The front door flies open, and one small not-entirely-at-all-tweenager bolts through, yelling at the top of her lungs. A very small, very pointy flying droid seems to have the aim of putting some holes in the resident pyro.

Why yes, she's having the time of her life, ta for asking.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!" And there she goes.

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This is River's second day as a werewolf.  She's always been a fast learner, but there is so much information to process, too much for her human thought processes.  She's quickly learning to rely on instinct to guide her.

Her instinct and his, already well-honed for this environment.  She bared her teeth when he called her a puppy, but she knew he ( Read more... )

There is a moderately bored musketeer at the Bar this evening.

He is nursing a glass of wine and a bowl of something Bar calls 'pretzels.'

But, more importantly, he has just discovered that the barstools swivel. SWIVEL! Barstools do not swivel in his time!

...There is a moderately dizzy musketeer on the floor this evening.

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Her werewolf is off being all... moon-y ( Read more... )

Hektor's armies taught Spoon two things. One was how to use a spear, and the other was that he's never going to be terribly good with them compared to other things. This isn't an excuse to stop practising, though. It means that, as much as he may hate doing it he's got to do it moreWhich is why there is a fully (if terribly) dressed werewolf in ( Read more... )

((OOM: After blowing up a lot (all) of his former workplace and stealing the data to trade to the government for not prosecuting him for his part in creating a terrible bioweapon and participating in human experimentation and various other ills, Wesker and his fellow genius attempt to rendezvous with government agents. It is not the best rendezvous ( Read more... )

Forget Simon Lehane -- the glasses and suit are nowhere to be seen. 494 is prowling through the bar in his fatigues, looking ( Read more... )

Penny kept looking at her claws as she drifted through the door. Said claws were clean, of course, but she just had to keep checking. It was the full moon, and her adopted father was insane.

Insane.

One slightly shocky mutant...sat down at a table and just kind of stared at the wood grain, not really sure what she was expecting.

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Spoon settles into a seat with his feet up on another chair, four dogs sprawled out around himself, and a book of girl's names. If he has to name another girl he's going to by God be ready. No more spazzing and flailing, he's going to be prepared...He's going to run them all by Cora, for that matter. Cora's good at these kinds of things. (This ( Read more... )

'Subdued,' and 'Axel' are not two things that normally belong in the same sentence. But right here, right now, the term applies ( Read more... )