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ninamitoo · 2 years

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VILLAIN WARRIOR

Chapter 1

BTS Jeon Jungkook x fem! reader

Hero Jungkook x Villain reader

Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero Is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.

W: 2404

Future warnings: probably angst, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, future smut?, heavy themes and adult language, dark story?

Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.

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You can feel him before your eyes can even register him, his presence radiating a strong musculine dominance. The hair on the back of your neck stood up in a sudden rush of adrenaline. He tracked you down again.

With an uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach, you realized that he gets better with each new hero raid and slowly, but surely, starts to come at your heels. You didn't have time to play cat and mouse tonight, so you decided to take a tactical retreat without him even knowing.

You can feel your hair standing to attention and you straighten your body to its full heigh, releasing your grip on the male collar laing beaten under your feet. You brushed of your hands and breathed in while the heavy boots behind you were closing in on you.

“Are you stalking me bunny?” You address him while you let your bloody knife disappear into the shadows of your cloak. Tiny stones cracked as they were pushed on the asphalt under his sole, and you knew he had stopped with his unit just a few feet away from you, keeping enough distance in case you decided to attack. You didn't need to look to know it was him, because it was always your cute, muscular bunny.

“Put your hands up so we can see them and turn around slowly!“ He demanded in a firm voice and you did what he asked with a quiet giggle. You were greeted with a pistol barrel aimed between your eyes.

“Tsk, tsk,” you sigh at him as if you were scolding a misbehaving child. “What did I possibly do to receive such a gentle welcoming?“ You raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips when you noticed his frowning face. You have a talent at getting him riled up.

“For starters, you attacked the man behind you, notwithstanding all the other charges raised against you AND you are one of the most wanted criminal.” He answers calmly and nods to his companions, who immediately surround you, making it impossible for you to find a way to escape. If they only knew...

“Don't you know the saying innocent until proven guilty?“ You smile at the man before you who is still holding up his rifle steadily pointing it at you. His coal black hair flowed in small ripples on his forehead, falling into his dark brown eyes. He was dressed in his typical black uniform with protectors on his joints and chest, although he certainly didn't need them thanks to his ability to strengthen his body into graphene. His insurmountable close combat style has earned him a top rank amongst the heroes when he was still a young teenager and you were his first case.

“You look more handsome with your hair up,” you said with a flirting tone. His eyes widened just for the briefest of seconds, not expecting from you to openly flirt with him like this. The oxygen thickened every time the two of you shared a space together and today was no different. There was tension in the air and you couldn't tell if it was sexual or just an escalation between the hero and the villain. Yet you could not deny the irresistible attraction you had to the young hero from the first moment of your encounter; they came at you because of your own carelessness and you knew it. It was months of hard work and years hidden in the shadows that turned to dust overnight...

You finally found out where Park Li-Su's gang was located and after weeks of trickery, you got in as one of the dancers. As one of the new girls, you were on the first floor, in the public club functioning as a shield, but you knew Su was with his close cronies on the lowest floor underground where only the most desired companions have access to. So when you were offered one of the pole positions in the attic, you immediately jumped at the opportunity.

The space below was divided into 3 sections. When you walk down the stairs leading from the top floor, you get a view from the balcony of the round bar in the middle of the room, which was surrounded by a dance stage. There was always a raised stage a few metres apart, measuring one metre by two for the dancers, with private compartments against the walls. This was a place for the lower members of the geng who had no power and were just an extension of their elder brothers.

The second part was reserved for all the senior members and the third part was all talk until your lovely, drunken clients couldn't see into their mouth and told you everything you needed to know after a few drinks and drugs - most of the time the boss resided in his personal red room where he took with him the most corrupt officials and women who provided physical entertainment. Getting into his personal room of paradise was difficult given the fact that there was only one path to it, lined with bloated bodyguards and selling your body for sex was an option which you refused to acknowledge, and that's when you decided to use your inner ability - a rookie mistake which costed you a lot.

You should have known that in a world where there are select people with superpowers, even a geng boss with no inner strength would have set up protections against violent intrusion caused by inner strength. The moment you passed through the wall separating the corridor from the lust paradise, you set off the alarm and it didn't take long before you were standing in the middle of the room with several guns and knives pointed at your vital organs. You weren't particularly fazed, you were sure you could overpower them the moment one of them let their guard down. In fact, the bigger problem was the latest addition to the bodyguards team, who thoughtlessly called the local police.

Before a hero is officially inducted into the Heroic Legion, he operates as a scholar among the police force. There, they learns the basics they need for their future profession, not to mention how advantageous it is for ordinary people to have someone with supernatural strength and an unbreakable will to protect others at the cost of their own lives at their side. He was there.

You were both in your late teens at the time. At that time he was still just an ordinary young boy who had barely come of age and wanted to spread goodness while you were a slightly older girl dressed as a prostitute who had the police called on you for forcibly entering and assaulting an influential man. He was doing his job, just like you.

The men in black uniforms surrounded you almost immediately after Su, with a warning punch to the man's face accompanied with loud, colorful profanities, instructed the others present men that the police were not to be called without his permission. He didn't have connections in their ranks for nothing.

"Fuck!" Su screamed as he delivered the final blow to the hapless scapegoat. The blood pouring from the broken face soaked into the red carpet beneath the motionless body, and only now did you realize why the carpet was so spotty and why none of the women had screamed at the sudden commotion that followed your arrival. The Red Room was not a metaphor for the orgies held behind closed doors, but an apt name for the torture chamber.

Li-Su knew the police meant trouble, always sticking their noses in everything. And although anyone can eventually be bribed with the right amount of currency, why would he take the risk when he already had his people among the senior cops and sheriffs? Plus as long as none of the peace officers present were corrupt, you had a chance. But even that tiny sliver of hope was taken away the moment one of the officers spoke.

"Mr. Park, good to see you again." Mr. Choi as you read on his nametag, most likely the highest ranking cop among the attendees, extended his right hand to your target. A big, triumphant grin spread across that snake's chubby face as he realized who had come to resolve the situation, and you immediately understood they were old business partners as they exchanged greetings with a friendly gesture.

"Ki-mun! Nice to see you. How is your wife doing?" Bald Li-Su replied, the gold teeth in his wide smile reflecting the overhead lights. The knuckles adorned with large rings on his right hand were scraped and reddened, but the policeman across from him paid no attention to this and politely answered the question, thanking him for asking.

'I have to get out, fast...' You thought to yourself, and your eyes began to scan the room for the best escape route - something you should have done before you walked in. As you jumped from one possible scenario to another while trying to recall the layout of their secret underground lair, your gaze collided with another.

