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𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭.

…𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘶𝘴; 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴.

“So; what’s your story, Janet? Adventurer, soldier, or something else?”

“Me too.”

He extended a hand.

“My name’s The Will. Pleasure to meet you.”

He smiles.

“I don’t see why not. You seem like a decent sort of person.”

“It’s alright, darlin’. I’ve seen crazier things. Besides, most of ‘em are pretty entertaining.”

Mini-Bat looks more like Cow-Pool.

“I’ve seen at least a half-dozen of ‘em scurrying to and fro. I kinda figured that was normal.”

*shrug*

“ I’m not from around here.”

𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎.
…𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜.

𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎.

ᴸʸⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂⁱˡˡ
ᵃʳᵗ ᵇʸ ᴺⁱᵏᵒ ᴴᵉⁿʳⁱᶜʰᵒⁿ
#sagacomic #lyingcat

A self-satisfied smile lit his face.

“Merdo. Guess I’m a fikanta genius.”

"A Killer Within Awakened, An Innocence Lost.."

[Codename: 'Tiger Lily']

- Assassin for Hire.
- Not new to RP.
- Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC.
- Descriptive.
- No Lewd Allowed.
- RT & Like.

#Døgma

"I am more than just a mere Info gatherer, Buddy."

[Maggie Sakimoto. Alias; "Caliber".]

- Freelance Informant/Arsenal Provider.
- Not new to RP.
- Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC.
- Descriptive.
- No Lewd Allowed.
- RT & Like.

#Døgma

“𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘰.”

He flashed a smile that fell short of his eyes.

“I figured as much. Not that I’m passing judgment, mind you. My hands ain’t exactly sparkling-clean either.”

He pulled a pre-rolled cigarette from a belt-pouch, pausing its journey to his lips with question.

“So; what do they call you?”

I hate to advocate for the use of drugs, alcohol, or violence, but they've always worked for me.

He smiled wryly.

“Hell; you can’t spell ‘willpower’ without The Will, which just happens to be my name.”

Eyebrow arched, he briefly looked her up and down, stance relaxed but ready.

“You carry yourself like someone who’s no stranger to violence. What’s your story, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Something in the woman’s cold surety turned his flippant response into one of genuine, cautious curiosity.

“Everything, eh? Even you, darlin’?”

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em? WRONG. If you can’t beat ‘em, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯.

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮:
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙭𝙮; 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚: 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚.
𝙄’𝙢 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇.

They ride on winged horses,
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

He answered numbly without turning; transfixed by the photo.

“She was killed. Shot through the chest by a trigger-happy government errand-boy.”

𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

Looks like Rachel Grey and Kitty Pryde. Excalibur.