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It could be said that Abigail was receiving a lesson in futility for some, an ever advancing force of destruction enabled by a Complete and utter desire to survive; a desperate choice made without considering the weight of what it brought along - Malice given platform not from intent but...

Abby's thoughts were slightly consumed with silence as he just glanced at the scenery before him - at the edge of that gods damned crater - a building flourishing in the distance, swallowed up by otherworldly nature; an Orbital Frame and its pilot screaming at a corpse - the medic wincing at the...

Abby had just witnessed... Salvation? no, too much of a cost for that to be the answer... Rescue would be slightly more accurate. With an azure light reflecting in the pilot's eyes, a sight he'd never come to forget - not with how close he was its source, nor what it'd meant that this...

This really was the first time his "tall" tale was met with a simple "interesting", no further questions, no calls of bullshit; it almost took him aback for a moment, if he wasn't in a generally more relaxed setting anyways. The followup comments though, specially that definitely planned pause...

Eyes were truly a window to the soul, more than what most people would think in this case; the reflections of the casino's lights on Guillermo's eye, dimmed and equally as focused on his surroundings as his eye was on the cards moving before his very sight. The question that assaulted him in...

The sight of the rich and powerful, so many influences converging in tables where potentially their very attempts at further increasing their exponentially larger wallets, to enlarge their egos and watch as those opposed burn at the whim of Miss Fortune; not surprising but definitely an...

Guillermo hadn't really bet that much of his initial allotment of chips, a safe bet in case he'd been somehow outplayed or miscounted in some way; but the winnings of course, were marvelously outrageous - the sheer lack of half an expression in his eye(s) and constant half-grin making for a...

And by some accounts, Interesting would indeed be the way to describe him; a young man dressed with a neatly cared for hoodie and pants that - comparatively - had seen better times. A glint in his eye and a pep to his step as Guillermo over there cracked the door open and stepped into the...

Name: James Guillermo Rose Age: 19 Gender: male Height: 173cm Weight: 78kg Eye Color: brown Hair Color: dirty blonde Ethnicity: Hispanic-caucasian Appearance: Image in black and white because I'm too broke for colored Other Information: Due to being a Factor, his body boasts of increased...

------ Back in his little town, Abigail had been in a fight maybe...Once or twice, and though he sometimes came home with a broken arm or at least heavily bruised, it could never be said that it wasn't Normal for someone as reckless as him to get into danger for others; growing up with just his...

What IS That. That horrible affront to everything I have ever known, learned or thought to understand? Stay away. not even from me, but from them... Abigail's thoughts raced through in a mixture of fear, curiosity, condescension and an almost suicidal sort of... bravery as the eldritch being of...

The cook's thoughts weren't exactly unfounded, afterall he WAS a reckless fool - an idiot I believe those were called - that image only complimented by the slight slur on his smile as Amelia very bluntly called him strange to his face (not that he'd deny it, mind you). From there, Abigail took a...

He'd done it for more than just a photo and a story, his mom had been an inspiration for him; someone who helped others selflessly just to give others the chance to live well. The mention of the rest of his bruises didn't really bother Abigail, merely causing him to chuckle, having brought back...

As the situation once more returned to something considerable normal, Abigail's heart kept pumping - be it nerves, embarrassment, or something else entirely; he could clearly feel it thumping inside his chest, faster and yet still perfectly within bounds. Ok now, Abby, don't fumble the bag with...

That quiet rush of adrenaline and sudden embarrasment came just as fast for him as they did for Amelia, a soft flush of red in Abigail's cheeks as the situation in general dawned on the both of them. Softly coughing to the side to clear the air for a moment before the cook went down the...

Abigail wasn't really the kind of individual to want favors from people, even if his way of living tended to put him insituations where he'd be grateful to be helped; instead he just kinda wanted to well, help people. From the top of a lighthouse one can see the sea all the way to the horizon...

At this point Abby was just observing the cook doing her thing, falling into silence for a couple moments as the pot begun boiling; losing himself in the popping and rising and drizzling of bubbles and water itself. The thought that both of them were expendable was a terrifying one indeed, why...

He… landed a hit. His instinctual gambles without a safety net had succeeded in keeping both himself and Amelia alive; and not only that as it turned out, that crack in the Detonator's armor, that singular dent had been his own as well. With that singular pause they'd gained, the adrenaline...

By this point, cowering was out of the question as regardless of what either of them did, fighting back was the only real chance they had at actually making it back. If that white-clad bug had inched just a bit closer, just a mere inch further, he'd been able to deal any sort of meaningful...

When presented with danger, the human brain has two plausible reponses to it, to fight or flight; this, known as the "fight or flight" response, it was developed over the millions of years of human evolution to ensure our survival. There are tales regailed of people defying their fight or flight...