His young pupils were dilated with consternation and confusion. He was told that they were after a dangerous individual who was endangering innocent citizens, yet sitting on the floor in front of him was a girl who had far too much make up on for her age, wearing a bright wig and looking like a doe caught in the claws of predators. It didn't escape his notice that you weren't armed in any way while every man around you was carrying at least two different weapons. His eyes didn't even miss the injured man who was painfully holding his dislocated lower jaw in a corner hidden behind the backs of his colleagues, nor the fact that your hands were perfectly clean. His instincts told him that you were innocent in this and you were the victim, not the chubby Asian guy with a series of tattoos covering the entire left half of his face and probably his body.

So when he noticed you looking around, he deliberately drew the attention of his senior colleagues to himself to give you room to escape. You still, till this day, don't get why he did it, but you took advantage of the sudden opening and ran to the right wall of the room, where you knew the sewer systems were behind. In your mind, you focused on your power and forced the molecules in your body to dissolve into nothingness, and before anyone could recover, you slipped silently through the wall to the other side, revealing to the world you are one of the chosen ones.

A few decades ago, human evolution moved to the next level, or they say. According to some evolutionary theorists, human genes have never changed, they just spread to a larger portion of the population a few years ago than they have so far. Some enthusiasts, theorists and fanatics point to recorded cases of supernatural events that they have begun to attribute to people with genotype X, in other words, people with inner strength. They say that people with supernatural powers were alive long before the general population learned of their existence and accepted this fable as fact.

Once official heads of state worldwide confirmed the existence of a new type of genes that induce supernatural abilities in humans, new laws and studies were put in place. If a child does not manifest the X gene during their first 10 years of life, it is confirmed that they are a "normal human", as there has not been a single case of superpowers manifesting later than age 10. Once a child has awakened their inner strength, which varies by type of X-gene (over 100 different types of X-gene have been recorded so far) their designated guardian is required to report them to the Office of X-Persons. If a child is not reported for any reason during the first year after displaying their force, they automatically fall into the unregistered persons file and are recorded in the system as possible criminals for disobeying the law.

You were unreported by your parents when your power showed, and until tonight, no one knew you were an X-gene person. Today, when the stars in the sky were almost invisible, a new unregistered villain was born, who came to be known as the Vanishing Lady.

Jungkook watched with his peripheral vision as you disappeared in the blink of an eye and only ran after you when his superior angrily ordered him to do so. He was amazed by your speed but what surprised him the most was your inner ability. He had never in his life heard or read of a case where one's power was spontaneously passing through walls. As he focused his amplification on his right arm and waited for the whole thing to turn to hard material, he forcefully punched through the wall you'd walked through as if it had never been there. As soon as his path cleared, he ran after you.

"I'll check the left side, you take the right!" He managed to shout at his colleagues over his shoulder before disappearing into the darkness of the sewer. He didn't know why, but he was sure you'd turned left and not right, and he wanted to be the one to find you. Not only because it would get him a better position in the Legion, but also because he had a lot of questions for you he needed answers to.

Eventually he managed to catch up to you but he was sure you had let him; as he came to a stop, you stood facing him, your breath steady and your gaze level.

"What do you want?" These were your first words meant only for him to hear and despite the harsh words your voice was almost friendly, showing you mean no harm.

"What were you doing there?" His first question was asked, but even before it was, he expected no answer. "You don't have to worry about that, kid." You replied and Jungkook frowned at your use of words.

"You're not that much older than me," he protested, regretting how irritated he sounded - just like a little kid. But your amused smile was endearing to watch and all he could do was replaying the sound of your little giggle in his memories over and over again while he watched as your figure merged into the darkness behind you, only your eyes still glowing until they too, disappered.

"How do you know I look better with my hair combed up?" The young man in front of you asks before he can change his mind and you smile in amusement. "You should pay more attention to your surroundings. I like watching you." You confess and watch his body tense with shock as he tries to figure out when you were secretly watching him. However, he is not going to admit any weakness in front of you especially when it comes to who is better and so he decided to strike back: "Shouldn't I at least know the name of my stalker?"

The air is knocked out of his lungs when he sees the gentle smile on your lips for the second time after six years.

"Vanishing Lady." You say in a hushed whisper while shortening the distance between you so much that you're away from him at the length of his lowered rifle. "But if you really want to know more about me and my true name, find me yourself without your colleagues backing you up and without any listening devices. Whenever you can find me on your own, I promise to answer one of your questions truthfully. One meeting - one question."

You offer and let one of his colleagues come after you. As soon as the older man touches you in an attempt to roll you to the ground, he flies right through your ghost and onto the cold ground below. Jungkook watches with interest as the image of you before him ripples and slowly dissolves into grey shadows.

"How can I trust the word of a villain?"

"You can't. But who determined that I'm a villain?" Your words resonated in the wind like a final farewell before your face, too, faded into nothingness.

One of Jungkook's older colleagues who has been in the Legion a lot longer will stand next to him: " I thought her ability was walking through walls, not creating delusions."

"I thought so too, Suga-hyung." Jungkook replied absentmindedly, while his mind was already gathering the threads of how to make the best use of your careless offer. He will track you down and get you. For sure.

To be continued

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AN: I know this episode is very short, but I honestly don't know if there would be any interest in reading a story like this. If so, I will post more episodes over the coming months. I have the story all planned out and I'm honestly quite happy with it, but I don't want to write something that no one will be interested in. Until then, I bid you farewell.

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts jjk #bts jungkook #bts jk #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x y/n #mystery #fluff #jungkookxreader fluff #jungkook x reader angst #slight angst #jungkook x redader smut #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook

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ultramanyaoi · 2 years

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teikou arc part 1 :) recap 1

before i begin with a recap of key moments, i would like to express some thoughts on others readings of this. i feel this arc is probably where most people come to the conclusion that the main theme of knb is friendship or that the miracles are Friends Friends comes from. not to say those readings are wrong but i think people tend to assume some of the miracles are closer to each other than they actually were from this arc is all. after all i began this reread to understand and correct some common misconceptions i found so please pardon that i repeatedly bring up how people read things vs how i read them. also this will be split into the recap of key points then in a separate post i will discuss the narrative. its a bit counterproductive and i admit i probably shouldve done more recaps with other articles but ah well this is informal writing so idc.

anyways recap time: kuroko gathers seirin over to kagami's house to tell kagami about his entire past and who akashi is after midorima approaches kagami warning him about the "two people" akashi is relying on (alluding to both bokukashi and mayuzumi i presume)

the most important points for me will be both kuroko + aomine's relationship, development of kuroko's feelings towards basketball in conjecture to his correspondence with ogiwara and akashi's relationship to basketball and victory.

