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cursedfortune · 23 days
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The Batter doesn't even really look at her, and if he is, it's with eyes that can't be seen in the shadows of his baseball cap. The scale - are they playing a second game now? Isn't his raw, destructive power enough to secure his place here? He's the only one that can properly purge this world, after all. The weight of his responsibility - of the mission - is paramount. He's died before. Load Save, Continue, Retry. Just a touch will pull him back. He can spend a while here, but not too long. He has a game to win.
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She can feel it. His will pulsed throughout him like its own warped version of a heartbeat. He wants to win, to complete his mission and then... what? Cease to be? Mortem admired the commitment but there was no real value in potential that would inevitably end when it didn't have to.
The witch still had a bare minimum of answers as to what this small and finite world was but she knew one thing for certain - his means to an end was questionable at best.
The Batter's will, his ambition and unrelenting steps that drove him forward to the next enemy - then the next, it was something worth admiring. She appreciated the conviction he put into his task, she liked seeing when that placid expression gave way to a slight variation. Where his eyes traveled to, when they were even present. The things he paid attention to, the words he formed sentences with were always so specific to him.
And this mission... dead set on getting her to move him, to guide him down the path he needed to traverse. Now here they were, watching the way the scale tilted - heavy, his will an abundant thing. Overwhelming, even, given all he has accomplished in this world with his justice.
"You insist there's two answers about this quest we're on. Either you are victorious in your purge, or we're forever in a stalemate." The witch's fingers laced together as she rested her chin atop them, peering at where he laid. "But rules are for those that lack the imagination to find loopholes. The weak obey, the strong get creative. You're strong, aren't you?"
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"So tell me, why are we still playing this game then?" Why not make use of the third option and just leave?
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ofmanytxngues · 2 years
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The Batter is just eating an entire slab of red, raw meat in one horrible, perplexing scene of - a man shoving a raw steak into his mouth. There's something amiss about his mouth, as though it might simply open indefinitely. Or that there must be something strange and unseen about his peculiar face. He offers her a bleeding, metallic-smelling slice of the next slab. It has a strange silvery sheen to it. Maybe it's edible.
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He's the sort of person she had fever dreams about - surreal, mind-bending, never really knowing how much of her perception could be trusted. Who would have guessed that she'd have these thoughts while watching someone do something as mundane as eating?
At the offered steak Marie hesitated. Raw meat in her world wasn't exactly something one consumed, regardless how bloody someone liked it. Maybe here was different? The texture of the meat looked off, different in ways she wasn't used to. But just because he could eat it didn't mean she could, too. The more time she spent (held hostage) in this world, the more she wondered about what he was. Sure, the Batter looked like a man. Walked like a man. Swung that bat like a man. But everything about him screamed he was something else.
He unsettled her. Made her uncomfortable in ways she couldn't explain despite his demeanor having been consistently deadpan. She wanted out of here and away from him in equal measure to her need to stay close and uncover whatever was going on in this place. Why she was brought here, why the two of them were linked - why he even needed her for his mission. But it didn't take away the fact she found him disturbing.
Marie wished she could say her past experiences simply were clouding her judgement but... the way the denizens of this world looked at him was enough. There was something wrong. He was something wrong. And she was stuck with him.
Yet with all her hesitating she still found herself accepting the offered food because, let's be real here, she was hungry. Free food was free food and it would be wiser to save the few bars in her bag for later as a just in case.
The journalist bit the inside of her cheek as she held the raw meat within her hands and glanced between him and it. Did he know she was hungry? Was this out of some kind of obligation towards his puppeteer? As mean as it may sound, Marie couldn't exactly see him as the caring sort when it came to her well-being. Unless it hindered his objective, which he seemed dead set on. This... purification. Even that alone ruffled her. A cleansing was in order and thus came the marks that scarred her body.
Marie took a deep breath, hoping whatever rules applied to this world wouldn't kill her for what she was about to eat. The girl took a bite, having to pull a bit harder than usual to rip off a piece and chew. And chew. And chew. It was an unusual experience but a necessary one. "Uh, thanks. It's... not bad." Weird, certainly. Marie adjusted her legs, tucking them inwardly as she took another bite - ignoring how red her hands and pants were about to become.
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bvd11975 · 1 year
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Hugo gently pats her leg to get her attention.
"Do you play baseball?" having seen her with the bat, he looks somewhat hopeful.
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A child? Where did he come from? The agent blinked down at the boy, then the bat - connecting the dots.
Well this was awkward. ...How did she break the news that it was her job to sometimes hit people with anything that could potentially be used as a weapon?
Smart answer: You don't.
"...My agency sometimes gets people together to play. I don't partake often but I am familiar with the sport." A little quieter then. "I do like testing my reflexes."
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zamaxsu · 1 year
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Hi! What other RP accounts do you have?
