#manyxmuses

Whilst the youth pondered just how much trouble he was in, Majora trailed behind in shadow. His voice wouldn't leave the youth, however, as it echoed in Link's head. No, he was stalking his prey as a wolfos, making sure to stay out of sight and downwind. "Nay, you didn't fail. What happened is far worse. You really need to know, and I have been sent to tell you." It was a task that Majora would actually relish. The entity crawled forward in a beastly guise at first, but it became more human, if it could be called that. "Your fighting and your life's work were all for naught! You fought Ganon and you died and yet remained unknown. You perished in the woods, clad in armor and sword in hand. You were found and buried in Castle sanctuary. But no one remembered you. No, you only found infamy for wars and wars alone. Common soldier fodder. He who lives by the sword will also die by the sword, as they say, and so you did. Your spirit wandered the earth in seeking." Majora actually closed the gap between him and the Hero and flashed sharp fangs in a grin. "Your proginy learned your secrets, your spirit went to rest. Here you arrived. Termina is your final destination."

.... He probably could have thought of a better way but this seemed the best way to play it off as something else if Cisco got rejected. He handed Colton his own take out container before clearing his throat “So uh... you as awkward as your brother on dates before turning all mega charming? That a genetic thing?”

“And you’re heavy but I’m not complaining. Shush,” Daniel said reaching up to run an absent hand through Octavia’s hair, not opening his eyes. It was nice to just relax like this with someone, Octavia’s scent soothing him as well as just her presence in general “I’m trying to nap.”

“No no no not now,” Brian muttered trying not to wake Stefen, it had been 24 hours since his last NZT and he was hitting the drop. He still had plenty of the serum to make him immune left. The problem? He and Stefen had been holed up in this shitty rat hole apartment for a week. The city they were in was crawling with CSI and FBI alike. His serum was hidden all over but no where he could get to without getting himself or Stefen caught. The only way to stop the pain? Take more NZT but then he’d suffer the drop all over again ten times worse and eventually end up dead. He gave a whimper of pain, clutching his head, this was gonna get rough.

Brian refused to look up as he was dragged on stage, he was wearing barely anything to show off the fact that while he was definitely scarred he had no bite marks, a rarity in this world, something that would boost his prices apparently. He tried to tune out the auctioneer as he informed the other vampires that he was a resistance member and had yet to be ‘tamed’. When the auctioneer gripped his face to force him to look at the crowd he bit the bastards hand, he heard someone in the crowd laugh, seemingly delighted before that same voice opened the bidding with a ridiculously high amount that had even Brian looking up in surprise. No one challenged  him, though there were various mutters as the crowd parted to show a vamp making his way closer to the stage, looking at the auctioneer expectantly before the other pronounced him sold and he was being dragged by the chains digging into his wrists to his new.... owner. The mere thought of that made him want to punch somebody.

[text: Robot] So like roughly how many people have you killed?[text: Robot] Also this is Brian Finch[text: Robot] Also don’t ask how I got this number. We both know it’s nothing for me.[text: Robot] Also don’t get all grumpy because it’s 3 AM. I read up on you.You don’t sleep much anyway