#kindersturm

❝       my,   my   !   this   is   what   it   means   to   kill.       ❞

   Curious eyes glance downward at the younger, a moment of silence to ponder if this child is merely a nuisance to be dealt with, or something a bit more. The latter wins in the end, interest piqued by the slight familiarity that lingers in the air around this girl. “And who, exactly, are you?” He speaks in an almost demanding tone.

★ “ You’ve gotta be kidding me! ” The man cried out, quick to turn on his heels and sprint off as fast as his thighs could propel him in every bound. Blind as Julya was, the last time she shot at him gave more than enough reason to be fearful in his racing bolt zig zagging to try and throw off a deadly aim. Hermit Purple sprang out of pure instinct, an arm throwing outwards to harpoon the long tendrils to the side and grab hold of a trash lid before the thundering aftermath of a trigger being pushed sent the tiny bit of metal skewering through the air.

One second, two seconds, five.. ten seconds revealed themselves in the depths of his mind’s eye in regards to the Future. He didn’t need to focus too much when all he needed to do was dodge and weave up until he could reach the corner and disappear behind it.

          The first bullet will miss but that second will get him in the shoulder.

As if he didn’t need any more scars littering over his body! A blink of oceanic eyes affirmed his next action, body twisting itself to face towards the hybrid at the perfect moment, his lungs filling with oxygen. He didn’t train all those damned weeks on repetitive breathing techniques for nothing! Sparks of energy jolted down his arm, imbuing within the flimsy metal to a reinforced state that would miraculously be just enough to deflect the bullet from piercing into his flesh. 

★ “ HAMON OVERDRIVE! ”

Once was all the tin lid would handle as the metal immediately warped and shattered but it was enough for the man to make his escape. Throwing it to the side, his body spun on his heel to once more break into a sprint, even throwing his arm ahead for his Stand to launch ahead and grapple around the street sign several meters away. Reeling himself at a high speed was a matter of practice that had been done thousands of times before, swinging himself around and aside from knocking over several people in his mad dash; Joseph rounded the corner successfully as the heels of his boots landed in perfect grace only to kick up again to run for his life.

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💠 - Egyptian AU

“How do you know where to go? You can’t see...”

“I just do.”

It seems there’s some sparking in response, the eye ever so focused on what was in front. “You.” A head tilts, blinking. There’s a moment of stiff silence. Only the sounds of the air whirring, and the occasional flicker of light dances across the body.

“What. Are you? Who.” A heartbeat, hidden behind glass thumps quietly. A soft sigh, the rise and fall of the chest sends a golden gleam, crackling over metal.

            Catra fell silent at this comment, expression softening as her hand clenched over her heart.

     What was that? a compliment?… Couldn’t be. Shadow Waver wasn’t someone to let in. There was a desperate craving for this vague suggestion of praise, but the risk of being broken was too great. She had to keep up her guard.

Bracing for some backhanded twist to the comment, Catra hugged her arms around her chest and turned away.

     “What use is a quiet voice in The Horde?         There’s more to me than what you can or can’t get to shut up.“