Assuming you're not intending to harass me or something :
DBZ
Zamasu/GB/Gowasu :
@zamaxsu
Hearts :
@hear-t-s
Pokémon
Professor Sycamore
@platanc
Lysandre
@lysxandre
Misc :
The Batter (OFF)
@lcbatteur
Pending creation :
Otto Octavius / Dr. Octopus
@phdoctopus
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halekulan-i · 1 year
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Hi, I'm Halekulani!
These are some of my active-ish blogs :
@twcfaces : two-face (DC)
@lcbatteur : the batter (OFF, low-ish activity)
@platanc : professor sycamore (Pokémon, low activity)
@endthewcrld : lysandre (Pokémon, low activity)
@zamaxsu : zamasu (DBZ, no current activity)
@phdoctopus : doc ock (Marvel, aesthetics and comics blog only)
Thanks!
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atemoss · 3 years
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"I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me."
Maybe 'enjoy' is an overstatement. There's fair few things the Batter 'enjoys', but Susie is suprisingly tolerable. They have very similar problem solving methods and attitudes towards puzzles- that is, let someone else do it. And there's the teeth... situation. But that's not the subject at hand. - lcbatteur, for susie
“Uh, thanks.”
The guy was nothing short of confusing, from his very demeanor to the way he spoke, but Susie found herself indulging in his company regardless. Though, she was rather stumped on how to approach responding to what she assumed was a compliment.
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Nice words never were her strong suit, she always found herself stumbling through attempts to engage with anything positive. All of that mushy feelsy crap, it just wasn’t for her. Though she supposed not everyone would be like the group of dorks she managed to wrangle into being her friends, she’d have to adjust sooner or later.
“You’re kinda a freak but, y’know, ‘s not always a bad thing.”
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zone-2-therapist · 4 years
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"What did this to you?" - lcbatteur
At first, Clémence could look to be dead, were it not for her breathing. Slumped on the western wall of Zone 2, she was covered with large, horrendous gashes down the front of her shirt and across her legs. Blood ran down her face from 2 large gashes along her forehead.
After a moment of silence, she slowly turned her head and pointed to the Valzong Burnt attacking a coworker of hers who clearly wasn't doing well either, starting to burn as well.
"Help them. Please.." She mumbled, looking up at the man with exhaustion.
"I'll be fine but don't let them die."
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Day rolls a cinnamon candy on their tongue, enjoying the feeling for a moment of the sweet spice coating their tongue with it's weak sting.
" Cape Xin Dex. East Quarter, right near the Hunters Guild too. Careful, they might take you for a monster." they answer, simple and matter-of-fact.
"They did for me."
Did it count as a mistake if Day is /worse/ than a monster?
Yes.
To them, yes.
"So, where are you from? I'll guess another plane."
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lysxandre-archived · 2 years
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I play another insane Frenchman over at @lcbatteur
Yw.
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ofmanytxngues · 2 years
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Try a pickup line on the Batter, Marie! Good luck!
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Their bonding time between hunting spooks included her swinging his (old) bat at the air; muscles remembering after school baseball practices, weekend games - a uniform she wrecked as often as possible. It had been a bit since their last... purification, or whatever. A break was needed, for her (not him) and finally it seemed she was getting her groove back a little.
More than a little given what next (joke?) left her mouth. "Even though there’s no ball game on tonight, I still hope to be slamming something out of the park." Hey! A baseball reference, even. Not bad, right? Marie waggled her brows and smirked, enjoying more the fact she could utilize her humor than anything else.
Not that he's not. Good looking. He is! In that scary enigmatic sort of way that makes you question your sanity when his personality is anti-joke. Might as well be anti-Marie, gosh. Maybe this would serve as an experiment to see if it'll shake him up? She has more. She always has more.
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bvd11975 · 1 year
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"What's this?" the Batter inquires, poking at the funny little hanging plant with his bat. "Can you eat it?"
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"O-Oh... Um..." The agent flustered a little if only because the society she hailed from had quite the specific association with mistletoe. With a little hop she attempted to snatch the plant only to miss - just a little too short.
Her cheeks darkened further. "I-It's poisonous. And uh... Um. It has a symbolism attached to it. It's--It's best we just ignore it. It's just... embarrassing." She scooted out from beneath it, clearly eager to put some distance between herself and it.
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halekulan-i · 2 years
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friezx -> halekulan-i
my most active blogs are
@lysxandre (Lysandre, Pokémon X&Y)
@lcbatteur (The Batter, OFF)
& not as active but still in use
@zamaxsu (Zamasu, Dragon Ball Super)
& blog i love dearly and hope to return to eventually
@csgore (Asgore, Undertale/Deltarune)
this is not a comprehensive list lol.
thank you for being patient with me. :)
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zone-2-therapist · 4 years
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“Bad Touch” - lcbatteur, for whoever!
15) Hitting my muse in the head with a blunt object
Sylvie hissed in pain as she fell to the ground, a frown quickly spreading as she rubbed the side of her head.
"What the hell asshole? Just because you're Clém's friend doesn't mean you get to treat me like shit!"
She quickly got up while baring her teeth, fists ready to swing into him.
"What the fuck did I do anyways to warrent that?!"
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