ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn the morning the rest of the Wolfe Pack would wake up to find their security forces webbed to walls, surveillance cameras destroyed, and Legion dead in his very own bed. Gossamer had been meticulous, ensuring that he didn't make a sound on his rampage through the grounds. Inside of the mansion he crawled upon the ceiling, traveling from room to room in search of his nemesis. Gossamer and Levi had been going at it for years, and never once had the spider ever came close to beating the hero. It was all because of Legion's stupid fucking power. Multiple enemies in such a close proximity confused his spidey-sense, making him heavily susceptible to defeat. He always managed to escape before capture, threatening Legion while swinging away. Tonight he would bring those threats to fruition. He would finally kill the bastard.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen he discovers Legion, Gossamer is glad to find the man sleeping. He needed to work fast before he woke up and there was suddenly fifteen Legions swinging at him. Using a line of webbing, Gossamer lowers himself from the ceiling and onto the man's bed. He looms above his nemesis, glaring daggers into him behind red lenses. Sinking down and onto his knees, he crawls onto Levi. He slithers up his body like a snake, gently raking clawed gloves over his bare flesh. In the moonlight the tips of his claws shimmer with his very own venom, the same that had killed Trailblazer. He would leave a trail of dead heroes all across the city, murdering them in a fashion that would leave a stain upon the city.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGossamer sits up, straddling the man while savoring the moment. It was a shame that Levi would die so unceremoniously. He deserved better than to claw at his own throat while choking on his blood. Ah, well. He lifts a clawed hand, four fingers straightened and poised for attack. All he had to do was slash at his jugular vein. Not enough to make him bleed out, but enough to administer the poison. It had taken Trailblazer two minutes to succumb. He had became a dizzy blur, trying to swipe at Gossamer who was always just out of reach. If the man hadn't been on a cocktail of drugs he might have caught the spider, but he had failed. Levi would be joining him soon, and there would be another obnoxious memorial service in his honor. Gossamer would be in attendance, of course. He wouldn't pay his respects to the only hero that had ever bested him in combat. It's what he owed the man, at least.

（     •°•  ⚠  •°•         /        ⭑      ）suffice  to  say,  shit  has  been  hectic  in  the  span  of  the  last  week  or  two.  and  shanii  felt  like  something  from  hell  had  made  it  out  from  the  bounds  underground  and  up  to  earth.  which  is  why  they  went  to  check  on  the  one  person  they  feared  already  suffered  religious  psychosis  to  a  slightly  troubling  extent.  but  they  do  not  come  just  to  lick  their  wounds  and  soothe;  they  have  very  prominent  news  to  share  as  well.  but  first,  the  twister  calamity  does  check  in,  giving  their  assurance  of  shep's  losses  in  regards  to  their  famed  puppets  in  the  horde.  “  I  heard  you  lost  father  and  sister  …  I'm  sorry,  shep.  ”  they  knew  single-handedly  that  the  living  puppeteer  put  a  lot  of  blood,  sweat,  &  tears  into  executing  the  designs.  but  shanii  would  let  those  puppets  become  wood  chips  if  it  meant  that  the  maestro  of  them  was  still  breathing. 

“  but  don't  worry;  you're  gonna  have  a  lot  more  material  and  upgrade  to  remake  them.  you  probably  haven't  heard,  but  there's  a  new  leader  of  the  overlords.  ”  facade,  or  leif  by  their  own  relationship.  “  we've  …  I've  done  some  business  with  him,  and  it's  been  very  lucrative.  now,  we've  got  a  very  extended  spot  to  join  it;  he's  got  most  of  those  false  masker's  resources  and  firepower.  ”  just  to  show  the  benefits  right  up  front.  “  we  wouldn't  have  to  worry  about  funds,  placement,  or  resources:  we'd  have  it  all.  ” 

perry stood in the center of his new apartment. one bedroom. one bathroom. all his very own. olympus heights was an apartment located in the heart of halcyon city, and the perfect place for gossamer to set up his web of operations. if he wanted to fight crime he would need to be able to spring into action at the drop of a dime. furnishing the place had been easy thanks to levi who acted as a one man moving company. he had assured levi over and over again that he hadn't needed help, but the man had insisted. now that he was feeling better after the endless night, perry was happy to get levi up and moving again. an entire day of worrying about the logistics of moving had distracted gossamer enough to not dwell on his vagrant memories. he turns when he catches movement behind him. levi had stuck around to make sure perry got settled, no doubt. he turns to smile at him, " when you get tired of fighting crime you should really think about opening a moving company. you can name it 'levi, levi, and me.' you'd make a killing. " perry says, flopping down onto his couch with a sigh of relief. he holds out a hand, gesturing levi to take it so he can tug him down and onto the couch with him. " I won't even charge you for the name. you're welcome. "

