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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 12, 2019 19:21:54 GMT -5
[ Bo probably got busy with work or something ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 19:50:54 GMT -5
hopefully !! ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 12, 2019 20:14:14 GMT -5
Bronn Blackwater ;; Human
Kjorn’s grip on the mercenary’s throat was iron-hard, fingers digging into the man’s skin. Clark kicked and thrashed, face turning blue as Kjorn lifted him effortlessly from the ground to peer up at the choking human. Clark clawed at Kjorn’s fingers in desperation as he began to go from blue to purple, the veins in his head and face clear amidst his struggling. Kjorn spoke only one sentence to the man: “You were wrong.” And then he stared, watching as Clark’s mouth opened and closed as though he were a fish gasping for air. The angel’s face was a mask of blank boredom, though his dark eyes never wavered. It took quite some time for the human to finally succumb, survival instincts forcing his brain to function even in the lack of an oxygenated environment. Each passing moment without the necessary element, however, more and more of Clark’s brain cells died off. His forebrain died first, shutting down his higher functions; after a few moments, Clark fell unconscious, though he continued to try and breathe as his brain stem tried to kick his body back into action. Kjorn’s grip was unrelenting though, and the hypoxia damage finally reached the base of Clark’s brain. The medulla and pons were damaged, and Clark’s ability to regulate his own breathing, blood pressure, and heart rate was disrupted. With a rasping, silent groan, the human finally died and Kjorn dropped him dispassionately to the dirty earth.
Bronn eyed the dead man. Clark’s lips and skin were blue, eyes open and unseeing as they pointed to the destroyed roof. He ripped a strip of cloth from another nearby dead person, using to the clean Clark’s blood from his dagger. It was dispassionate, cruel and detached perhaps, but Bronn didn’t really care. Growing up the way he did, living the life he did, you couldn’t really get attached to people. Everyone died; some just died sooner than others, and some died with help. With the silver of his blade clear of blood, Bronn slid the dagger back into its sheathe. Kjorn stared at Clark’s body for a moment, before he stepped away to retrieve his arakh swords from where he’d dropped them. Bronn sighed, knowing what that meant. Leigh had ordered the other mercenaries to disarm, and after she’d been forced to shoot on with an arrow, they finally complied. The warehouse was filled with the sound of clattering steel as the other captors kicked and threw their weapons out of reach. Leigh glanced at Bronn and gave him a swift nod, though Bronn highly doubted it was meant as a ‘Thank you for saving me, Bronn. You’re far too handsome and brave for little old me, but I’ll throw myself at your feet to show my thanks. Ser Bronn, my hero!’
Yeah, she’d sooner choke on her own foot than admit that to him. He flashed her a wry smile, and then turned back to studying the group of mercenaries. There were ten men left, all eying him warily. Kjorn prowled over, blood-soaked blades held tight in his hands. He didn’t look at Bronn, but when he spoke Bronn knew he was talking to him. “Get Asi out of here.” Bronn inclined his head and stepped away, retrieving his sword as he walked towards the chained angel. Leigh was knelt before the red-winged man, struggling to unlatch the chains that bound Asi to the post. Bronn strode over and studied the chains for a moment. Off to the side, standing like a watching, vengeful statue, Kjorn guarded their prisoners. He could sense the angel’s tension, could sense Kjorn’s rage from there. So rather than waste time trying to untangle the chains, Bronn instead went to the post to which Asi was attached. With a few swift, strong strikes the wood gave way and Bronn pulled the chains loose. “Come on,” he told Leigh. “We have places to be.”
Gently, he knelt and helped Leigh pull Asi to his feet. They supported Asi’s weight as they made their way out of the warehouse and toward the waiting SUV. One of the backseats was down, and Bronn helped lay Asi in the car. They’d made a sort of bed, placing blankets and cushions to make a comfortable space for the angel they’d had little doubt would be injured. Asi sank into the pile of blankets gratefully and Bronn stepped back, watching as Leigh walked around the car to slide into the backseat that wasn’t down so she could be near Asi. He hopped into the front seat.
As he closed the car door, sound burst from the warehouse. The sound of screams split the relative silence of the night.
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 12, 2019 20:26:11 GMT -5
‘Ser Bronn, my hero!’ lmao he wished xDD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 12, 2019 20:28:35 GMT -5
xD
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 12, 2019 20:54:15 GMT -5
Leighton Vallaway ;; Nephilim
Without even looking over, Leighton already knew what was taking place. The avenging angel was taking out his anger on the main man who had threatened and insulted his son, taking Clark’s final breath in a mercilessly but plausible way. The nephilim’s attention was only on Asi, nodding sharply when the sell-sword took care of the post. The two of them carefully hauled Asriel upward, physically supporting the injured man as they made haste for the getaway car outside. Leighton instantly aimed to sit close to Asi, watching him with a million thoughts going through her head. Shrieking wails were released and echoed into the night, but they were not her thoughts. Definitely not. Leighton tightened her jaw at the sounds but knew exactly what they were, not glancing at the warehouse and merely staring down at Asriel. They got him back. He was going to be okay. That’s what was important. That’s what she was thinking whenever Kjorn finally joined them again, driving them out of the fray and back to the house. For a while, they would be in the recuperating phase, using Kjorn’s estate as a hideaway to allow Asriel time to rest and get back on his feet.
After the hell he was put through, he deserved every form of relaxation and peace.
