#helreign

❝  AND WHO ARE you supposed to be?  ❞  Half-way up on shore, her ankles were still buried under the water, her element. This woman did not look like she was of the friendly kind - but then again, Mera never particularly did like anyone from the surface. 

Cerulean hues tore away from her laptop screen, a hand closing it’s lid out of habit at the presence of another, she was a bit perplexed. For indeed, Pepper had a meeting scheduled, the woman before her wasn’t who the strawberry blonde had been expecting. In fact, she was quite certain the mystery guest couldn’t have come from the company she’s meant to draw up a contract with.

“Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don’t believe you’re the representative from Formura Enterprises... Mind telling me what you are doing here?”

➰ FOR ME TO SHOW YOU A PAST MUSE   /   💭  WANT TO WRITE BUT HAVENT    /   accepting !

      “   i don’t give a shit where you come from or who y’ are  ,  lady.   ”    there comes the gruff voice from the man holding a freshly shot M16A1.  be it hel  ,  be it valhalla  ,  her presence meant nothing.  and her goddess of death shtick ?  even less.  if this towering woman was the goddess of death  ,  then that’d make him a goddamn horseman of it actively carrying out his dealings.  “   gonna have t’ try to spook me harder.  death isn’t shit to me.   ”    death followed like a disease  ,  caught onto anything he had in his grasp no matter his intentions with it.   “   bother someone who wants to waste their time.  ‘m busy.   ”

          🕷   ❝      just going to say right now that your   HEADDRESS   needs some work. i don’t know where   TO LOOK   with it, is it supposed to be that spiky  ??  ma’am that’s a huge hazard, y’know  !!         ❞ he retorts, jumping off to the side to cling to the side of another building.