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Every argument that had been about to happen over what to do with the barely-living asari found itself more dead than she was. Jane’s mouth was open on a word she never got to as coolant drained from the tank, the sound of it a drawn-out sucking pull that went on and on until even John’s raised hand

Benezia’s hands came down and the whole room went up. A wave of blue lifted nearly everything in front of Benezia, the crew no exception as the floor was no longer a floor a half-second after ‘kill them’. Air pressure dropped and his ears popped as a whole section of grating skimmed against his mant

Iron-vine root smelled almost exactly like blood. Not just blood, but fresh blood, metallic and earthy like it was just spilled onto the ground. It… it wasn’t his favorite smell. It brought back memories, one particular memory actually, and nothing about it was something Ken liked to think of. He ce

Lag 6.19c – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Theo stood rooted by the side of an empty table, a silent statue in a sea of rich party-people, as his godbrother nonchalantly sipped from a flute of apple cider. They had chosen this table together… Well, Greg had chosen it, and Theo had simply… didn’t say an

Lag 6.19b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg Veder had never been a fan of art. Then again, what teenage boy really was? Still, it could be pretty accurately stated that Greg had less appreciation for art than the average teenager. Not to say that he had anything against it, really. After all, it lo

FOR PARAHUMAN RESPONSE TEAM USE ONLY SUBJECT: [████████████████] CODE NAME: Prodigy (Thinker Analysis suggests this was a statement of ego, more than a description of powers.) White Knight (used to represent what is believed to be his primary identity) Hardkour (used to represent his secondary ident

Lag 6.12 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ None of them answered the question. Not that he expected them to. Their responses really weren’t necessary. Not yet, at least. C’mon, ease up, he told himself, doing his best to push his angry thoughts aside as he pulled on the calming mental balm he had grown

Lag 6.11 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ “...en shit like you think that they can call the shots, that they can mess with their betters, when they try to crawl out of the mud and drag good people down to their level…” Words drifted past the haze of pain and what was likely a concussion, easing him sl

Emergence 2.6 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Salt Flats July 25, 2010 13:21 MDT Robin glanced over at Psycho Pirate mid-backflip in shock, Kid Flash running past him with the villain’s golden mask in his grasp along with the plutonium, as an angrily screaming Genesis launched himself at the psychic,

Cutscene: Kenji Shimura – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 19, 2011 6:50 PM “C-come on, c-c-come on... come on!” The harsh sound of something scraping across a wooden floor continued as the young man muttered to himself, words nearly as shaky and stilted as his breathing. His brow glistened with s

Emergence 2.3 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Santa Prisca July 22, 8:15 ECT “You know, I kinda have a bad feeling about this mission,” Zeke whispered loudly, voice nearly that of his regular volume as he and the team — sans Aqualad — made their way past a powerful waterfall. The words left his mouth

Mob 5.9 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 18, 2011 1:21 PM The gangster adjusted his aim and Greg made his move, quickly dashing to the side in a feat of speed that could only be described as blatantly superhuman. His sudden movement came not a moment too soon as a sound of thunder jarred the blo

Mob 5.8 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 18, 2011 12:23 PM A figure sat atop one of the newer buildings in Brockton Bay’s downtown area, feet dangling over the edge of the rooftop as they kicked the air. Dressed in all black with a splash of red around his neck acting to break up the singular co

Mob 5.7 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “I'm sorry. It's just...” “I love you…” “Greg… sweetheart…” “I love you…” “I'm worried that if I don't hold on, you'll just… run away…” “My worst nightmare…” “You're all I have left.” “I'm sorry… for everything…” 00:00​ "Mo-!" – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – April

Mob 5.6 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 17, 2011 3:28 PM It was an explosion on a scale unlike any Brockton Bay had ever seen before. Not for its sheer destructive power, of course. With no actual combustible or thermic component to it, the bomb was never going to topple buildings or scar a lan

Mob 5.6 April 17, 2011 3:28 PM It was an explosion unlike Brockton Bay had ever seen. Not for its sheer destructive power, of course. With no actual fire or thermic component to it, the bomb was never going to topple buildings or scar a landscape. No, this bomb traded raw destruction for sheer carna

Here is the Unbeta-ed Draft of Mob 5.5 that I promised to you guys. Hope you enjoy. Mob 5.5 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Speak of the devil… Greg blinked as he quickly ducked his head, confusion flitting across his expression as he mulled over his last few thoughts. Did I just call Mom the devil? W