Everyone had heard the legend of Excalibur at one point or another. A magic sword was stuck in a stone, and whoever would wield it would become the new king of England. But legends were not all black and white as that. Prometheus - or Lars as he went by nowadays - had seen and heard many legends and not all of them were as accurate as people assumed. The battle of the 300 against King Xerxes was legendary but not due to mystical means or supernatural occurrences. Just soldiers. Brothers. All of them followed a king whom they would gladly die for. And they did. All but one. And since that time, many legends have come to be. Some true, some false. Some a mixture of both. "Are you sure you didn't have classes before?" Prometheus chuckled as he twirled his own sword in one hand. There was a cut on his left arm that closed virtually instantly after the metal of the legendary sword met his skin. Galahad - or Wilhelm - was doing better than he expected. Not perfectly… but that was why they were doing this. Back in Mistborn's mansion, in a training room where neither of them would be interrupted. It made sense for the oldest warrior among them to train the sword wielder. "You are still giving away your position on the way you roll your hip to attack." No mockery, no arrogance. Just stating a fact with a smile on his lips as Prometheus motioned to the other man's waist. "You want to catch them off-guard. Fewer chances for a parry. Also - I am curious…" The Spartan warrior paused for a second, head tilting to the side as he gave Galahad a mocking bow. "Am I supposed to call you something like Your Majesty? If the sword legends are to be believed, you are the king of England. Shall I drop to my knee or… that legend is not as the books say?"

Again.

How long had he been in the arena? He lost track of how much time had passed, how often he had started the hologram projections to practice his near perfect sword techniques. Sure, he could easily have gone outside and practiced against the horrid creatures that were plaguing the city, but that would mean facing against them - facing the possibility of death and, of course, facing the truth of the matter.

That he had a hand in the destruction and devastation that was at their doorstep.

Covered in a thin sheen of seat, his shirt having been discarded a half hour ago - or what felt like it - Ronan sliced and slashed at the humanoid holograms that charged him, breathing out with every swing of his sword to add more strength behind it, and as the last one fell, the umbrakinetic breathed in a heavy sigh.

It was then, as he turned to start the next simulation, that he saw that he wasn't alone.

"Akeno," Ronan spoke, greeting the agent of Envy with a soft nod. Of course, he should've known that eventually Akeno would have gone to the arena. He, along with Ronan, had advocated for the state-of-the-art equipment in there, from the holograms to the training dummies to the machines, and it made sense that he would come to practice.

Or, at least, that's his assumption.

he was half expecting to find the mysterious lover there beside him, but he must've snuck out before the light of the morning, or didn't show that night.

lame.

crawling atop the blanket covered form, he shakes the bed slightly, trying to wake his elder brother. light barely streams in through the blinds, but unfortunately for the members of his family, his sleep schedule was so out of whack, he circled right back to being normal.

" wakey wakey, big bro. you're stuck with le' for the day! "

He releases Levi's arm before retrieving the stethoscope from around his neck, putting both ear pieces in his ears before placing the drum flat against the man's chest. Nurse's eyes stared mindlessly at the other man's chest as he kept track of his heart rate. "Hmm.." Daniel huffs simply. He places the drum of the stethoscope onto the other side of Levi's chest, his big hand unintentionally cupping the other's pec. "Sorry.." Nurse began to say, counting his heartbeats in his head, "I'm indoors most of the time with the AC on, means cold hands."

║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█              this  place  was  a  fucking  mess;  shanii  never  consider  themselves  all  that  materialistic  but  this  den  was  basically  the  epitome  of  squalor,  no  matter  how  much  scrubbing  or  spraying,  it  all  held  an  aura  of  old  and  not  cared  for.  killing  roaches,  killing  rats.  the  windrider  was  getting  sick  of  it,  but  they  endured  mostly  because  there  were  two  other  people  they  were  thugging  it  out  with.  and  if  they  weren't  there  too,  they  would  have  abandoned  this  place.  a  string  of  blond  hangs  along  their  eyes  as  they  focus  on  the  sizzling  skillet:  the  scent  of  cheese  fried  fills  up  the  kitchen  along  with  buttered  bread.  there's  a  thing  of  jelly  on  the  side  but  that's  specifically  for  their  weird  food  quirk  once  the  grilled  triangles  are  done.  their  ears  perk  up  as  they  hear  footsteps:  based  on  the  clanging  behind  them,  it's  gotta  be  shep. 

“  you  hungry  ?  ”  they  don't  even  bother  to  fully  look  back,  just  focused  on  the  golden  brown  creation  in  the  plastic  spatula.  “  made  some  grilled  cheeses;  no  jelly  in  yours  or  sebastian's  of  course.  ”  they  flip  it  onto  a  plate,  other  hand  taking  out  the  cig  tucked  along  their  lip  and  snuffing  the  burnt  bud  out.  considering  how  bad  this  place  was,  it  didn't  really  matter  about  smoke  smells:  what  was  the  landlord  gonna  do,  take  their  deposit  ?  please.