kuroko enters teikou determined to join the basketball club after his promise with ogiwara and two remain in close contact. initially hopeful and determined, as ogiwara advances in his club, kuroko meets constant disappointment, growing more and more discouraged even after he meets aomine. at this point a younger kuroko is a much less confident person and aomine acts as an important source of support for kuroko who presumably is working all alone. of note, aomine is the only person smiling in the final page of chapter 204, immediately singling him out as a key character. kuroko is shown to be working particularly hard, even becoming recognised by aomine who feels even more motivated by kuroko's dedication to basketball. however this doesnt pay off and kuroko is told in absolute terms it wont be possible for him to ever become a starter, crushing his feelings and leading to kuroko breaking down in tears. later he tells aomine about his desire to quit and aomine tries to persuade kuroko not to give up (a scene which will later be reversed as kuroko tries to persuade aomine not to give up on his passion in the next year) just as the rest of the starters make their entrance into the gym. thus akashi and kuroko's first meeting commences

while all the miracles begin making their way to school, akashi is dropped off by a chaffeur and expresses a desire to be given more freedom from his father. this establishes a theme that will be strongly associated with akashi restriction / pressure that results in absolution. it also ofc foreshadows one of the reasons akashi becomes who is. as previously stated this arc exists to explain how things got to this point. anyways at the beginning, akashi is portrayed as a kind if strict and serious person. grateful to one of the managers and considerate towards her, it brings up the question how could such a boy ever be the same one we see in the winter cup?

ill pause here and bring up, have you noticed a theme? kuroko is facing insurmountable odds, told he is without a doubt unable to play in a real game and crushed by this. does it parallel earlier in the manga? our countless insurmountable odds? yea im guessing you're starting to realise there's a theme about the seemingly insurmountable being untrue and perhaps later on you might realise knb even implies that simple acceptance of seemingly absolute things / unwillingness to try against the insurmountable is the very biggest mistake one can make in the pursuit of something. (of course this is already foreshadowed when aomine tells kuroko that if he gives up then there'll be nothing but effort itself isnt useless, ironic or even tragic as the roles will be reversed later and aomine finds himself being the one to give in to this line of thinking)

btw just a note, despite being a highly dramatic series and popular belief surrounding it, knb isnt actually a friendship overcomes all story. in fact it often says otherwise. not only does aomine directly acknowledge kuroko MIGHT not get anywhere, previous instances in the manga directly confront seirin with actually impossible situations which would be... if not for embracing change. their teamwork is not enough against touou, it's willingness to change and develop their personal skills as well which allows them to win.

#knb #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #haha i like tags #seb knb reread

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nancy--wheeler · 5 years

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medical // gimme angst pls & ty

NONVERBAL STARTERS --- mike || @loyaltyburdened

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand

If she was being honest? Nancy wasn’t all that surprised to wake up in a hospital... she was more surprised that she’d woken up at ALL. Considering the speed with which the other driver had slammed into the passenger’s side door, Nancy catching sight of it only milliseconds before impact, some part of her had accepted that death was a possibility. It wasn’t as if Jonathan’s car had any kind of protection against an accident like that, cars not yet advanced enough to offer that kind of safety. It was funny, in a dark and fucked up way, how after all their years of fighting demogorgons and closing down government facilities? The thing that might finally kill her was nothing more extraordinary than a drunk driver.

But it hadn’t killed her - because Nancy Wheeler was a FIGHTER. Someone who never backed down from a battle she thought worth fighting, no matter how insurmountable the odds stacked against them. And even though this was probably the biggest fight of her life? She’d known (in whatever plane of existence she’d been in before her eyes fluttered open once more) that she couldn’t let herself slip away - she had too much to LIVE for. Friends she cherished, goals she aspired to, and people she loved desperately. Reuniting with Barb on the other side would have to wait until she was old and grey, with long lines of grandchildren and great-grandchildren to mourn her.

It took her a moment to adjust to the bright white lights of the hospital room, but eventually Nancy’s blue eyes were able to focus on the person at her side. At the slender hand looped through her own, a thumb resting where his nerdy brain must know her pulse point was. MIKE. Her baby brother, looking about as upset as she’d ever seen him; an expression she knew immediately she never wanted to see again. “... Hey.” Nancy croaked out, testing her strained vocal chords and offering her brother what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“C’mon... you know I’d NEVER leave you like that. You still ... owe me money, you brat.”

#loyaltyburdened #[i knew you were acting weird] MIKE #[from now on we tell each other everything] THE WHEELERS

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sleepykalena · 5 years

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And/or "There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere inbetween." From A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

Rating: G // [ao3] // [more ficlet prompts]

Tags: Canon-Compliant, POV Krennic, Unreliable narrator

He wasn’t always a good man, buthe was on track to do good things.

This project was the pinnacle ofhis achievements. This...magnificent piece of machinery was going to make the galaxy better.

No. “Machinery” was far and awayfrom accurately describing the intense labor and mental work hours behind allthis.

This project was nothing short ofrevolutionary.

And yet...here stood this girl,about to transmit his blueprints tothe Rebellion. Her eyes were as fierce as the flames that licked the sands ofMustafar, boring through him with a heat he couldn’t run away from; the flashesin his memory alone caused his throat to instinctively close up, as though shehad channeled the powers of Lord Vader himself and sought to move in for thekill.

He had to stand in her way tostop her from ruining decades of hard work. In stealing his plans, she condemnedthe galaxy to chaos and violence, rather than bringing freedom and order.

She was a bad person, and had tobe stopped.

“Erso,” she claimed her name was.

It was then that he realized the eyesstaring defiantly at him at the top of the data tower on Scarif were very mucha product of Galen and Lyra Erso, long-forgotten because of his insurmountableschedule in the passing months. Galen’s eyes stared back at him with theferocity and determination of Lyra’s spirit.

He always hated thatdetermination; it never ceased to look at him with suspicion, as though itthought every step he took created a wave of destruction of the innocent.

As though he were a murderer.

Which he assuredly wasn’t, unlikethe rebel scum their daughter was clearly working for.

“You’ve lost,” she told him.

Preposterous.

The project was nearly complete; justa bit longer, and the construction would conclude. Then the whole galaxy willknow that peace and order can be truly achieved knowing that the Empire’senemies would be eradicated in a moment’s notice, wherever they hid.

He was a good man with a victory,not a loss.

Until he was shot.

“Leave it!” he heard the shootersay about him as he lay crumpled on the ground.