Kjorn told Leigh that she was welcomed to stay, and admittedly, she had been hesitant. Maybe she had some doubts, not knowing if Asi would truly want her there. But she agreed to his offer, staying in another separate guest bedroom he had. Not that she was able to get any sleep at all, though, not after all that shit. Leighton had been in a few combatant situations before, but she’d never been that close to death. Still, Bronn’s initial observations had been correct, about the nephilim’s speech back there. It had been meant as a goodbye, Leighton genuinely believing she was going to die. Letting everything out into the open in case her last breath was close and frankly, it had been, until Bronn’s heroic feat. It was funny, knowing that it was Bronn Blackwater who was her savior. Never did Leighton think he would be the one to come to her rescue like that. Maybe Bronn was enjoying knowing that every time Leighton verbally challenged him again, he could just bring up the fact that she’d be dead without him. She’d perhaps roll her eyes while he gave that typical wry smile. Hilarious to him, annoying to her. What a weird acquaintanceship.
Regardless of their mild conflict of personalities, Bronn did save her life and because of that, Leighton was still there, and she was still able to say everything she wanted to say. You know, just not in a life or death scenario. The tables had turned, hopefully in a good or better way. Leighton could speak to Asi face to face, in closer quarters and in a more personal manner. Even if at the end of it all, Asriel didn’t forgive her, that would be okay. That was okay, because Leighton would never hopelessly wish for forgiveness anyway. Her desire was to just say what she needed to say. Asi could and would be the deciding factor of what happened next. Whatever was better for his heart and his life. If Leighton’s absence was better for his mindset, then she would respect him and leave without argument or complaint of any kind.
That conversation was yet to occur. At the moment, Leighton could only find real solace in knowing that Asriel was home and in the safety of his father’s unwavering protection. No one was going to lay a harming finger on Asi again, not with Kjorn in the picture. And Leigh respected the f**k out of Kjorn Stark. There was no denying that. She would always respect him. She would always have his back and he was the kind of person who would have hers. Loyalty was important. Hard to come by nowaways, too. And yes, so were good souls. As morning came, Leighton found herself studying one good soul, but in the form of a familiar photo grasped in her fingers. With Asi still upstairs in his own recuperating bedroom, Leigh hadn’t spoken to him yet. She took up residence in the living room after having awakened early, sitting quietly on the couch with some hot tea in her other hand. If not for everything that happened to her and the rest of them, she could’ve almost looked peaceful.
They all knew better. True, they were all in a bubble of safety right now, but the recent incidents were all still being mulled over. Leighton was still feeling anything but peace and complete comfort. She figured Kjorn shared a similar mindset. Bronn? Who knew.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 12, 2019 23:51:23 GMT -5
( :3 )
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Post by desdemona on Jan 13, 2019 1:15:38 GMT -5
this is too sad. kiss already. no more upsettis time for beddies ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 13, 2019 2:09:51 GMT -5
if the chance to be a hitman came across kai, kai would seriously consider it
ezra would be too choosy on his targets bc he has """""feelings""""
but... what of I revamped him to be like a Robin hood type. but you know, like a murderer/assassin who is Really nice and insecure but also snipes from rooftops like uhhh... angel poachers and burningcloaks but also looking into ways to get some of the many terrible vampyres in arcya
dhdhsisisns nah
someone, if you make an assassin type character, kai will be your informant ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 13, 2019 2:20:30 GMT -5
and I want kai to get in trouble whilst snooping so if anyone has any.... ideas, hit me up kai is willing to use his looks to get places, with promises of giving some, but never actually planning to give some flirting is one of his main modes of interrogation ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 13, 2019 18:02:51 GMT -5
[ I will respond tomorrow x.x just got back to my apartment and I need to unpack ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 14, 2019 2:01:38 GMT -5
I know bobo is probably fine but whenever an online person disappears I'm like. Concern ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 14, 2019 9:46:21 GMT -5
[ Bo has a tendency to, y'know, go MIA for a bit xD ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 14, 2019 10:09:17 GMT -5
[ Bo has a tendency to, y'know, go MIA for a bit xD ] ^
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 14, 2019 10:52:15 GMT -5
( tbh a lot of y’all have the tendency to go MIA )
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 14, 2019 13:13:42 GMT -5
LMAO Exposed xDD
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Post by desdemona on Jan 14, 2019 14:41:52 GMT -5
hhdsgushdhurg ]]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 14, 2019 14:43:28 GMT -5
(Yeah sometimes people just disappear but don't worry i'm sure she'll be back)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 14, 2019 21:13:21 GMT -5
hhrhrk.... moving.... stupid... ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 14, 2019 21:39:34 GMT -5
I want to rp or read rp, guys, give me the juicy stuff ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 15, 2019 16:44:32 GMT -5
good evening i have situated myself in my dorm
how is everyone ]]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 15, 2019 21:19:34 GMT -5
(Evening everyone!)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 15, 2019 21:44:33 GMT -5
hello ]]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 16, 2019 11:23:13 GMT -5
[ sorry I haven't been on guys! classes started on Monday so I've been pretty busy how is everyone? ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 16, 2019 11:47:13 GMT -5
(Good morning-ish I guess i'm alive for now)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 16, 2019 11:57:19 GMT -5
I'm good, classes started today for me
how about y'all ]]
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 16, 2019 16:25:19 GMT -5
[ Heyo how's it going? I'm still around I've just been chillin' ]
[ Idk if anyone here is interested, but Liv, Cloudy, and I are making an RP if you want to join in: link ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 16, 2019 16:51:41 GMT -5
(Atm I have an upset stomach and i blame orange juice.
I'll take a look because i'm full of muse right now)
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