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- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- Generally online in the afternoon eastern time
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- Give-No-Fucks
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, mystery, magical, modern,
Jethro Carver
Did Murphy's Law have a fucking vendetta against him? What the fuck? No, Carver couldn't have contained a scene properly, watching the clusterfuck go off without a hitch. But, no. These sons of bitches had to fucking stroll into the vicinity and contaminate his goddamn jurisdiction. To say Carver was beyond pissed would be an understatement. Fucking supers are gonna go in and save the day...guess who has to deal with any fucking casualties on their fucking record...us. Not to mention these people are gonna fucking lose their lives because they wanted to see the people who promised to save them...Christ.
Carver's gun was securely in his hand the moment he noticed the security at the front of the stage pull out their suitcase. Without any further though, he found himself approaching the stage, weapon in hand, aiming above the crowd of now horrified folk. Christ, they are gonna stampede themselves if they don't get shot down first...Fucking hell, if now was a time to have Juliet barking orders, it would be now.
With a swift observation of his area, and knowing that there was a very slim probability of startling anyone after the gunshots had already begun, he rose his own weapon and took a shot at the first man he could see. Not quite a headshot (too much paperwork), but he managed to nail him right in the chest, hopefully ripping apart a rib or two in the process. He raised his gun again, only to see the woman he had greeted earlier pummel a row full of gunmen with...someone's frozen arm. Ouch, lady. Not bad. Lowering his gun, for the moment believing the pile of heroes that invaded his senses suddenly had this all under control, he lowered his arm and felt the very distinct buzz of his phone slam against his hip. Fucking A...Jules...
A very distinct, ear shattering crack burst through the air around him, and wide eyed he turned to realize the building beside him had...it's like fucking Oklahoma all together again isn't it...
Watching the Snowflake from earlier pounce off the stage and towards the mayhem was even more of a confusing sight for the officer, watching the woman goddamn limp towards...
She's gonna get herself fucking killed, isn't she...shit. Okay, fuck, Jules...fuck I need you right now Jules, fucking A...
Breath hitching in the back of his throat, he managed to retrieve his phone with one hand and raise his coat hood over his head with the other. "Juliet? Fucking hell are you okay?"
"Jethro! Jesus Christ, it's like fucking ground zero here...I tried to get as many people away from the fray as I could...I'm still working...fuck..." Jethro had never heard Juliet curse this much since she came to his apartment one night, slamming her hands on his chest in sorrow of the capture of her husband. "Location?"
"You see where the building is collapsing? Heading there now, gonna try and evacuate..."
"Carver, okay...Christ...be careful, I'm waiting for instructions to bring in SWAT. I'm gonna try and get as many people down before they come in...Oh Christ Im gonna be sick."
"Hey, Juliet...Get the fuck down. Stay safe. I love you." Carver didn't tend to throw this sentiment around Juliet very openly, but it became engraved into his routine for whenever he suspected possible harm to either himself or her. It was a sort of good luck for the partners, something Juliet started nearly a year ago and had kept both of them safe since. Much to Juliet's protest, Carver's thumb came to slam against the dismiss call, his breath catching in his throat. "God, it's me, I don't talk to you much, but please...Keep Juliet out of fucking trouble while I go and do this absolutely dumbass thing." He mumbled under his breath, readjusting his hood as he ducked behind the stampeding crowd of people.
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Beast Tamer
God, that felt so much fucking better. Having skimmed his fingertips across the fabric of his uniform, cloaking it in the illusion of his costume, Tamer found solace in having been able to hide himself so easily amongst the horde. Serene? Serene? Where the hell are you at? I can feel you around but I don't exactly know where...Lovely? You alright?
Behind you, lovely. Remaining cloaked for the moment. Finding himself stopped in place by a ginger grasp that looped around his shoulders, a gentle inhale of relief slammed through his lungs.
Lovely, go handle the gunmen, stay down, though. I don't need the good guys trying to shoot at you. Not that they would...but you know how empty headed people can be able those that chose to help them.
Understood. If you need me, you know what to do. I will give you as much of my energy as possible if it comes down to it, Lovely.
Lovely, keep it. Believe me, they are gonna need you a lot more than they need me. I'm going to go try and evacuate what I can...that and it seems to be a villain that needs their fucking ass whooped.
If you die today I will bring you back from the brink and kill you all over again, Jethro Marcus Carver.
Ah, not the full name today lovely. Makes me feel like I am in trouble.
You only will be if you hurt yourself, lovely.
A full claw encased Tamer's hood, leaving him smile behind the mirage of darkness, a familiar wave of peace flooding through his nerves. Before he even had a chance to scold Serene for depositing excess energy into him, he noted the sudden decline in the destruction of the building before him. Fucking hell, did Snow Queen manage to hold her own? Not bad, Elsa. Oh...fuck...okay that's not good.
Seeing her deflate suddenly, seeming to choke on her own spit behind the balaclava, he raced towards her, flinging his arms around her waist and tugging her back several feet, much to her squeak of surprise and dismay.
"Gah!"
"Hey...I mean...I know there's such a thing as extreme sports and shit, but I don't think approaching an exploding building should be considered one...that's how you win yourself a goddamn Darwin award." Tamer greeted cheekily, his grin unbeknownst to the heroine in front of him. She quickly brushed him off, which he respectfully understood, raising his hands in apology before their banter was stalled to a screeching halt.
Ser...serene? The hell? He told her to remain cloaked, and even as she began going through gunman after gunman, horror travelled through him. Serene? What the hell are you doing?
Lovely...you are seeing this??? That' not me....that's not me...
Where the hell are you?
In the next moment, an invisible force thrust a gunman from the stage to the ground beneath him, ripping the rifle from his hands and snapping it damn near in half. Tamer blinked. Good Girl.
