#epocryph

Crumbled pieces of glass fracture beneath Basil's heel as he attempts to steady himself. A pinprick of wooziness passes through his temples even as he stands upright. Though, it begins to teeter off as relief washes over him at the sight of a familiar face. He reaches for Aibi's hands and squeezes them as the breath he's been holding, without even realizing, tumbles out, "Y-yeah." It's a prefatory response because, truly, the corners of his vision remain feathered. Whiplash is something he's grown accustomed to, even relished in the heat of a fight, zipping between locations with his portals. He hadn't anticipated being picked up midair and flung about like a bag of spoiled fruit.

Thankfully, the culprit is off the scene, heading into questioning.

The immediate threat of getting stabbed has been mitigated at least -- to say nothing of the far more pressing issue of what will happen if they're apprehended. But right now Miles is banking on the notion that the element of surprise coupled with his own abilities will work in their favor, if it comes to that.

He leans around her, as though from here he could possibly see the route she's referring to. The more she says, the less he likes the sound of it. "You sound like you're describing a people dump. Or some kind of high security medical malpractice nightmare." The classic victims go in but they never come out route. Because he's definitely seen that before. What's the alternative, though? They're certainly not getting out the front door. "Alright, yeah, fuck, lead the way."

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beep beep how’s my portrayal?

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... hey chel have you heard of critically acclaimed children's show miracu—

@epocryph whispered: 「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘」 — to send the receiver a nude in a steamy mirror, blocking a clear visual of the body / from Tou hehehe :3c

MEME

{ ♪ } -- She hummed as she heard the custom chime for Touya come on. Her entire being always brightened when he messaged her, whenever he was around. So, she leaned back in her pillows and opened the message.

What she saw prompted her jaw to drop and color to erupt across her face and chest. This wasn't a message she received all that often, but that made it more exciting. Pressing a hand over her mouth, she forced herself to take a breath. His figure was clearly bare, but the steam in the mirror prevented her from getting a good look.

TXT: Mio Sole ❤ [ Well, that's a lovely visual for the evening~!]

TXT: Mio Sole ❤ [ I can only wonder what prompted such a thing 🤔 ]

TXT: Mio Sole ❤ [ img.jpeg ]

oh my wonderful friend do i have some thoughts about this. i made this mac and cheese once that had this cheese called bang bang triple play. it's a cow, sheep, and goat milk cheddar with black pepper, cayenne, and jalapeno peppers in it. it's a younger cheese but it's still pretty dry. however. shredding this and putting this in a mac sauce was one of the best things i ever did. the cheese is super salty but also sweet but also nutty but also tangy. and then it has the right amount of spice. absolutely killer.

for a nice pasta i am going to have to go with the sweet annie pairing i talked about a little bit ago with the butternut squash ravioli. wonderful amazing showstopping.

for a grilled cheese i gotta go with landmark creamery's anabasque. i did this with some thin sliced granny smith apples and a drizzle of honey and it was bomb as hell.

i have a million questions and not nearly enough time to discover the answers. i'm fascinated by everything, but mostly i keep to myself. however, i find myself staring at someone with dog ... no wolf ears and a tail. otherwise, they appeared human. the strangers eyes meet mine, then, and my eyes go wide, cheeks turning red. oh no, how humiliating. "i am so sorry. i - i didn't mean to stare." i have no idea how to begin to explain this, so i clear my throat. "i was just spacing out."

Out of all the different kinds of villains to face, Basil's least favorite by far were the slime types. They were slippery (quite literally) and had a penchant for completely dirtying up his uniform and curls. Thankfully, at least this time around, Tou was nearby on scene.

While Basil didn't normally like to accept help or pity, he was miserable, covered in a thick purple layer of goop. His skin felt like it was trying to crawl off from the inside, and he couldn't be more grateful for Tou's generosity. A small thanks fell from Basil's lips as he pawed off what mess he could from his face.

He didn't care for people seeing him fresh out of bed, let alone in the kind of state he was in right now: makeup running, hair matted, and clothes in total disarray. He tried to not think too much about how human he looked in that moment.

"Nice moves." / from Hawks :> @epocryph

Fukuoka summers are balmy and unforgiving. But that didn't stop the obligation heroes had to train hard and constantly. At the very least, Basil is grateful for the company—even if Hawks proceeds to keep three steps ahead of him and knock him straight on his ass. The bruises will come a day later, like they always do, but it'll be worth it all the same. Countless heroes would do anything to be fortunate enough to train alongside Hawks and soak in a fraction of his on-field knowledge.

His lungs are starting to ache from the effort of keeping up with the man too fast for his own good. Basil doesn't complain, though. He's content to be here, to be spending what precious little time Hawks has to offer. He wipes sweat off his brow with a stifled chuckle. Once more he pulls himself off the training mat and rubs at his sore shoulder. In spite of how small Hawks is, he can pack a punch.