He lifted his head and saw thebeauty and splendor of his project peeking over the horizon. He marveled at thesight until, much like the Death Star rising like the sun in the sky, it dawnedon him that his time was up.

His own creation had come to erasehim from existence.

The rebel scum who shot him haddone him a disservice by not letting the girl kill him outright, insteadleaving him to be killed by his own invention.

Slowly, gingerly, he flipped overto look at the two who managed against all odds to unravel his successes. Henoticed the way they carried each other: they hobbled together, leaning on eachother as they headed towards the lift, as though they’d known each other foryears.

“Do you think anyone’s listening?”he heard the rebel say.

There was a pang in his chest ashe remembered how lonely his life had become, all in the pursuit of validation fromthose in power, wishing every night that he would be considered important, orthat people would listen to him.

No one really did, ultimately,and he realized that perhaps he took for granted the similarities between himand the rebellious duo.

He had, for starters, effectively issued a death warrant to an entirecity, most of whom were cooperative with the occupying Imperials, all in thename of testing his creation while simultaneously eradicating insurgent groupshiding in the underbelly.

Collateral damage in working towards the greater good, he oncereasoned with himself.

Now, Lyra’s accusatory starehaunted his mind once again: Murderer.

The Rebellion snuck into Scarifand killed several Imperial troops, collateral damage in working towards whatthey believed to be the greater good, even if it looked like chaos to him.

Given the damage this weaponcould do, it was now hard to call them murderers when they sought to destroythe very thing that made him amurderer.

It was in these last moments ofhis life that he realized: as much as he wanted to say he was a good man, orthat the rebels were bad people, the reality was a bit more nuanced than that.And, as he felt the winds change and watched the sky brighten, he thought thatperhaps most people fell somewhere in between good and bad.

Perhaps the rebels had more goodin them than he initially thought.

Perhaps he was much, much worsethan he cared to admit.

Orson Krennic took one lastbreath, refusing to take his eyes off his creation even as he went blind fromthe searing white light, and laughed inwardly at the irony of his situationbefore he turned into dust.

#rebelcaptain #fanfic #ficlet #writing prompt #canon compliant #sleepy fics #Project Chicken Soup Ficlet #crazy-fruit #ask sleepy

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jwgammuto · 5 years

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Raw Recap 2/11/19

Forgive me, lil Golden Fleece diapered Baby Jesus, for what I say. The go home Raw for Elimination Chamber is over and I have some things to say. Here’s The Good, The Bad, and the WTF: #FTR Edition.

The Good: It happened. It actually happened. Dash and Dawson are the Raw tag team champions and there’s a small chance the division might not be embarrassing for a few months. What an amazing match between these guys and Power and Glorious. Credit to Roode and Gable. I never liked the gimmick but they really gelled as a team while they had the titles. This was a match worthy of a PPV and almost made me forget about what i had watched from 8-1015. #TopGuys are back and this fan couldn’t be happier.

Rollins and Heyman square off on the mic. Paul always makes for a good segment but Seth really shines here as well. This was significantly better than if Lesnar had actually been there. The weird moment with Ambrose being a babyface again was unnecessary but who knows what the hell he’s doing since he’s leaving the company shortly. I will say this, I don’t want a cluster of run ins helping Rollins win. Let Seth win clean at Mania. Please.

Kevin Owens blasting the product and telling us he’ll be back in a month. Then throwing a gutter ball. A welcome addition to either show but Raw needs him. Too many heels on Smackdown.

Ruby Riott vs Nikki Cross. It wasn’t anything special but they did book this right. Ruby looked like a viable and vicious contender who can win without the Riott Squad. I hope she is allowed to have a great match with ArmbarCity Sunday.

The Bad: The crowd. Hot crowds make for better shows. It’s irrefutable. It’s why it’s so damn important to kick off the show well so the ticket holders are engaged from the jump. Grand Rapids, Michigan, you failed us. Granted they watched a lot of trash that we’re about to get into, but they could have done something. It felt like everyone was tweeting about the badness rather than watching it.

Dean Ambrose vs EC3. It took exactly two weeks for them to make EC3 irrelevant. Now he’s 1-1 against the same dude, who coincidentally also has no creative direction, and he STILL hasn’t said a word. Can it be salvaged? Sure. Turn him heel. Will they? Of course not.

Triple threat ladies tag match to determine EC order. Hey look. Another potential tease for a Bayley/Banks split. I think I’ll wet my pants. Two straight weeks, Banks has left Bayley on an island to defend herself alone due to “injury”. While Bayley has made the best of this and looked pretty damn good and capable in the ring, it has this feel as though it’s going to be another long dragged out “will they/won’t they fight” program that never pays off. Ugh. Also, I want Nia and Tamina to lose at EC as much as I wanted the Revival to win the titles. I guess that means they’re doing their job. Logan and Morgan don’t get enough credit for their ring work because they’re always losing but watch them. Not bad stuff by any means.

The WTF: Balor Club, Beardy Ryback, and Our Aging Olympic Hero vs Black Chris Masters, 1/3 of 3MB, and the current champion of cheap heat, Baron Corbin. Remember when Vince, Steph, and Trips told us we were in charge and we’d be getting fresh matchups and better programming? Pepperidge Farm remembers. The roster is crowded. I get it. But all 6 of these guys have nothing to do of interest so they’re stuck in a cycle of fighting each other and it’s just awful now. And worse, the IC title is starting to have that US title stench of uselessness. Has Lashley defended it yet? He will Sunday....finally. McIntyre is rapidly losing momentum and assuming Rollins wins the title in April, they better have Drew first in line or he may have to actually reform 3MB. This match was a cluster and had to be restarted. Everything about it was sub par. Nobody looked great. Even Balor eventually winning was meh. Although he did jump halfway across the ring for The Coup de Gras. That’s always fun.

Elias vs Guadalajara with party llama in tow. A disturbing recent trend is the company forcing turns and reactions rather than allowing them to happen organically. Elias can be a great heel just by cutting promos. He’s done it before. The interruptions are part of his Schtick and that’s fine, to a degree. It’s starting to get overdone and it’s hurting his character. Everything feels forced. Side note: Kalisto can actually play guitar and that was fun.