Did Murphy's Law have a fucking vendetta against him? What the fuck? No, Carver couldn't have contained a scene properly, watching the clusterfuck go off without a hitch. But, no. These sons of bitches had to fucking stroll into the vicinity and contaminate his goddamn jurisdiction. To say Carver was beyond pissed would be an understatement. Fucking supers are gonna go in and save the day...guess who has to deal with any fucking casualties on their fucking record...us. Not to mention these people are gonna fucking lose their lives because they wanted to see the people who promised to save them...Christ.
Carver's gun was securely in his hand the moment he noticed the security at the front of the stage pull out their suitcase. Without any further though, he found himself approaching the stage, weapon in hand, aiming above the crowd of now horrified folk. Christ, they are gonna stampede themselves if they don't get shot down first...Fucking hell, if now was a time to have Juliet barking orders, it would be now.
With a swift observation of his area, and knowing that there was a very slim probability of startling anyone after the gunshots had already begun, he rose his own weapon and took a shot at the first man he could see. Not quite a headshot (too much paperwork), but he managed to nail him right in the chest, hopefully ripping apart a rib or two in the process. He raised his gun again, only to see the woman he had greeted earlier pummel a row full of gunmen with...someone's frozen arm. Ouch, lady. Not bad. Lowering his gun, for the moment believing the pile of heroes that invaded his senses suddenly had this all under control, he lowered his arm and felt the very distinct buzz of his phone slam against his hip. Fucking A...Jules...
A very distinct, ear shattering crack burst through the air around him, and wide eyed he turned to realize the building beside him had...it's like fucking Oklahoma all together again isn't it...
Watching the Snowflake from earlier pounce off the stage and towards the mayhem was even more of a confusing sight for the officer, watching the woman goddamn limp towards...
She's gonna get herself fucking killed, isn't she...shit. Okay, fuck, Jules...fuck I need you right now Jules, fucking A...
Breath hitching in the back of his throat, he managed to retrieve his phone with one hand and raise his coat hood over his head with the other. "Juliet? Fucking hell are you okay?"
"Jethro! Jesus Christ, it's like fucking ground zero here...I tried to get as many people away from the fray as I could...I'm still working...fuck..." Jethro had never heard Juliet curse this much since she came to his apartment one night, slamming her hands on his chest in sorrow of the capture of her husband. "Location?"
"You see where the building is collapsing? Heading there now, gonna try and evacuate..."
"Carver, okay...Christ...be careful, I'm waiting for instructions to bring in SWAT. I'm gonna try and get as many people down before they come in...Oh Christ Im gonna be sick."
"Hey, Juliet...Get the fuck down. Stay safe. I love you." Carver didn't tend to throw this sentiment around Juliet very openly, but it became engraved into his routine for whenever he suspected possible harm to either himself or her. It was a sort of good luck for the partners, something Juliet started nearly a year ago and had kept both of them safe since. Much to Juliet's protest, Carver's thumb came to slam against the dismiss call, his breath catching in his throat. "God, it's me, I don't talk to you much, but please...Keep Juliet out of fucking trouble while I go and do this absolutely dumbass thing." He mumbled under his breath, readjusting his hood as he ducked behind the stampeding crowd of people.
---
Beast Tamer
God, that felt so much fucking better. Having skimmed his fingertips across the fabric of his uniform, cloaking it in the illusion of his costume, Tamer found solace in having been able to hide himself so easily amongst the horde. Serene? Serene? Where the hell are you at? I can feel you around but I don't exactly know where...Lovely? You alright?
Behind you, lovely. Remaining cloaked for the moment. Finding himself stopped in place by a ginger grasp that looped around his shoulders, a gentle inhale of relief slammed through his lungs.
Lovely, go handle the gunmen, stay down, though. I don't need the good guys trying to shoot at you. Not that they would...but you know how empty headed people can be able those that chose to help them.
Understood. If you need me, you know what to do. I will give you as much of my energy as possible if it comes down to it, Lovely.
Lovely, keep it. Believe me, they are gonna need you a lot more than they need me. I'm going to go try and evacuate what I can...that and it seems to be a villain that needs their fucking ass whooped.
If you die today I will bring you back from the brink and kill you all over again, Jethro Marcus Carver.
Ah, not the full name today lovely. Makes me feel like I am in trouble.
You only will be if you hurt yourself, lovely.
A full claw encased Tamer's hood, leaving him smile behind the mirage of darkness, a familiar wave of peace flooding through his nerves. Before he even had a chance to scold Serene for depositing excess energy into him, he noted the sudden decline in the destruction of the building before him. Fucking hell, did Snow Queen manage to hold her own? Not bad, Elsa. Oh...fuck...okay that's not good.
Seeing her deflate suddenly, seeming to choke on her own spit behind the balaclava, he raced towards her, flinging his arms around her waist and tugging her back several feet, much to her squeak of surprise and dismay.
"Gah!"
"Hey...I mean...I know there's such a thing as extreme sports and shit, but I don't think approaching an exploding building should be considered one...that's how you win yourself a goddamn Darwin award." Tamer greeted cheekily, his grin unbeknownst to the heroine in front of him. She quickly brushed him off, which he respectfully understood, raising his hands in apology before their banter was stalled to a screeching halt.
Ser...serene? The hell? He told her to remain cloaked, and even as she began going through gunman after gunman, horror travelled through him. Serene? What the hell are you doing?
Lovely...you are seeing this??? That' not me....that's not me...
Where the hell are you?
In the next moment, an invisible force thrust a gunman from the stage to the ground beneath him, ripping the rifle from his hands and snapping it damn near in half. Tamer blinked. Good Girl.