#hellstung

Crunch.

V turned his head, the tip of his cane sliding neatly into the skull of a demon - a mere Hell Pride who had slipped the barriers between the realms. It was a single demon, a stray far from its pack, and V had parted from the foreign crowd with intent to deal with it before anyone else noticed. After all, though it may be one of the less powerful demons, it was surely enough to sow chaos in the streets. And where there was one, there was bound to be more.

That, and he could feel that he needed a little pick me up.

The demon turned to ash in a split second, glowing a soft lavender before disappearing. Observant eyes would see the glow slowly draw into the cane - and those with greater observation would see the faint tendrils of power trail up the cane and into the seemingly human’s hands.

Steve had almost let out a sound of shock at being pulled forward so quickly by someone who was honestly so small, but the finger to his lips made him relieved that he hadn't made a sound. He might struggle understanding her sometimes, but he at least knew the general sign for shutting the fuck up. He did raise an eyebrow though, a silent question, asking why they needed to be quiet. His body immediately on high alert, because typically that meant that they were close to being attacked, and Steve was instantly trying to think of where his closest weapon may be.

when claire thinks she's seen it all since that fateful night in raccoon city, the universe manages to surprise her once more with something completely disconnected from reality that at this point she's starting to think she might have just become a magnet for weird supernatural events.

so she signs her team to take over each side of the building, with her walking forward - always first, no fear allowed. "hey! are you okay?" she asks once, twice, then realizes that perhaps the explosion from before is still having everybody a bit shaken.

                                          extensive nonverbal memes.

@hellstung​ asked: sign: i’m fine.

               HE   WASN’T   STUPID,   HE   KNEW   THAT   THEY   WERE   USING   SIGN   language.   However,   that   didn’t   stop   him   from   feeling   stupid   for   he   wasn’t   so   sure   what   they   exactly   said.   He   knew   that   they   were   injured,   or   rather,   they   appeared   injured.   Blood   coming   from   their   nose,   at   the   corner   of   their   mouth,   and   maybe   a   bruise   or   two.   Eddie   couldn’t   tell   from   where   he   stood.   The   metalhead   also   didn’t   want   to   get   too   close   to   spook   them,   or   for   them   to   feel   cornered.   Instead,   he   slowly   got   down   into   crouch,   arms   resting   lazily   on   his   thighs   with   a   slight   dip   of   his   head.

@hellstung asked: 🐹// you're approachable I'm just a nervous beanie that doesn't know how to talk to people

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

travel was necessary in ari's line of work - several lines, if she's being honest, but that's not often. not to anyone who matters, at least. it had been some time since she last stepped foot in the states, but some information she received in seoul gave her a lead on someone she was rather keen on taking down, thus her spontaneous vacation to the west.

it had been a few weeks since she arrived, doing her usual routine of researching, scouting and observing before making contact, and already, ari felt a constant presence. someone was watching her. who, she wasn't sure. had her target caught wind of her? no, this felt different. in an attempt to sus out her stalker, she made her way through the busy city streets in a calculated manner, winding through the city, locking onto the particular scent that continued to follow her. the chase ended in the lobby of her hotel, and once she compelled the only person behind the desk this late to leave, she sighed dramatically, leaning against the counter.

"you know, if you wanted my attention, you just have to ask for it."

                                                🌳 SC                  @hellstung​  !

it   wasn’t   the   worst   ordeal   he’d   ever   found   himself   in   .      that  wasn’t  to  say  anything  about  the  situation  was  ideal  ,  but  knowing  that  he’d  survived  worse  was  the  only  thing  keeping  eric  from  throwing  himself  headfirst  towards  the  asphalt  below  ,  an  easily  digestible  meal  for  the  dead  who’d  waited  so  patiently  .  a  supply  pickup  gone  left  found  long  limbs  and  red  hair  stranded  atop  the  walkway  of  a  roadside  billboard  ,  had  nothing  gone  wrong  the  man  could  have  gotten  what  he’d  come  for  and  been  on  his  way  without  drawing  any  attention            but  things   HAD   gone  wrong  .  the  canvas  bag  he  was  meant  to  grab  took  a  little  tumble  ,  and  from  within  various  weapons  fell  managing  to  hit  what  seemed  like  every  piece  of  metal  imaginable  on  the  way  down  .  in  the  quiet  of  the  new  world  it  was  possible  to  hear  a  pin  drop   ;   several  large  knives  and  a  mishmash  of  homemade  killing  tools  weren’t  exactly  hard  to  pickup  on  either  .

they   arrived   in  the  blink   of   an   eye   .      gnawing  on  air  and  scratching  at  nothing  in  an  attempt  to  reach  their  next  meal  .  eric  couldn’t  blame  them  ,  maybe  even  felt  a  twinge  if  sympathy  ,  but  that  didn’t  stop  him  from  trying  his  hardest  to  flag  down  what  looked  like  another  living  being  ,  arms  waving  wildly  in  an  attempt  to  catch  their  attention  .   ❝   shoot   that   !   ❞      he  pleaded  by  way  of  whisper-yell  ,  gesturing  to  the  pole  not  far  in  the  distance  .  if  sound  was  made   away   from  him  there  was  a  good  chance  that  the  opportunity  to  escape  would  present  itself  .  once  back  on  solid  ground  he  could  thank  his  lucky  stars  ,  repay  the  passerby  with  one  of  the  dropped  items  ,  and  then  go  about  the  rest  of  his  days  pretending  the  whole  mess  had  never  even  happened  .  

a squeak is given , though the playfulness of the atmosphere is a clue that the action being done is not lashing out or causing harm. this does not stop her from stiffening , though then her face goes from fearful to confused as she lightly swats the hands away with the smallest of giggles , her whole visage scrunching and being dusted the lightest of pinks. 

what was happening ?

was this a common practice ?

a common gesture ?