- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 28:21 to 25:30
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, modern fantasy, Magic.
Deathstroke took the card and memorized Demi's number at first glance. Idetic memory, the benefit of accessing 90% of your brain function. A phone call then came in for them. It was their A.R.G.U.S. supply chain which informed them they now had rooms at a local inn. Deathstroke wasn't too keen on sharing rooms. "I'll room with Bane and whoever else wants to join us, don't care who." He said putting in his two cents.
"I'm guessing in the SUV we'll have a change of clothes? Can't walk in there looking like a notorious mercenary, can I? We're all supposed to be in custody."
"I'm guessing in the SUV we'll have a change of clothes? Can't walk in there looking like a notorious mercenary, can I? We're all supposed to be in custody."