Vincent. Kennedy. McMahon. Clearly I’m not the only one watching Raw Replays from the Attitude Era in the evenings. The beauty of Becky Lynch’s rise in popularity was the fact that it was pretty organic. Similar to how Steve Austin did it. That’s where the parallels should have stopped though. It sure feels like they are doing much more to mold old Stone Cold roles into Lynch and I’m not loving it. The entire apology segment was weird but felt predictable right? She would opt for defiance and the HHH and Steph would make her life miserable until her peak triumph against insurmountable odds at Mania. Instead, they had Lynch apologize, albeit reluctantly. *Scratching head*. “That’s it?” Becky exclaims. Enter Vince, who still believes he’s the Mr McMahon of 1999. He suspends Lynch (which we all know won’t keep her off TV) and inserts his shiny new corporate puppet, Charlotte Flair, into the match. There’s a million reasons to hate this and none of them are because Charlotte doesn’t belong. Flair is perfectly capable of being a top heel without being a corporate stooge. Save that shit for Rollins/Orton/Corbin. A lot of people don’t like the idea of a triple threat at Mania for the Raw women’s title. I really don’t mind it, but this is a lazy and garbage way to set it up. For starters, it’s been done. Flair is the Heel Rock and Lynch is Austin. Oh yeah, and there’s the actual champion, who is becoming an after thought in this mess. Another concern is the Smackdown Women’s title. Who the hell is going to face Asuka at Mania? Mandy f**king Rose? She’s the only female heel with even close to enough heat on the show. This is a complete cluster and I have to believe there are differences in opinion at Titan Tower on how this should have been booked. Save us, HHH. Please.

This show was a general disaster and following a trend of piss poor go home Raw show for big events. I have tix for the go home Raw for Wrestlemania and based on this trend, I might be really drunk by 915. They really sucked me back in with the Revival’s win and then pooped in my cereal with that last segment. 2 Belt Whips because #TopGuys.

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Resilience

Like a bad Vietnam flashback, the Calgary Flames must have been sitting in the dressing room with pools of sweat on floor wondering what just happened after Thursday nights game against the Ottawa Senators. Things couldn’t have gone much worse on a night where optimism was trending up coming into it. After taking 3 of a possible 4 points to the division leading Maple Leafs the previous 2 games in Toronto, the Flames were feeling good about the direction their game was heading. Sure, it wasn’t a perfect couple games by any means but given what transpired Saturday night against the Edmonton Oilers it was a huge improvement. The Oilers took it to the Flames to a tune of 7-1 and handed them, what at the time was thought to be, their worst loss of the season. That loss left everyone frustrated and wondering how to move forward. Well, they answered that by going into Toronto and shutting out the high-powered Leafs 3-0 behind the stellar goaltending of David Rittich. Big Save Dave was pressed into action after starter Jacob Markstrom couldn’t play due to an upper body injury. That remained the case the following game against Toronto, as Rittich and the Flames would try to carry that momentum into it.

Like the previous game, Calgary’s game plan appeared to be focussed on using tight defence to manufacture offence in transition. It was just as successful as they minimized scoring chances even while having to kill too many penalties. A problem they had all season as they have been short handed the 3rd most times in the league. Thanks to a PK that is operating at 80% (13th in the NHL), they were able to kill all 4 Toronto powerplays. That made for 11 straight successful PK’s against them which usually isn’t a good recipe for success especially when facing the 4th best PP. Of course, to have a good PK it usually comes down to the goaltending. Rittich once again closed the door on everything the Leafs threw at him. The Maple Leafs fired 39 shots and he was up to the task on all of them...almost. David was a minute and a half away from his 2nd consecutive shut out versus them when it all fell apart. With a 1-0 lead on a late period Mangiapane goal, Toronto pulled their goalie for an extra attacker. It almost backfired, but half a puck width is what stood between them and a 2-goal victory. The puck hit the post of an empty net and stayed out giving the Leafs hope. That unfortunate event turned into a game tying goal by William Nylander and forced overtime. It was Willy who scored again and won it in the extra frame for Toronto. That was such a disappointing way to end what was a successful 2 games to build off of. Sometimes those losses hurt more than the blowouts because the team was so close to winning. It can truly feel like something was taken from them or they let it slip away. The key is to not dwell on that missed opportunity and instead focus on all the positives that lead to being so close to victory.

Well, maybe the Flames took the sting of that loss with them to Ottawa the following night. In what can only be described as the worst loss of the season, the whole team decided not to show up for the game. At least that’s what it looked like. They seemed to get beat to every loose puck, lose every puck battle, and couldn’t generate any offence whatsoever. Every time they entered the offensive zone they were pressed to boards and unable to get any separation for a meaningful shot. Even David Rittich couldn’t bail them out as he was forced into playing back-to-back games with Markstrom missing another game. On top of that, all the same issues that plagued Calgary before popped up again. They started slow in finding themselves down 2-0 less than 10 minutes into the game as the Sens scored goals in 1:42. The Flames were yet again playing catch up facing a 1st intermission deficit. The shots on goal heavily favoured the Sens too as they held a 13-5 advantage. It was an awful start against what was suppose to be an inferior opponent that struggles to score. Ottawa is 24th in the NHL in goals for per game at 2.59 while they are the worst at giving up goals at 3.86/game. Calgary is actually worse at scoring coming in at 2.44 goals/game. Yet in the views of the hockey world, they are supposed to be the team more poised for success right now. There they were playing comeback hockey though. The Flames came out better to start the 2nd period, with Lucic scoring 1:41 into the period. It was his 1st goal in 9 games as he continues to drag that $5.25 million cap hit around with him. That put them back in the game, but it was short lived. 3 minutes later Lucic got stripped of the puck by Connor Brown to make it a 2-goal hole again. In fact, Lucic was responsible for giving the puck away on all 3 Ottawa goals. That doesn’t take any blame away from the listless effort of the whole team though. At the halfway mark of the game, they had only 6 SOG! It doesn’t matter how many goals the other team scores if you aren’t going to put any pressure on the opposing goalie. Things went from bad to worse from that moment on. The Sens took a 4-1 lead on what appeared to be a shoot in from just over center ice by Erik Brannstrom. At least that’s what Rittich thought. He tried cheating behind the net to intercept it, only to be fooled with a direct shot on net that he was unable to scramble back into position to stop. That was an ugly was the end an ugly night for him. After a coach’s timeout and then a t.v. timeout, Coach Ward mercifully pulled the frustrated tender. After 2 stellar performances Rittich was unable to make up for all the short comings of the team on this night. It was obvious he didn’t take that lightly either, as he could be seen walking down the tunnel towards the dressing room and smashing his stick. That about summed up the mood of the team and any fan watching this debacle. The only positive from this game is back up goalie Artyom Zagidulin got to see his 1st career NHL action. It’s not how he wanted to see it I am sure, but a nice moment for him regardless. He did give up a couple more goals to make it a 6-1 final, but by that point the game was out of hand anyways. Yes, the goaltending was bad giving up 6 goals on 31 shots but there was enough blame to go around. From the goaltending to the D to the forwards, there just wasn’t enough compete all around. There wasn’t any intensity either in what was billed as the meeting of the Tkachuk brothers. The game featured no penalties, which is a rarity in the modern NHL where penalties are assessed for the simple placing of a stick against the arm of the puck carrier. Maybe that’s exactly how Ottawa wanted to play it. Maybe it was the result of the Flames playing their 3rd game in 4 nights. Maybe they took the Senators for granted. Maybe it was just one of those games. Regardless, how they would answer that performance the next game would show what this team really is all about. If they came out flat once again and lost, the vultures would start circling.

