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the worth of blood
The fact he's mostly in uniform might just be a giveaway as to Tim's agenda. Then again, he really does have a thermos, though its contents may not be blood. Still. There are spiky gloves and blade-edged boots to deal with, here, so he's either into a certain alternate lifestyle scene or he's here to hassle Isamu over biting Enzan ( Read more... ) -
like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown. this time I'm coming down.
Blind, he vaults the ledge without hesitation, feeling for that moment all his weight on his wrists and the flats of his palms inside his spiked gauntlets. The new design improves flexibility while protecting the spring-loaded syringes; they've broken inside the casing before, which is a hassle to clean ( Read more... ) -
aneuristic delusion: the art of seeing order which does not really exist
He can't say he never expected or anticipated this. These things happen. And he's right where he said he would be, waiting to help. Or rather, waiting to ask himself: if I had abducted Terry and/or Enzan, where would I stash them? How would I use the Nexus to interfere with their usual activities?
No. No, why do I need both of them? No ransom. I' ( Read more... ) -
but now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two.
Three wins. Eleven (surprisingly painful) losses.
The real Talon has about three inches and fifty pounds on him, but that's not what makes the blows hurt. Rather, it's the perfect anticipation and preemptive mimicry of almost everything he does, right down to his smile. You can't fight by thinking it, and Tim never tries, but there's a certain ( Read more... ) -
for posterity
Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion |||||| 23% Stability |||||||||||||||||| 80% Orderliness |||||||||||||||||| 80% Accommodation || 10% Interdependence || 10% Intellectual |||||||||||||||||| 76% Mystical |||||| 23% Artistic |||||| 30% Religious || 10% Hedonism |||||||||||| 50% Materialism |||||| 23% ( Read more... ) -
Dream
There isn't a carousel near the lake in Robinson Park, but you can't tell Tim's mind that; his mental Gotham resembles no Gotham in existence, a ragged, overlapping collection of impressions from the city that was his home, the city he lives in, and the city he trains in. The music is tinkly and off-key, punctuated by distant gunfire. The sun is ( Read more... )
