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make d.elta green agents i dare you

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SAEVES.

       Travelling with someone like Ikal Vera was a fickle matter at best. The young man had the discipline of a pampered city boy, stopping more often than not to admire the scenery, or a particular flower; to gasp about the very dim and distant shadow of what he called “a real buffalo”, and sometimes simply because “they should” and “what was the point if not to enjoy”. He would comment on his exhaustion, then five minutes later would be climbing up a risk to pick up a ‘rare’ flower. He would say to be hungry then refuse the meat his protector had hunted. All the while eating fruits and flowers like a goddamn deer, or a rabbit. It was a wonder he had made it that far without anyone’s help, though at times it seemed as if maybe he hid some kind of backbone under all that fancy package. He certainly didn’t let anyone tell him what he couldn’t do.

       “Can I ask you a question, Mr. Eli?” In the silence of the forest, it was easy to hear the laborious trotting of his brawny little horse as it tried to keep up with Eli’s much more lean and bigger mount. “What do you see when you look around you? At— well, this?” he made a gesture towards the forest around them.

      IF EXHAUSTION HAD A PHYSICAL FORM, it would easily be ikal on his worst days.   eli was paid for his time, to be sure, but he wondered in those late nights whether it was worth the time and effort he was forced to invest.   one misstep, one poorly chosen word, and that would be the end of ikal vera and there was nothing eli could do about it.   he regretted making the decision he had, eyeing him up with the offer of payment for services to be rendered.   how hard of a job could it be?   how clueless might this stranger be with his bright eyes and his disarming smile?

      oh, if only he had known.

      he took more pleasure than he should have in his own horse's ambling gait in comparison to ikal's trot.   really, all things considered, this was easy work compared to some of the things he'd done in the past and far less laborious and intense than some of the futures he had yet to confront.   but then questions like this one sprung up out of nowhere and eli was forced to reconsider everything yet again.

      "i see another dozen ways you might find to get yourself killed.   i'm not following you in."

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catch me on REN & JOHN these days!

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VAQUERON.

“     well, i ain’t like most folks.   shit ain’t my first cattle drive, kid.     ”

      it was about as much as he’d expected.   he wasn’t even sure how much energy he had left to put into warning people off, but that voice in his head kept twisting its way back up to remind him that there wasn’t anyone else to do it.   “you ever die before?”   he asks, driving right to the point.   “like real, actual, honest-to-god dead?”

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“i...don’t know where i am.   i kind of just woke up here?   that’s normal for me, don’t worry about it, but what is this place?”

                ▸   @sacredmotel  /   sc.

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“you look like a shady drug dealer.”

                ▸   @magicrot  /   sc.

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“if you’re fine and dandy ending up dead then by all means, be my guest, go right ahead.   but folks don’t come back from there.   not ever.”

                ▸   @vaqueron  /   sc.

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“would you stay still for like, a second?   i’m trying to help you.”

                ▸   @synthmama   /   sc.

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eli gets carded every time he tries buying a drink and every time he has to stop himself from pointing out he’s both a n.avy s.eal and has owned a bar in the past and also he’s 30 years old.

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“‘Out there’ is a relative term, it’s closer than you might think. Oh my, the great Dark is only as far away as your closet when you kill the light… as your reflection when it thinks you aren’t looking.”

— Laird Barron, “Hallucigenia”

