not something that was on Alisa’ to-do list. Especially not when it came to dealing with Cerberus. The rest of their comrades had managed to make it out, but she and River hadn’t made it before the rocks collapsed. Sure, they were in their enviro-suits, but that didn’t make the situation any easier. Not by a long shot.

“Should’ve expected as much from Cerberus,” she muttered, adjusting her breather to make sure it was on right. To say she was uncomfortable was an understatement; the adrenaline coursing through her veins from the run was the only thing keeping her from freaking out. There couldn’t be only one exit in this damn place; they would have had to have a secondary exit for scenarios like this.

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@lycanstark: I cannot say enough how MUCH I love Logan. Nikko has done so much work to make Logan not only unique but he feels like a real person. Lore wise Logan feels like he belongs in the canon. That's to say nothing of how well Nikko does at creating a character who genuinely stands out among the crowd as even though Logan has SOME traits of his dad, he still feels recognizable on his own and to me that gives him so much more life & brevity. I also really enjoy Nikko's interpretation of werewolf lore in respect to Logan and it makes him and his world feel so complete <3

@iviaw: Another fave of mine, Vox had done such an incredible job not only subverting expectation with their lore regarding New Orleans as well as the creatures that live there! There is also the lore surrounding the rougarou as well, ever since following this blog I've been thriving off Vox's lore alone, and then of course there's Lincoln and his ties to not only a real historical based figure but how WELL he's fleshed out. Linc's personality and the way goes about the world and the characters around him make him and his entire lore feel all the more and I love him for it.

The bridge had looked sturdy enough. West had convinced River to go across first, she was light enough. He was brave (or stupid) enough. He’d hold the bridge as still as he could and she did the same for him. Then the last board gave way under his foot, snapping apart before he could even register what happened. For second he was falling, and then the rope of the bridge collapsed

River had grabbed the strap of his courier bag and yanked him forward so hard he fell half on top of her, to the safety of the ground, his toes dangling off the cliff face in the space where the board should have held. Where the bridge used to be. His lip was bleeding from colliding with the butt of her gun at her hip. But he was alive.

He crawled forward, feeling his boots kick loose dirt and rocks over the edge, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat up, looking as if he might cry. It sure as shit wasn’t his first close call out here. But fuck, if he’d been alone?

West took a deep breath, closing the foot or so bit of space between them once River had sat up, hugging her tightly.

send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

     THERE ARE WORSE WAYS TO GO. at least it’s storming, one of the few times rayne feels anything remotely close to peaceful. the rain and thunder drown out the constant barrage of thoughts going through her mind. it’s so much noise, and yet the world is finally quiet for her in a storm. if she’s going to die at least she can watch lightning streak the sky. not a bad last sight.

     breathing is shallow as she watches the sky. rain pelts her face, thunder vibrates the air, and the brunette is accepting her fate. but someone blocks her line of sight, shields her face from the rain a moment, and rayne blinks slowly.

She knew she was lying immediately, when she said she was fine — that distinct and sudden spike in the woman's heartbeat. She was fucking lying to her. She could feel the tightening in her chest, labored breathing, and her lips twisted with a frown.

“Careful not to cut yourself on all the sarcasm there, General,” Nick answered gruffly. At least he was used to the back-and-forth, particularly under the duress of a firefight. 

The detective was hunched low beside her under cover of that old car, knees up and his revolver in hand; basically a pea-shooter next to the firepower those raiders were bringing. Gunners, really-- they had to be with how organized they were. His free hand reached up to press his hat tighter onto his head as he stole a glance behind him. A bullet nearly hit him in the wrist if he didn’t lurch back down. “Jesus.”

“It was supposed to be,” Nick rumbled. “But either I lost my touch in seein’ red flags, or this was some kinda set-up. Not the first time the Gunners put a hit out on me...” but it would be the first time they actually caught him in a trap.

“No, it’s extremely short. I didn’t want West involved as this doesn’t concern him. I told him where I was going as a favor so he wouldn’t go off the rails again. And now he’s gone and started recruiting people to help find me.”

Betty heaved an exasperated sigh and shook his head, motioning towards the door of the abandoned lab. It was filled with decommissioned, destroyed or simply unfinished robobrains. Including Betty’s old body which West had painted on to help ensure people that he wasn’t automatically hostile and cover up the bits of rust.