Prosaic

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Going to get started on a sheet tomorrow because I don't have work. 😎

The Spirits Within / Aeon (Interest)

Might be willing to come back to the Guild for this one. I'm interested!

Apocalypse Not

I'm bringing in an antichrist. You may be familiar with him. He's got a lisp and he likes money.

It's Simon. I'm bringing in Simon.

Apocalypse Not

Give me about a day.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Sorry, guys, I've been in kind of a tizzy and I'm having trouble writing much of anything longform rn. I'll try to get a post on Saturday.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Working on getting a reply in this week. Moved recently and the WiFi has yet to be fixed by AT&T.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

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@Romero

Not expecting her gratitude and still somewhat on edge, he jumped at the sound of her voice so close to him. Although it didn't take long for him to smooth himself out again, he gave her a muted glance, trying to ignore the way his cigarette was bobbing between his shaky hand again. "No need to apologize," responded Simon simply, bringing that cigarette back up to his mouth (with only minimal trouble) and taking another drag from it. He found the act calming, familiar in it's tediousness, the whole world could lose it's mind around him but as long as he could focus on writing or smoking then he might just make it through it. He knew it was a crutch, something he'd note in another person as being borderline obsessive but that had little hope in stopping him. "I've no reason to attend the Hall but my own curiosities and something tells me that can wait."

He couldn't make out much more than indistinct shapes in the blanket of darkness hanging over them, he wasn't comforted by this. "I take it that you know him?" He inquired, voice surprisingly steady despite how shaken by the night he clearly was. "Would it be terribly rude if I inquired how?" He wasn't going to press if she didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't his business anyhow, he was only a nosy stranger. Having her story on Doctor Green might help him judge his character though and decide whether or not he was worth avoiding entirely. Simon didn't have much patience, despite the nature of his job, certain people rubbed him the wrong way and he wasn't as adept at hiding that as some of his colleagues.

She was clearly young, which bothered him instinctively because Doctor Green had seemed a bit older than he was. He hoped there wasn't too bad a history there. "I'm uh- I'm an investigative journalist, sorry, I ask questions for a living. I sometimes forget that not everyone likes to have their personal lives poked at by a stranger." He said, hoping the explanation would keep her from becoming offended if she didn't want to talk about it. He liked that they were currently pretty affable, he wasn't looking to destroy that with one curious question.

The Energy Storm

San Francisco, California - Cafe

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@The Man Emperor

<sub>It was relatively peaceful in the cafe, listening to the sounds of chatter around him while he scrolled through his phone. He didn't get breaks often because his job was demanding, it required long hours, hardwork, and aching fingers, he often wound up missing out on these moments where it was just him and his coffee. Another long sip and a quiet inhale, he listened to a mother scolding her unruly kids nearby and came to the conclusion that he was almost certainly never having kids.

It was for the best though, wasn't it? He wasn't exactly sure if the whole rot-thing was genetic. He certainly wasn't going to be responsible for passing it on to the next generation. If he hardly wanted it, he could only imagine that a kid didn't deserve to get stuck with it, in fact, it seemed cruel to perpetuate-

His idle thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone going off, he blinked and went to go check the message waiting for him. It was Sanzhar, an old friend but a trusty one. Not that he had many friends to choose from, people usually got tired of his temper fairly quickly. Not Sanzhar. Not yet anyway. "Hello there friend, I was thinking of hanging out today. Are you busy today?"

Am I busy? He wondered before responding. "Not terribly, do you want to meet at the cafe down the road from the clinic?"

At the very least, the company would keep him from idling there much longer. He took one last long swig of the coffee before sending out another text. "I've been bored out of my mind over here."</sub>

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

@Romero Good luck getting rid of me.

The Energy Storm

_{San Francisco, California - Cafe}

<sub>"...I think a better name is Enhanced, because that's what we are. We are great, we are powerful, we are ultimate!"

Well, he's not wrong, is he?

He watched the broadcast with an ear bud in, brow furrowed over his phone. What Reaper was doing was risky, dangerous, absolutely suicidal but he kind of understood it. Sometimes it took someone kind of suicidal to get a point across, an impassioned speech here and there was nothing compared to what people without powers were doing to them. He didn't agree with all of Reaper's points, which was often the problem with radicals, but he agreed with most of his points. They weren't Altered, they were better.

"...soon all who are like me will hear my call & together America shall fall."

He took a sip of his coffee, shaking his head and clicking out of the video. He had been lucky, compared to some others. No one had suspected him of gaining a power which suited him fine because he preferred to keep his head down. He had never had any grandiose desire to be a hero, there was little part of Devan that genuinely cared to save anyone. He liked to monitor people, watch them closely, but that was more out of a desire for control than a desire to see them thrive. The tragedy in Chicago had very little effect over him personally, although, unlike Reaper, he would not say he preferred that more death had come of it.

No, he thought as he scrolled through Twitter, looking at the shock and alarm over the broadcast. There's something to be said about subtlety.

Reaper was not subtle in any way but his continued ability to conceal his identity. That was the other issue Devan had with him but these were things that could easily be rectified. Too bad he didn't know the guy. He wasn't even sure that he would want to know him, seemed like a lot of trouble. More trouble than it was worth. However, if there were an uprising of the Enhanced, he wasn't going to sit aside idly while they struck.

Another sip of his coffee and he could feel the tips of his fingers burning. He exhaled through his nose and adjusted the bandages on his hands. However, maybe being "Advanced" wasn't all it was cracked up to be.</sub>