ℬ𝔂 𝓭𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱'𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝒆 ⁽ᵃᵖ

« Peculiar Stranger »

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            ❝ Considering your earlier comments and your demeanor I doubt you’d be the type to do such without evidence. Of course, that’s merely an observation. ❞ Plush tiers skewing ever so minutely to discreetly compliment a jesting glimmer dancing within pools of attentive cerulean.

« Curious Creature »

>> OPEN TO MUTUALS .

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                     ❝ To live is to dance on the edge of DEATH. ❞

« Peculiar Stranger »

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           ❝ Rules are more like guidelines that I simply have no desire to follow. Besides, it’s not like I’ve killed anyone yet. ❞

« Peculiar Stranger »

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                 ❝ Hn, funny. How about ready to deal with any situation? ❞

« Peculiar Stranger »

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                 ❝ And what, pray tell, would that be? I have several. ❞

« Reluctant Associate »

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         Returning to a civilian lifestyle was not a simple task for an individual who had seen and performed acts that they may never speak of for the sake of keeping their nation safe. If anything, it increased the difficulty of doing so. Years which most young men and women spent frivolously partying or pouring themselves into books in pursuit of a degree were surrendered for the sole purpose of protecting  what was precious — life. 

         From the instant she was old enough, she enlisted in the Marine Corps determined to not only display that she was just as capable of fighting on the front lines alongside the men but to prove that she would overcome any challenge thrust at her. In years before there had been females to become marines, however, none had succeeded in not only being placed on the front lines but also being offered a chance to join the black ops division. It was an opportunity that was gratefully accepted. What had once been nothing but a determined little girl transformed into a ruthless, silent predator trained to kill with her bare hands. Others flirted with mortals — she flirted with DEATH.

         The particular skills gained opened very few doors in terms of employment that would permit them to be continuously honed, one of which was thankfully perfect. A detective for the police department. Though not a simple one who merely scrounges for clues. An undercover detective who specializes in cases oft too dangerous for most.

         Hence her presence being thrust upon a man whom gave the air of a person near in age. Personality and demeanor? Hardly.

         Playing tough? Really? Either the poor male was trying to be impressive or had the impression her credentials would not be enough to aid him in the shared task assigned to them.

         A cool glance is cast toward his voice followed at first by a noise of indifferent recognition reverberating from the depths of her throat. ❝ Considering your evident discomfort, I CAN’T say the same. ❞ Cold, short, uncaring. Warmth was reserved for those privy to her boundaries. ❝ Lightning. ❞ Shifting her weight with ingrained precision, the woman pivoted away from her reluctant partner to stroll towards the target exuding no indication towards minding if Peter pursued or not.

« Fool »

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                                               Parasites….?

       For a moment her gaze lingered unblinking upon his form as the venomously toned word registered in the vestiges of an ever calculating mind. Ah — mortals. He was referring to mortals. Gradually, unpainted lids fell giving way to several rapid flutters of dark lashes breaking the stoic stare cast on the aberrant male whom of which posed thoughts reminiscent of a deity she would rather sooner forget. Unfortunately, the fates desired to cast cruel cards challenging the warrior once more with a entity whom, though different in appearance, possessed an all too familiar notion of altering the world to HIS desires. The only alteration being that she had neither kith or kin to protect for they had all perished in an obliterated reality.

       Keen eyes inspected the unknown male’s visage with renewed interest, noting that despite possessing no magical aura (at least one she discern clearly) a daunting sensation emanated from him as though it ebbed out of his very essence. There was no denial in the physical prowess displayed yet appearances were never to be confided in for strength can not be discerned by looks alone. If Lightning were to select any aspect to reveal the man’s fortitude it would have to be his eyes &mdashp; not for the condescending glare etched within the obsidian irises but for the RAGING FIRE of a soul burning within them. ❝ I wonder what gave that away, ❞ a light sneer accompanying the arrant tone. Perhaps allowing her natural disdain for obvious question was an ill-favored item to reveal, however, when one had suffered the ordeals she had all cares for another’s thoughts were gone. 

       Disregarding his haughty demeanor, a leather clad hand raised permitting slender digits to apply pressure on the bridge of her nose — the act paired with an exasperated sigh. Why was it that each instance an individual, mortal or not, deemed it ‘necessary’ to purge a plane they viewed to be infested she received the short end of the stick and was left to deal with them? Oh, wait. THE BLOODY FATES. The woman was adamant they were snickering from wherever they were perched in observation. ❝ Let me guess, you want to create a new world because you’re tired of how humanity behaves. ❞ 

       Dropping the gloved appendage granted the unnamed stranger a view of the disgruntled expression adorning the woman’s face. ❝ I’ll warn you now that the last god who executed a similar plan was destroyed, unfortunately, by my hand so if your demise is what you seek then, by all means, continue. ❞ Swiftly the formerly disregarded hand rose again in a halting motion to signify an allowance to continue her words if the individual should choose to consider acting on the prior comment. ❝ However, fighting and defending this world is NOT why I’m here; that job will be someone else’s concern. My presence is merely due to a failed attempt to destroy me. Nothing more, nothing less. ❞

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      Cerulean irises scrutinized the devastation strewn before them momentarily stirring the thought that the crumbled environment had been a result of the fallen savior’s arrival. Nay, the force of her body crashing from a crumbling reality possessed no such destructive capability leading to an assumption of either a great calamity or use of a destructive weapon, whether man-made or magical in make. Curiosity nestled within the warrior’s breast spurring leather clad limbs to move, trained muscles coiling beneath the veneer of porcelain flesh effortlessly casting the lithe form to the air. 

      With grace akin to a feline, Lightning perched herself atop one of the few intact structures to once more survey the world torn asunder attempting to gleam any information as to her current location. Time felt irrelevant to the woman whose own body was out of time, the shell holding the essence of life having survived far past the years of a normal mortal life span. Thus what could appear as hours to one individual were nothing more than minutes to one whom had decided who would remain and whom would perish. 

    It was not ‘till the sensation of being watched did the fallen one tear the cool gaze from the horizon, her body twisting to view just whom had come to approach her finding a curious sight — A FLOATING MAN. From a quick reach it was apparent magic did not grant the peculiar being his current position rising further questions in an already buzzing mind. 

                                     ❝ What befell this world? ❞ 

      There were perhaps more pressing questions to offer, however, learning the fate of the space around her being was a start.