#freak1ish

@freak1ish said:

why did you lie to me? ( for Claire from Lupin )

She furrows her brow at those words, almost amused by them. This guy should be thankful it isn't Karter here to hear that. Man would've blown a gasket at such a prospect, but it still amuses her. Almost.

"Why exactly do you care?"

She's genuinely perplexed by it to be fair. It wasn't as though honor was a big deal amongst strangers.

𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒 . / * @freak1ish

There was someone, and that someone had heard him.

It had been a long time since Elliot had used his power of memory manipulation, but coming forward to a beckon from a stranger he didn't know was also putting him at great risk. For you see, Elliot had been in hiding for the last few decades - and with a good reason.

The power he held was not only the power to erase memories but create new ones as well, and Elliot wasn't a man who could stand against the ones that would take advantage of him and that power he held.

A sigh escaped his lips, it was hard to see in this blanketing darkness, even harder to breath, but Elliot didn't want to see this Wonderland - this Wonderland he called home in this kind of peril any longer and if the man calling out could stop this darkness - who was he to keep on hiding?

HE HAD NEVER BEEN GOOD AT REMAINING CALM, ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN HE when his nerves were already frazzled and he was on the verge of going insane, but despite all of that, he managed to resist the urge to seriously harm the man’s brain when he started reciting a speech about how pitiful and whiny he is. That this was the reason why Sean had decided to end their relationship because he was far to emotional for him to handle and every word that pours out of his ugly mouth reminded him of his old man, so was it ANY WONDERthat his eyes were starting to transform from their white-gray colorization to a fiery orange then a deep shade of purple in rapid succession. He lets out a blood curdling screech of frustration and outstretches his hand to telekenitcally knock him into a wall.

❛That is what you get for ridiculing’ me, you ass, and you know who you remind me of: my old man Noah Delmont. He lectures me just like you do. Lectures on how terrible it is to be around people who are experiencing emotions. The only difference is that he would have listened and discovered something to divert my attention from the initial source of my stress.❜  He barely glances at the spinning hat as he approaches the other man’s crumpled body and holds out a hand for him to take if he wishes to get back up. ❛You can blame him for knocking you to the ground because he was the one who showed me how to make someone fly through the air, but if you think I am going to run into the portal your hat has created, you must have been born yesterday, as after all, who is to say I will not end up in danger once I step out of it? More importantly, why should I use it when I have my own teleportation abilities to rely on? ❜

Now, if Darius had been any other person perhaps the little telekinetic outburst would have sent Darius flying through the air and knocked into the wall but the thing was, Darius wasn’t “any other person”. The anger and fury had been evident in Lupin’s body language - the changing of color in his eyes had also been a dead giveaway that Lupin was about to react.

So Darius had been prepared. In that split second that he had been thrown, Darius’s arms had come up to shield himself as his own telekinetic powers had scattered the bricks from the wall and the almost impact in all directions, creating a cloud of heavy dust and debris all around him. Surely it had appeared that Lupin had hurt him, but when the dust finally settled and the bricks fell to the ground, Darius was standing there, looking annoyed but unscathed as he huffed and dusted the debris and dirt off of his brown leather coat.

“Well, that was just rude ---” Mind you, Darius had been rather rude as well. He was sure if his sister was around she would have told him that he deserved the telekinetic blast and perhaps, for a moment, he would have agreed with her. 

For the most part, Darius had seemed to not hear anything that Lupin had continued to say after he mentioned the name Noah Delmont. “Did you really just say Noah Delmont is your father? I know him. Well, I knew him. I haven’t seen Noah in bloody years if it is the same guy--”

Darius had waved his hand with a flourish as he reached for his hat and put it back on his head. “I am not going to blame your father for anything. Although your little outburst was dramatic, he wasn’t the one that attempted it. Still. My memories aren’t what they used to be, wouldn’t mind seeing him again ----” Darius’s mind had started to wander, a certain smirk tugging at the corners of his lips before he shook the thoughts away.

