xhellblazing:

⍟—”Trust me if I could teleport I’ve done so a while ago.” 

“They gave me fags. No daggers. I’m okay with fags though…" 

"Some of us can’t teleport so you get to see how hard our life is, really.”

“Pass me one, will ya? Last time I asked for one I got lectured.”

xhellblazing:

⍟—”Yeah, fucking wankers.” 

“What’d they do to you, lad?" 

"Well, there goes my free trip out of this shit hole.”

“Took my whole arsenal away. Left me the helmet, it does have explosives inside but I’m not willing to let go of it anytime soon.”

xhellblazing:

⍟—”Yeah?”

“Word gets round fast." 

"You have no idea.”

“So, let me guess. They did something to your magic, right?”

xhellblazing started following you

“So, I heard that you kicked Fate’s ass.”

ofgodsandgoddesses:

“Why live there then?”

"No joke intended, mate. You sound like a hero still, so thanks for your hard work and such. It’s really rad actually Or cool, rather.”

"You love it regardless of being a shit hole, I guess. Or your job revolved around getting rid of all the assholes that live there.”

“Oh please, don’t give me the superheroes are so cool attitude, we were having such a fun conversation before.”

shepbro:

“Protection, mainly”, she shrugged, “It makes life a hell of a lot easier when I’m not suffocating in toxic gasses or having bullets as my new piercings.”

“Tell me about it. I might need to get this thing upgraded”, he shrugged, knocking on the helmet that he wore himself. He wasn’t just about to confirm that not suffocating in toxic gas was useful, especially since that exact thing happened to him before. “It does look more technological advanced to be from around here though. I know about aliens, I hang out with one, don’t worry.”

deadshotting:

Jason had only arrived at the city again a few days ago. What he didn’t expect was a change of environment so suddenly. He knew that the scientists liked to play games on them, experimenting, doing everything that caused his blood to boil and wanting to do nothing but plant a bullet in their heads. Which he would, if he had his guns, but now he was standing in the dark, holding the wooden dagger that was handed to him, sharpened as good as he could get.

He couldn’t by any more thankful for his helmet’s night vision; he was clear that he wasn’t alone there. More figure started to slowly making their way towards him and he had to make sure that they weren’t hostile. If they were…well, Jason just smirked as he postured himself, dagger ready to strike down on whoever tried to mess up with him.

“What? What are you doing here?”, he asked the newcomer. He wasn’t going to lie, he was sort of relieved that it was him of all people who showed up first. For no apparent reason, he felt a strange itching sensation to his wrist, but his gloves and leather jacket were covering him up for the time being to notice anything unusual on his skin.

deadshotting