It’s odd to say that after 21 games the Flames were at a point where the next game could decide how the next 35 would go, but here they were. Coming off their worst loss of the season, it was about character and resilience. It was about showing the fight the team had left in it. It would be easy to roll over and feel sorry for themselves. It would be easy to look at the standings and see the gap between them and the top as insurmountable. That’s not what a team with the leadership of captain Mark Giordano and Matthew Tkachuk does though. With 3 of the next 4 against the same Sens an opportunity still presented itself to pile up some points and jump back into a playoff spot. The team ahead of them, in the Montreal Canadiens, was having their own set of problems. There was still plenty of time to turn things around and cause havoc in the divisional hierarchy. However, that had to start the next game.

In Ottawa and without top netminder Jacob Markstrom for a 4th straight game, that would be a challenge. They brought him in for situations just like this. To be the guy to stop the bleeding and right a struggling team. With him out, it’s a lot to ask of backup Rittich to be that guy for long stretches. Even though he had shown back in Toronto he could do it, the team needed to come together. As well, Coach Ward decided to shake the lines up to give the players a fresh look and feel. He moved Lindholm from center to the right side of Monahan and Gaudreau. Backlund moved up to the second line between Tkachuk and Mangiapane. And Same Bennett was moved back to his more natural center position with Lucic and Dube. Those moves paid quick dividends as less than 5 mins into the game it was 2-0. They scored those 2 goals in a span of 37 seconds on the backs of goals from Valamaki (1st of the season) and Backlund. That was just the start they needed to gain confidence and quickly put the doubts seeded from last game behind them. They didn’t let up either, extending their lead to 3-1 after 1 period and a 6-2 lead after 2 periods. The newly formed Tkachuk-Backlund-Mangiapane seen this biggest boost in accounting for half of the goals and 7 points between them. With that type of offensive explosion, I expect these lines will carry forward to the next few games at least. The game was never in doubt from the drop of the puck, but even so Rittich was good when he had to be in stopping 31 of 34 shots. There is hope that Markstrom will be back for Mondays rematch the Ottawa, but if not Rittich will certainly be back between the pipes for a fifth straight start.

So, at .500 and 1 point behind the struggling Canadiens, Calgary would love nothing more than to end their 5-game eastern road trip with another win. That would give them a 7 of a possible 10 points on the trip, turning what was a low mark 6-1 loss during it into a success. Such is the highs and lows of an NHL season. The key is not to get too high on the highs and too low on the lows. It is critical for a team to remain even keeled. If they don’t it can unravel pretty quick and a couple losses can turn into a half dozen. Those types of losing streaks must be avoided in a season where the standings can swing dramatically one way or the other. Much like the way the outlook of this Flames team swung from Thursday to Sunday. Where in the former all seemed lost, now in the latter resilience and hope spring forward.

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@dutyworn || not-so-random plotted starter

After a quick introduction of Dr. Mordin Solus to Dr. Chakwas and the medical team in the Normandy's medbay, Isabela finds herself once again kicked out so that they can focus on their patient. She knows it's for the best, so that they can focus on saving Garrus's life and ensuring he has full functionality of the side of his face that took a direct hit from a gunship's rocket, but at the same time, it's difficult not being able to be there for her best friend, even with everything else that needs her attention on the Normandy.

"I assume our 'guest' has been well behaved?" she asks Nihlus as she heads for the cabinets, opening the one dedicated to the dextro food storage to rummage through her personal levo supplies stored there, never having gained a true taste for most human foods unlike the majority of the current crew, preferring instead that of the asari and salarians instead. She sticks with just a protein bar for now, ignoring the stern look the older Spectre gives her as she waves off his concern, knowing she's no doubt burned through her energy reserves with her biotics, however limited they may be.

"I made sure she was fed and had Chambers find her a ship suit in her size. Chakwas had one of the medics run a triage scan on her - she'll need medical attention, but not so urgently that she can't wait until Garrus is taken care of," Nihlus offers, his subvocals thrumming with his disapproval of her dismissal of her own needs, even though he knows it's not worth fighting her over it right now, at least until Garrus is back on his feet and on their six once more.

"Well, that's something, at least," she sighs wearily, making quick work of the protein bar before tossing the wrapper into the waste disposal chute. "Any idea how she got onboard? Or who she even is?"

Nihlus shakes his head, gesturing for her to follow him, heading for the elevator. "No idea, on either account. She's not on any list for C-Sec, the Hierarchy, or the Spectres, at least."

"But that doesn't mean she shouldn't be on one," Isabela points out, pressing the button to take them down to the cargo bay where their prisoner waits in one of the holding cells. "It's not like the Protectorate has records of every human in the Terminus. They can barely keep tabs on the ones in the Traverse."

Nihlus breathes a low hum of agreement, his subvocals giving away more of his wariness regarding the whole situation. None of this sits well with him, with an unknown human finding her way aboard a state-of-the-art war ship without even the highly illegal AI noticing until she was inside. "If Lawson is to be believed, she's not Cerberus personnel. And I doubt you'd find a merc wearing Alliance N7 armour, no matter how damaged it might be…"

Stepping out of the elevator into the cargo bay, Isabela frowns at all the wasted space where the armoury should be, as opposed to Cerberus's choice of putting it on the combat deck. "We really should see about making a few retrofits when we find dry dock to make upgrades," she notes quietly with a quick glance up at him before heading toward the holding cell. "At least to move the main weapons and armaments lockers down here."

A quiet huff of amusement escapes the turian at her side, earning him a wry smirk before she focuses instead on dealing with their unexpected 'guest', the warmth and mischief she displays with her partner vanishing behind a mask of cold calculation as she studies the other human trapped behind the barrier curtain of the cell.

"I am Isabela Shepard, an agent of the Special Tactics and Reconnaissance branch of the Citadel. My partner is Spectre Nihlus Kryik," she starts, her tone that of bored indifference as she handles their introductions. "You boarded our ship, the Normandy, without authorization. I hope for your sake you have a damn good story, because I have better things to do than deal with a spirits forsaken stowaway right now."

