#gzer

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || 19. enemies with benefits. //scuttles away/ || @gzer

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || pushes his paperwork and other stuff to the side of the desk to make room for herself, and lays sideways on top of it. (she is a menace) || @gzer​

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || “Do you want me to beg? Is that what this is?” //before shortly getting blasted by a proton pack most likely. || @gzer

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, HE WAS EERILY CALM. Showcasing any level of fear would've been counterintuitive to the situation regardless, but intriguingly enough, he wasn't all that afraid. At the very least, they wouldn't be able to read his thoughts, at least not nearly as easily as they'd managed with Ray the last time (a skill he'd worked very hard to achieve). As long as he could maintain that, the hard part of the battle was avoidable. Even if he was on his own this time round.

THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE WAS, FOR THE MOST PART, UNREADABLE. If nothing else, there was the occasional hint of mild annoyance. Almost as if they were little else than a recurrent pest - like a rat, or a cockroach. He took a breath.

❝ No. ❞

In Ilyssa'a defence, hiding whilst still wearing the heels that had bowed and splintered underneath the pressure of her failed attempt to flee was not the most convenient manner of doing as much. Her legs were still buckling as she was approached, her shoulders drawn and her breath rasping out fine and reedy. Seeing the same god who's inscriptions permeated her own work like a dark stain, who's recorded mythology she could recite by heart, standing before her now seemed unconscionable.

Her wide eyes tried to take in as much as she could, but still she barely able to decipher the grey humanoid shape before her with any real comprehension of detail. It felt as though she shouldn't have been able to perceive this.

A ripple of fear lurched down Walter's body. Akin to a fissure of lightning which permeated down to his stomach where it settled as dead weight. Despite all his foppish tendencies, Walter Peck was not a prude. But even this felt vastly out of his depth, he fumbled for a sentence that hopefully wouldn't result in an imminent demise.

And although he was a skeptic at heart, even he could sense a discrepancy in their demeanour, something not quite comparable with humanity.

I cannot resist a bingo sheet.

> 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙶: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚉𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽, 𝙲𝙾𝚉𝙴𝚁. > [ @gzer​ ] [X] > 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈: 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁, 𝙳𝚁. 𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙽. > 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶... 

THEY WERE GONE. 

THEY HAD RETURNED FROM WHAT THEY’D ONLY ASSUMED WAS DEATH, AND VENGENCE HAD BEEN ON THE MIND. Having caught wind that there was a God who had to be put away yet again, the four of them had immediately responded, with Ray, Peter and Winston fighting so honourably...but, now, they were gone.

THE ATTACK SHOULD’VE KILLED HIM, TOO. However, the status of his mortality having been a constant question since his first death, it seemed as if fate had, yet again, yielded other plans for him. He’d been the only one to regain his footing - though, he wished more than anything that he hadn’t, for a life without his closest friends in the world really wasn’t worth living at all; and yet, the sole comfort he entertained was the notion that he was now the only one who could stop Gozer. Maybe then, once they’d been subdued once again, his time would come.