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Something was different about this place. He had fiddled with an unfamiliar object which seemed to knock him out. When he woke, he wasn't where he once was. Or era for that matter. As he stumbled outside, it almost looked like some set for a wild west movie. Except, this was real. Just as Leon wanted to make some murmur on that fact, a creature of the undead approached. A classic zombie in his eyes. "Damn it, here too?" he said in a slight raised voice as he dispatched the zombie with a bullet to the brain.

@held-heart

Send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse.

Arthur had just been getting by, when out of nowhere, he felt something hit him from behind. In an instant, he turned himself around to find who the offender was. It appeared to be a woman he had never met before. Finally he glanced down to see what the object in question was.

'A loaf of bread, not a standard throwing weapon'. He thought.

The Bat was an anomaly in the group. Quiet, observing, unreadable. His face covered completely with gloved, claw-like hands. But there was a a kind of patience in the Bat's stillness, a gentle patience. Even the bat's voice was distorted but electric.

That was another oddity despite The Bat's appearance, he was frightening but didn't seem to be supernatural. An android perhaps, a machine built by a deranged mind.

Bright electric eyes turned toward Diana. "You've been watching me for awhile," He rasped. "Something on your mind?"

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She drags a keratin nail down the center length of the Good Doctor's back. pale, goose-bumped flesh dimpled by the spine, decisively mottled and puckered where those contraptions would attach.

"A surgeon ought to be more careful with her hands in the field, Doctor." Though, there are more injuries here than mere splintered phalanges. Moira cants her head, eyes the bloom of purple cresting over Angela's cheek, seeping richly into the jawline exposed from this angle. She tuts, tearing medical tape.

Titrating a hostage's wounds. Just enough to keep them alive, not enough to give them relief. It's all very analog. Delicate games revolving around balances. She presses the line of adhesive against a square cut of biotic-slathered cotton. Secures the other three sides the same.

↬   OF  MERMAIDS,  MASQUERADES  AND  MAGIC. | accepting

@seeasunset ‘  what  is  a  heart,  but  an  ocean  of  secrets  ?  ’

"Hmmph," He didn't look up from the net he was mending a least not initially. He wondered if the gills on the back of his neck were visible. His webbed feet of course were hidden uncomfortably in his boots. He wondered if the other would have said that if they could see either or recognize him for what he was.

Even through the doubts though she clung to her hope that maybe this man was just another lost Targaryen soul like herself. She decided to use Illyrio once more to house her and her closest members with her troops making camp outside of the manse. The man in question was spotted not too far away and she hoped if she were lucky he may stumble his way into this area. However, she still also wanted to go out and hunt for him too.