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CAMPAIGN PODCAST SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ Hello, this is a ship! ❞ ❝ I wake up every morning and say, ❛ oh this again? ❜ ❞ ❝ Don’t worry ____. When have you ever known me to die? ❞ ❝ We’re transporting prisoners for transport. ❞ ❝ See? Everybody says their name slow. Because names are hard! ❞ ❝ I wasn’t going to say ❛ touch a lizard, ❜ because I’ve been touching it this whole time. ❞ ❝ Mostly from the space-internet. And space-auctions. ❞ ❝ Are you trying to punch me in the dick right now? ❞ ❝ Are you trying to seduce me? ❞ ❝ I swear to god, I will punch you in your face. ❞ ❝ Listen ____. You shut that space mouth! ❞ ❝ Down there on that planet, it’s mostly just smugglers, riffraff, the like. ❞ ❝ This is a holo thing! You can see me! ❞ ❝ If you have anything to confess now is the time to say it. ❞ ❝ I know you’re trying to convince me she’s cool, but I don’t think she’s cool. ❞ ❝ She walks like a narc! ❞ ❝ Eh, well you’re wrong: we’re both bad ideas. ❞ ❝ YOU TRYING TO DO JEDI MIND TRICKS ON ME? ❞ ❝ I refuse to learn anything. ❞ ❝ DECENT pilot? KIND OF a jerk? I feel like you could commit stronger to both of those things. ❞ ❝ Let’s get captured. ❞ ❝ And your job is to make brave and heroic decisions. ❞ ❝ Wait… wait, is this the music we went with? Ah, kriff, I have a bad feeling about this. ❞ ❝ Let me just tell you: Harrison Ford is notoriously hard to work with. I apologize. He feels very entitled. He is difficult and kind of a prick. This is common knowledge. ❞ ❝ If at first you don’t succeed: die, die again. ❞ ❝ We are getting ice cream and we are going to work through this. ❞ ❝ I mean, I’ll pay for it, if that’s an issue. I just, it’s been a long time since I’ve had meatloaf. ❞ ❝ Every time you do a nice thing for someone, you have to do a bad thing for them, too? ❞ ❝ Well, it sounds like we’re protecting a tiny bit of hope in the midst of a sea of blackness and death. It’s like we’re one little light against all of this darkness. Kind of like a firefly. ❞ ❝ Humans, even clones, do not regenerate limbs. ❞ ❝ Then who? A teenaged war slave, a delusional failure of a bounty hunter, you? ❞ ❝ He asks you for things, not because he wants things, but because he wants you to give them to him. ❞ ❝ You know what? It’s been awhile since the gang planned and shopped. ❞ ❝ For the first time in a long time, I don’t think I’m in trouble. ❞ ❝ When a kid is crying, you go over to that kid. You are the worst kind of person. ❞ ❝ And there’s no paperwork anywhere because…we’re rebelling against the government. ❞ ❝ The type of person that we would turn that paperwork in to would execute us. ❞ ❝ He’s very precocious and incredibly persuasive. ❞ ❝ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Those are all very specific instance kimonos. ❞ ❝ No, impulsive and reckless, but I like what you’re thinking. Brave and heroic? Huh. Maybe someday. ❞ ❝ Wait a second, could an adult have lied to us? Is this guy a liar? ❞ ❝ This is a bullshit flashback! This flashback was not remembered correctly! It did not go down that way! ❞ ❝ It’s a secondhand ship. I don’t get to name everything that I fly. ❞

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“My tongue sticks in my throat, and slowly I swallow it. My soul has moved, I can’t find it anymore. I don’t care.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

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IN CHARACTER JUDGEMENT CALL.

RULES: You can only say guilty or innocent. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you. Repost, don’t reblog.

asked someone to marry you? Innocent.

kissed one of your friends? Guilty.

danced on a table in a bar / tavern? Innocent.

ever told a lie? Guilty.

had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? Guilty.

ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty.

kissed a picture? Innocent.

slept until 5pm? Innocent.

held a snake? Innocent.

been suspended from school? Innocent.

Stolen something? Guilty.

been fired from a job? Innocent.

done something you regret? Guilty.

laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? Guilty.

caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty.

kissed in the rain? Innocent.

sat on a roof top? Guilty.

sang in the shower? Guilty.

been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Guilty.

shaved your head? Guilty.

slept naked? Guilty.

made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?  Guilty.

shot a gun? Guilty.

still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.

have / had a tattoo? Guilty.

liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent.

been too honest?  Guilty.

ruined a surprise? Guilty.

been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Innocent.

still have communication w/ your ex? Innocent.

cheated on someone? Innocent.

got so angry that you cried? Guilty.

tried to stay away from someone for their own good? Guilty.

thoughts about suicide? Guilty.

thoughts about murder? Guilty.

how about mass murder?  Guilty.

stalked someone? Guilty.

had a girlfriend / boyfriend? Guilty.

gotten totally drunk during a holiday? Guilty.

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Flicks his forehead

      he blinks awake, startled out of some all-encompassing daydream and back into reality. it takes a second for everything to fall back into place, for the focus to rack back from the middle distance.   he digs the heel of his palm into one of his eyes to rub the daze away and only then notices the sheen of sweat that’s gathered on his brow. 

      “’m awake,” he finally grumbles, reaching back into the darks of his mind to grasp for whatever remains of the images that had been there a moment before. were they important? do they mean anything? he can’t remember and it earns tyler an almost uncharacteristic glare for the trouble.   “what d’you want?”

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Walk down the forest road. The twilit street basks in the red light of the quickly disappering sun, the leaves still casting shadows illuminated with vermillion color across the old, cracked road.

Come to a stop exactly thirty minutes down the road and turn. There will be a man staring back, hidden just far enough into the woods to be shrouded in shadows. His face seems to be obscured by television static, and the more effort put into discerning his features, the more vague and hidden they become. Notice his height; the way he’s standing tall enough to reach his long, spindly arms up and touch the canopy that still gleams in the sanguine light. He is too tall, too thin. The sky is crimson, the forest silent.

Step back. Watch him cock his head to the side, like a cat watching a mouse. He will ask for a question.

The question asked: Who are you?

The answer received: That was the wrong question.

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taggy tag verse tags idk im tired.