“Anyway, I have things to do and I don’t feel like getting into a battle of the telekinetic powers with you - whatever you have planned for Wonderland, it would be wise for you to just let it go. Destroying Wonderland and the inhabitants in it isn’t as easy as you think -- and like I said, we weren’t the ones that hurt you. If you want to get revenge, get it on the Little Hare’.”

isn't that just what he LOVES to hear. ' you're a real ball o'sunshine, ennye? oh, lemme take a stab at it, chum: yer lucky numbers are 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, an' 42. ' his fingers wiggle in the universal sign for eerie vibes. ' ooooooh. '

of course, if whatever staticky bit of psychic feedback he's tasting on the back of his tongue around this fancy-lookin' fella is a proprietary air, then that darkness might very well be what's talking to him now. which would turn an ominous warning into a smug, self-congratulatory wankfest that he just doesn't have the bloody time for.

. . . or it's just the whiskey making its way back up. he doesn't come to this bar often, he doesn't know the usual quality. anything's possible.

' look, f'this is about that FIGHT earlier, i already squared everything up with the bouncer. 'sides, the vampire started it. '

a moment had been all he had needed to breathe. six years of unrest had twisted the mind. nearly feral in logic thinking & deed. when he had nearly devoured a woman over her antagonizing nature, it had thought it time for a brief vacation away from the political atmosphere of the community and from the world in general. he tried not to tense when he had smelled the other near. the choice to be more relaxed and not think so much being embraced. "      haven't smelled somethin' like you in a long time.      "

first meeting starter sentences / @freak1ish

Sure enough, the angel did not look like one of the usual patrons. What with his loose floral blouse and a thrifted professor jacket thrown over the chair beside him. The look was not especially aided by the book of John Keats poetry he seemed absolutely determined to read, no matter the noise of the bar, and no matter the way the letters jumbled themselves on the page. (He'd preferred it when John read him the poems out loud to this. But a little over 200 years later he was left with no other choice but to stumble over the written word himself.) He was frowning with focus, and that frown only dissipated momentarily when he heard someone speak.

Emmanuel raised his eyes, a smile shining through their tiredness but soon as he recognise the other – or rather, recognise the fact that he did not recognise him – a bright familiar smile turned to that of perfect politeness, hiding his disappointment, because surely this was the universe's way of telling him Kesabel was not coming. For a moment, he'd gotten melancholy. Kesabel was the only reason he'd dared enter such an establishment; it was so hard to get hold of him these days that when he'd suggested a bar to meet Emmanuel would not protest for a second. But, he supposed, something came up.

first meeting starter sentences / @freak1ish

The angel had been out there for about a half an hour. He'd gotten a message that Anane would likely be in danger from this man, hired by whomever deemed their little group unfit to keep on existing within premises. Anane did not like seeing Emmanuel much, it always involved this peculiar pain of shared past, up to the divided future Anane was not allowed to partake in. Either way and despite all that, he cared. And if he could solve this situation without being observed in their part of town, then all the better.

It took a couple more minutes for a figure to turn a corner. During the first few seconds, he'd become absolutely certain that it was who he was looking for, yet he paused still, becoming aware of something peculiar about the other's visage that did not at first meet the eye. It was not however the other's very specific shadow that interested him so much as it was his face. There was something about it. As he moved, it seemed to move as well, his visage lifting and falling like a thin veil in a summer breeze. Of course, it turned hard as iron when he'd noticed Emmanuel staring. The other must have focused harder on maintaining the illusion, which once again would not make it impossible for the angel to peek underneath, but he would hate to pry, and besides it would be crystal clear if he did, now that the other was aware of him.

Lying was bad but being rude was worse. He'd slowly move away from the wall he was leaning against. The other was slightly taller than his form, so Emmanuel did his best to stand up straight. He did not mean to scare him, but hoped that should he gain enough respectability in the other's eyes, maybe this could be solved without any trouble.