❝ You should realise by now that I plan for every contingency. Now drop your weapon. ❞

-> UNCHARTED MEME / ACCEPTING ! 

The pistol wouldn’t actually do any harm to Slade. Joey knew this well, yet he still kept it trained on his father. He readjusted his grip and swallowed thickly. His index finger found the trigger and rested there for the time being. 

There’s some mild regret of what got them to this point. Slade could kill him. Hell, he was probably one of the only people who could. That used to bring comfort, but now it only brewed fear. It rested in his gut and festered as much as he tried to quell it. 

@tcrminates​ // in response to

*taps on the glass*

Nobody good ever comes down here. Just suits. Not even anyone to clean the place, he can see the caked-on layer of dust on the rims around the large windows, windows to let everyone who comes down here see what sort of monstrosity they keep within the deeper confines of their facility. He’s a showpiece. A fish in a fucking bowl. After three breakouts they’ve figured out how to keep him in water without him crashing right through the acrylic glass (it’s over two feet thick, sickening if you look at it. Wonder what animal welfare activists would say about it…), and yet…

He doesn’t hear the gunfire. Peacefully floating in the water, heartbeat slow, King has no idea of the invasion down by the walkway, but his attention is drawn when he feels the vibrations of a knuckle against glass. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap. His large form comes into motion languidly, expecting curious eyeballs and oooohs and aaaaahs, but instead he’s faced with a man who is definitely not a part of that crowd. A bit hard to see and King can only make out the orange parts of whatever he’s wearing – and a giant claws comes to the window, scratching the acrylic until it curls in ribbons against his fingertips. The man has a weapon, King can see the metallic glimmer in the lights over the hallway, and slowly he backs away from the window, making… oh god, he’s making fingerguns at the man. Should be obvious enough.

Let. Him. Out.

three shots, before the spiderweb cracks become too big for the glass to hold back the water behind them. slade steps out of the way, letting briny saltwater pool around his boots as it gushes into the room.

     uh oh. dead end. never a good thing to have. bart doesn’t know how he got into this (its just what they do), doesn’t know how he got separated from everyone else (he doesn’t think before he acts and he didn’t pay attention), doesn’t know what he’s going to do now (no, really, he doesn’t know. he’s out of impulse decisions).

     he whips around, thinks he sees a little shard of glass fly from his cracked goggles, forcing a look of (fake, performative) determination on his face, but it looks so childish on him, fists shaking with adrenaline where he has them held up.

It’s quiet at the resort, like it’s early morning except it isn’t – it’s the middle of the day, sun bright over the pool, the absolute perfect day to lounge and build up a tan. But instead the chlorine water runs red, and with his feet swishing back and forth in it, King Shark sits on the warm tiled edge, the sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping between his claws and teeth enough to provide a gore fan with a boner lasting a lifetime. Not everyone is dead, at least – part of the staff isn’t. The people who wisely decided not to be in his way aren’t. It’ll take some time to piece together the bodies of the people left in King’s wake, especially with how many pieces are missing. They’ll never be found.

Ah, juicy meat. He tastes the terror but whatever, he hasn’t had human victims in months, maybe a little over a year, so he’s satisfied with what he gets. The crunching would make anyone’s blood run cold. It sounds wet, warm. The content growl that follows definitely doesn’t make it less disgusting.

“so who paid you for this?” king shark could be targeting him, but the idea is laughable. even covered in only a towel he’s the most lethal person here. he might be after the people slade was meeting here - rose is going to whine about having to move the appointment. slade thought that Markos had set up the appointment without anyone else knowing, but other people are sloppy.

♦ - What does fighting mean to your muse, and how different are they during battle?

♢ - What abilities does your muse possess that makes them an effective fighter?

♠ - What is your muse’s weapon of choice? Is it magical or mundane in nature?

♤ - Given a chance to learn and use a combat ability or magic they don’t possess, what would your muse choose?

♣ - Is your muse particularly merciless or do they leave their opponents relatively whole after a fight? Why?

♧ - Does your muse have any regrets about a battle or incident they had to fight in? Has it changed them?

♥ - Is there an opponent they’ve fought they’ve grown particularly attached to, love or hate?

♡ - If your muse were rendered unable to fight, what about them would change? Would they be able to handle it?

☊ - Give a list or description of particularly notable battles in your muse’s history. Do any stand out?

☋ - Does your muse believe in the ‘brothers and sisters of battle’ concept, growing close to their fellows, or are they distant from others?

⇖ - Is your muse attached to any particular weapon or piece of equipment they own?

⇘ - Has your muse ever used a combat vehicle or siege weapon in battle? Were they enthusiastic about it?

✓ - Has your muse ever lost anyone they cared about on the battlefield? Do they feel responsible?

✗ - Has your muse ever been a victim of friendly fire or been betrayed during a fight? How did they react?

☌ - Is your muse famous or infamous in their world for a battle or fight? Do they embrace or shy away from it?

☍ - Does your muse draw any inspirations for their combat style or spells from their past or the world they live in?

⇈ - Does your muse knowingly or unknowingly draw on any kind of power when they fight? Describe it?

⇊ - Does your muse have many scars or lasting effects from a battle? If not, do they keep any trophies or reminders?

⌤ - Is your muse uncomfortable outside of combat? Do they have problems socializing or relaxing?

™ - Do any inspirations for how your muse fights come from other media? List or describe them.

☎ - Describe your muse in RPG class or archetype terms. Do you actively push for them to be like this, or is it just a comparison point?

↫ - Is there a real life martial art or fighting style that you draw heavily on for your character?

    / / 🟢 @tcrminates​ asked; ❝ follow me – but don’t touch anything. understand? ❞

    | | gar followed the man, finally finding this slade wilson fellow. he claimed that he would help him with… everything. so, the kid had to give a little bit of trust in him and just stay on his toes. though, the changeling didn’t want slade to think he was ignoring him so garfield gave a quick “ sure thing, “ before averting his gaze back to the floor. the teen kept his arms in fists at his side, keeping in mind that this is for answers and answers only.

at least when it comes to him. it’s not as if dr light is particularly intelligent either.

slade walks quickly. logan will be useful, he’ll be able to transmit information to his teammates when he finds them. he walks through the cavern with purpose, remembering where his footsteps fell the last time he was here.

“I’d like you to at least consider the offer,” Norman says, hands slipping behind his back for a few short moments. “As it is and will always will be on the table.”