#dutyworn #dreams of elsewhere ( ic )#engineering death ( isabela shepard )#altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard )#wren shepard || dutyworn ( shepard )#against insurmountable odds ( closed starter )#altverse au || things just got a lot more complicated ( crucible bs | shepard )

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Wiebe: Is our Concacaf Champions League fever breaking?

Dan Hamilton-USA TODAY Sports

April 18, 20182:52PM EDT

The best jokes contain more than a kernel of truth. If I’m being honest, ExtraTime Radio’s CCL Bingo mantra isn’t all that funny anymore. Free space is disappointment, and the truth hurts.

I wish I was joking when I say it appears Toronto FC’s Concacaf Champions League fate is trending toward the all-too-familiar gut punch yet again, but alas Tuesday turned to Wednesday and the pit is still lodged in my stomach. Chivas de Guadalajara went to BMO Field and grabbed a pair of away goals in a 2-1 win that flips the favorite label back to Liga MX just as we were all starting to believe Mexico’s hegemony was close to crumbling.

There’s always a caveat for MLS in this competition. This year, in order:

“FC Dallas were the clear favorites, but …”

“Seattle got a result in leg one, but …”

“Red Bulls were the better team, but …”

There’s a reason I’ve written the same column twice during Toronto FC’s run to the final. All this hype, all this hope, all this hot air doesn’t amount to much if the Reds don’t win the whole thing. Now, a golden opportunity at home wasted, the final is on Chivas’ terms ahead of next week’s second leg at Estadio Akron.

Toronto were supposed to be the team that changed the course of history. This is, after all, the best team MLS has ever produced. The Reds had already summited the mountain twice, eliminating Tigres and Club America, and Chivas were the next Liga MX giant primed to have the beanstalk hacked out from underneath them.

It only gets harder from here. The margin is not insurmountable – even if those away goals are killer – but Toronto are going to have to buck their own history as well as the league’s collective past to get over the hump and go down as legends.

First, the bad news…

The Goats were missing three starters thanks to suspension – captain Jair Pereira, goalkeeper Rodolfo Cota and left back Edwin Hernandez – and all three will return to Matias Almeyda’s starting XI next week with a first-ever CCL title for Mexico’s most supported club within grasp. This is Chivas’ season. They’re at the bottom of the league. They’ll do anything to win.

Outside of a 2-1 result that mirrors what Chivas did at BMO, Greg Vanney’s team will need a multi-goal win to lift the cup. Toronto FC may have knocked off Tigres and Club América to get here, but they didn’t win in Mexico during this run, losing 3-2 at El Volcan and drawing 1-1 at Azteca. In four previous tries, they drew once and lost three times (11 GA, 2 GF).

Liga MX teams have won 21 of 23 CCL knockout-round series in which the second and decisive leg was played at home, and no MLS side has won the second leg. Toronto broke the league’s long-standing o-fer in the quarterfinals and semis, as the Red Bulls were making history by becoming the first to win a knockout round match in Mexico, but the Reds are entering uncharted territory when it matters most.

Toronto FC will have to do what no MLS team has done before in order to win the tournament no MLS team has won before. History and the odds are stacked against them.

Now, the good news…

Toronto FC are still the best team in MLS history. If anyone can do it, it’s this group. They fell asleep on a throw-in, allowed a goal via howler in the first leg, didn’t finish their chances and were denied a clear penalty. Chivas didn’t sit back as they did at Red Bull Arena, but they also weren’t beating Alex Bono’s door down. It’s not out of the question that they’ll eliminate the mistakes, score multiple goals and bag a shutout in Guadalajara.

Chivas are not what most would call a good (or even average) home team. During the 2017 Apertura and 2018 Clausura, the Goats have, incredibly, just one win at Estadio Akron in 16 games (1-7-8). That’s putrid, but it hasn’t extended to CCL, where they have three wins in three games by a cumulative score of 9-0. Still, this will be arguably the least challenging away environment Toronto has seen this tournament, given Colorado was basically an ice rink.

Vanney and his staff have a week to mull over the tactical side of the match. Almeyda won the first 25 minutes on Tuesday before the TFC boss adjusted to a 4-4-2 that opened things up for the home team. Will Chivas boss sit back and absorb pressure like at Red Bull Arena? Will they patiently wait to pile it on as they did against the Sounders? How will they try to disrupt Jozy Altidore and Sebastian Giovinco?

Toronto FC can do this, even if they no longer should.

Will they? It’s not probable, but it’s possible. Leg one may have been a relative disaster, but they avoided costly yellow-card suspensions, Giovinco and Altidore are still the best attacking players on either team and underdog status may actually suit the Reds better than being favorites did.

If it doesn’t, prepare yourself for yet another year, all jokes aside, where #CCLFever breaks in disappointment.

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@lovepurposed (Francis) || not-so-random starter.

The Council quarantine beacons had been ancient, at least by human standards, and given the cryptic message they broadcast, it's a wonder there wasn't more traffic through this sector of space, particularly with the seeming lack of Council-funded patrols by the human Alliance or the turian Hierarchy.

So naturally, the criminal she had been ordered to drag in - preferably alive - had fled into the sector and made an approach run on the quarantined garden world. With little other choice, she put Garrus in charge of the Normandy while she went down to the shuttle bay to gear up and continue pursuit of the asshole they'd been chasing across half the galaxy.

None of the uncharted worlds she's been to in the past could have ever prepared her for what she found as she piloted the shuttle through the atmosphere, her hands stilling on the holographic controls as she triple-checks the readings and pulls up a visual from the exterior cameras.

She had been joking about 'here there be dragons', and yet... she can't think of anything else to call the massive creature flying through the air, uncomfortably close to her own flight path's trajectory. Sometimes, she really has to wonder if the universe just waits for her to get cocky before biting her in the ass, desperately keying in a new course to avoid the creature as it proved not only to be a beast of legend unlike anything she'd ever seen before, but also capable of spitting out electricity, which didn't take long at all to short out the Kodiak's systems.

"Shit!" she shouts, her hands flying to the straps for the flight harness, securing herself to the seat before looking helplessly at the darkened, unresponsive console as gravity takes hold of the shuttle, sending it into a nauseating spin towards the surface below. Unable to even open a comm to warn the Normandy of her imminent crash, she does the only thing she can under the circumstances and braces for impact as the shuttle rushes towards the ground, the heat from the atmospheric entry making it nearly unbearable as she closes her eyes and waits...

