dead man walking

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BREAK DOWN THE DOOR BITCHES CUZ DADDY’S HOME AND READY FOR SOME MURDER

xmisericors:

“Don’t call me out like this.”

xmisericors:

silver-haired-76:

“True… your sense of humor seems to have gone about as gray as your hair. Thoooough I say your ego could use a bit of a buffing…” He watched him for a quiet moment, watched the way the guy shed the jacket with such ease. It was a start, sure, but it wasn’t enough. Surely Jack had to know that his face was public property and there wasn’t anyone around who wouldn’t recognize him immediately…

Then again perhaps the number of people who went ahead and ignored the statue was larger than originally figured.

A tsk, and Gabriel took the necessary steps forward in order to snatch the com visor off the side of Jack’s face. “If you wanna get that perspective back, you’re gonna do it my way.” A full on uniform would be way too hard to pull out of thin air in such a short amount of time, so the armor would have to do. As for the guy’s poster friendly face…

Immediately, he went to the back to produce a standardized helmet with a red visor cover. Usually it was saved for those he designated information collectors but for this it would have to do. “Try this on for size,” he tossed it on over with a hand. “If I’m taking you out there like a regular soldier, you’re hiding that pretty boy face of yours. Don’t worry about your aim though, the tech visor acts similar to yours though it’s mainly used for data collection.”

Squints at my activity feed like why does his blog get activity when I’m dying at work and irl?

violentnonretirement:

So the old man still had some jump in him… good. That just meant that this was going to be all the more entertaining.

Though unlike the other, he was now a thing that didn’t have to fear injury when pain was now a constant part of his own existence. Behind the mask the wraith was definitely smiling, an odd sense of blood thirsty glee rattled through those dead bones. Each round he could feel sink deep and tear, a minor discomfort in comparison to the pain that was already there, but it made him grunt and laugh all the same—a noise that could easily be disturbing in the moment.

And then he collapsed into a deep mist against the floor. It curled and surged to chase after the creature’s quarry. An explosion of mist as the body reformed when he was close enough, a hand thrusted out to grab at that stupid visor.

To be on eye level with the so-called untouchable Commander was a part of the stage he had in mind. Eye to eye… to watch the life drip out… the thought positively excited the Reaper.

Who else would also love a solid timeline so they too know what the fuck is up?

Looking at that new map like 1v1 me on Khadgar’s statue u scrubs

He reflected, though faster than had been anticipated. There was barely a hair’s breath of a window for a reaction time. Barely a window to collapse into a mass of a blackened haze, though feeling the pellets graze through each individual cell of his being was incredibly uncomfortable.

Well… at least this confirmed that the kid was getting better.

Only another breath before he reformed opposite of the impact and even turned to look at the handiwork. The exact number of pellets in one round embedded rather nicely into the wall… not only faster but definitely more efficient. Looked like the years apart really did do the cyborg quite some good.

To that thought the wraith had to give a whistle. “Hell of an aim. The monks did wonders on your training.” They could use that sort of skill in Talon, but Akande had wanted the brother for this. Less connections, more than likely, which was something that the creature found to be smart. “We can have one or the other but not the both of you, which is a pity. Besides, I’d think you’d want me to do the job over Doomfist.”

There was a shrug as he circled. “The world needs to move forward in its growth, not take steps back into a past its decided it has grown out of. We’re here to set the world on its right path and show it the turns it should strive towards no matter what the means are.” The Reaper rolled his shoulders. “And unfortunately for you, it’ll be easier if you were made to… ‘go away’ as it were rather than to have you in our way.”

silver-haired-76:

Well… that was almost alarmingly easy. Though he did have to admit that he was quite pleased, Gabriel couldn’t recall the last time he had actually seen the guy take so much as a single breath outside of that stupidly cushy office setting.

“So then you’re coming…?” Might as well leave it as a trail, maybe there was a chance he didn’t get that correctly.“If you are, then you better not be coming dressed in that.” Here, Gabriel stopped to point at the rather obvious Strike Commander uniform. “Down to the basics, boy scout. I think it’ll help you get a good perspective that you might be losing touch on if you saw it from the grounds.”

KICKS DOWN THE DOOR BECAUSE IN THIS HOUSE WE WEAR BLUE AND WHITE.

disfigurxd:

“You never wanted it… of course. Because Jack fucking Morrison is always the victim.” It was tempting, for the briefest of moments, to remove the final barrier and let him see the full scope of just what had been done. A twisted look that curled in scorched and decayed flesh that seemed projected in the way a shotgun was held at the other’s head. “Do you know what it’s like to feel every little part of your body drain of life, Jack?”