If ever there was a moment to be grateful for her hardsuit, it's when she's tossed around even in the safety harness upon impact, groaning when the shuttle finally skids to a stop. At least it didn't tear itself in half, so there is at least some hope that she can at least repair it enough to restore the comms system. For now, though, she has to figure out where the hell she is, and if her target's ship had met a similar fate.

Stumbling out of the shuttle, she scans the readings displayed on her helmet's HUD - a nitrogen-oxygen based atmosphere, if a little thicker than she's used to, suitable for humans and most other galactic species. So at least she doesn't have to worry about her air running out, which is a relief, considering the state of the shuttle. It's going to take days, at the very least...

Her thoughts are interrupted, however, when an inhuman shriek is heard from behind her, and she barely has time to comprehend what's happening before she finds herself under attack by beings she's never seen before - horror clenching her gut as she realises they look like husks, but seemingly wholly organic, lacking any discernible synthetic components.

As the small party of the creatures move closer to her, trying to corral her against the shuttle, she snarls as she activates her omniblade, the electrified holographic blade cutting effortlessly through the one making a grab for her as her other hand is enveloped in an aura of dark energy that she directs towards the cluster still approaching, ripping them to shreds where they stand.

"What the fuck?!" Staggering back, she pauses only long enough to scramble up on top of the shuttle for a better vantage point, looking for a sign of any more of those creatures, even as she sets her omnitool to scan them to try to figure out just what the hell they were.

It's only then, as she's standing on the remains of her shuttle, that she notices a more... normal, if oddly dressed, group standing nearby, openly gawking at her. Frowning, she closes off her omnitool as she allows her biotics to fade once more before pulling off her helmet, emerald green eyes studying the group warily.

"Hello? My name is Commander Isabela Shepard, Special Tactics and Reconnaissance," she starts in Galactic Standard, but noting the confused look she receives, she sighs, trying again by going through the human languages that she speaks, only to be met with much of the same, though there seems to be less confusion when she mutters to herself in exasperation about the nightmare of First Contact in her own native Creole.

"My translator's not fried, at least," she sighs, keeping an eye on the group even as she talks to herself, hoping her tech will be able to make sense of the words that they're saying to her and each other soon. Her gaze flicks briefly toward the remains of the creatures that she first encountered when one of them gestures toward them then at her in what appears to be an animated argument, frowning as she tries to gain some sense of what's actually going on.

"This would all be a lot easier if you could understand me," she notes wryly, easing herself down to sit on the roof of the shuttle while watching them still, concerned that if she were to do much more than that, they might just try to make use of what appears to be swords and other such outdated weaponry. If they haven't attacked her yet, she's hoping she can avoid it all together. "Councillor Sparatus is going to just love this. First Contact with what appears to be a multispecies non-spacefaring cooperative culture, and I'm the one right in the middle of it..."

#lovepurposed #lovepurposed ( francis devereaux )#dreams of elsewhere ( ic )#engineering death ( isabela shepard )#altverse || the sky is falling down ( dragon age | shepard )#francis || lovepurposed ( shepard )#against insurmountable odds ( closed starter )#//i apologise in advance for the communication issues #//different planet different languages xD #//you can resolve it quickly though #//pretty sure the vi would figure it out fairly quick #//given she has top-of-the-line equipment #//handwavy it to where the translations kick in partway through her speaking even #//her omnitool would start broadcasting the translation through its speaker #//so bound to cause confusion/fear/etc for that (magic? demons?)#//but she'll also pick up trade quickly enough herself #//once she hears enough of it to learn it

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@dutyworn || sc.

She can't believe that she had just admitted to Shepard that she trusts her enough to link suit environments with her. But it's Wren's saying she feels the same way that truly flusters the quarian machinist.

Oh, keelah…

For once, Tali is immeasurably grateful for the tinting of her faceplate, in that while Shepard might be able to make out some of her expression, the human wouldn't be able to see the furious blushing, even though she knows she's not doing a very good job of hiding her embarrassment with her body language.

"I know. Well, not that I know, but I didn't mean it like that… It's, um… Wow, it is really hot in here."

Looking away from her commander, she wrings her hands as she tries to explain, "It's just that the tradition also signifies a willingness for, um, intimacy. I wasn't trying to… It's not always like that. It's more… How did we even end up talking about this?"

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@smokedanced (Garrus) || semi-plotted starter

This night was not at all going to plan...

First, she had been cornered by a roaming gang who had thought a lone human female would be easy prey for whatever depravity they had in mind. She hadn't even bothered waiting to find out, considering the risk of slavers here in the Terminus, and while Aria generally did pretty well on keeping most of them off Omega, a few occasionally made it onto the station and back off again, so long as they steered clear of Afterlife and the surrounding area.

Surrounded and outnumbered, she had had little choice but to resort to her biotics, resulting in the painful death of the entire group as dark energy tore through them, ripping them apart on a molecular level. With barely a glance around her to make sure no one else was going to try to pick a flight, she quickly fled the scene, leaving what remained of the bodies where they fell - someone else could scavenge whatever they could off them and probably toss them out an airlock eventually.

Second, by the time she made it to Afterlife, her target was already there in the lower bar, a drink already in hand, and while he lacked company, he didn't seem to take much note of her after an initial glance when she slid onto the stool beside him, ordering a drink of her own, before trying to casually chat him up, which seemed to amuse him more than anything else.

That had been over half an hour ago, and she was starting to grow impatient with the way things were going, as she seems no closer to getting the turian beside her to take her back to his place than she had when she first sat beside him. Glancing around the bar to hide her annoyance, her emerald gaze freezes on a pair of too familiar blue eyes watching her from across the room, and she nearly chokes on the mouthful of asari rum, struggling not to sputter as she recognises Archangel at one of the tables with a clear sight line of her and her target.

A shiver of remembered lust rushes through her as her gaze remains locked on his for just a moment longer before her cheeks heat in embarrassed blush as she quickly looks away, squirming on her bar stool with the sudden spike of arousal as memories she had hoped to forget return full force of everything the turian had done to her over the days he had her fully at his mercy.

Looking back to the other turian beside her, the one she's supposed to be focused on, she can't even hardly compare the two - there's simply something about Archangel that she's undeniably drawn to and can't seem to escape, whereas her current target is just that: a current target that she intends doesn't see it through the night cycle, if only the bastard would take the bait and offer to take her home with him...

Growing more desperate to get out of Afterlife and get this job over with, Isabela leans in, looking up at the turian with a flirtatious smile, her increased arousal too evident to ignore, though she's doing her best to act as though it's his doing rather than the turian vigilante watching them from across the room.

"I'd love to get to know you better. Perhaps we could go somewhere more... private?" she purrs, her fingers toying with the hem of his sleeve.

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