hits in one night—now it’s starting to look like a party.
first stop at the dance studio did nothing but confirm your team’s suspicions
that there’s something meaningful to be found with these map points. Although
you’re not sure what exactly the enemy is trying to accomplish, you can still deduce
that the information is critical enough to be kept a secret at such high stakes.
Why else would the man have decided that it was better to take himself out than
to let himself be taken by your team?
bullet to the head was definitely the easy way out, especially compared to the
other options awaiting your captive if you had been able to bring him in.
17 bunnyribbit w/ efi and the three omnic characters please
Hoo boy that’s a lot of characters! But this prompt is really cute so I’m gonna do it!
Efi was perched on Orisa’s shoulders as D.Va and Lúcio gave the grand tour of the Watchpoint.
“So this is the launch tower,” said Lúcio, gesturing upward, “We don’t use it all that often, but there’s a really great view from the maintenance platforms.”
“I still can’t believe Winston won’t let me launch my MEKA into the stratosphere,” said D.Va, putting her hands on her hips. She turned on her heel to face Orisa and Efi, “Welp! That’s about it for the tour! As you can see the Watchpoint’s totally safe!”
“My neural mapping indicates that there is a section of the watchpoint that has not been covered in this tour,” she said, folding her arms.
D.Va and Lúcio exchanged glances, “Well… we just gave you the tour we got when we first got here,” said Lúcio, “It should have covered everything.”
“Not everything,” said Orisa, turning around and walking off with Efi protesting atop her shoulders.
“Orisa, you can’t just walk away, that’s rude!” Efi folded her arms and pouted.
“Your safety is my primary concern,” said Orisa, “We must investigate this area to be sure that this Watchpoint is indeed safe.”
Lúcio and D.Va quickly followed after Orisa and Efi as they headed off around the main hangar of the watchpoint to a fenced-off area. One area of the fence however, was flattened.
“Huh,” said D.Va as Orisa walked over the flattened point in the fence. She stepped over the flattened chain-link as well and took a few steps into a heavily grassy and overgrown sunlit area that received a nice breeze off the sea despite being further inland than most of the watchpoint. There was a small fence lining what must have been a garden at some point, with rusted and oxidized solar panels and a dilapidated greenhouse. Lining the area were several overgrown citrus trees, their branches groaning with fruit.
Lúcio whistled behind D.Va. “Man, Winston’s been holding out on us.”
I closed our front door and twirled the car keys around my finger. Through the giant bay window I saw my beautiful wife sidling a chair up to the table. Our two boys, four and eight, sat dutifully on the same side waiting for dessert. It was a decent home. It was a decent life.
I tried to ignore the rusted panel van as it passed by in the cul de sac. Couldn’t resist, though. The driver gave me a nod. Two men piled out in my driveway, pulling masks over their faces. The corner of my eye caught the last of the sun glinting on their axes in the rearview.
All the front panels have been removed and will be taken to metal polishers who dip it in some mix that removes rust and paint. After will fix rust holes in panels and replace areas which have been cut out by other owners and respray everything.
The gearbox has been taken apart and about 5 different bearings have gone, which has damaged the idle rod and is a matter of replacing the lot and it should be fixed. The engine has been misaligned when it was replaced so needs to be aligned properly, and will replace the power steering with standard steering while doing so, and also replacing the leaf springs which are from a heavier 45 model to the standard 40 ones designed for a lighter vehicle.
Summary: After a witch steals Dean’s memory of you, ten years of your life along side him is ripped away. In a desperate attempt to protect your heart, you beg Sam not to tell Dean about your relationship. You have sentenced yourself to watch in agony as Dean unknowingly breaks your heart.
Word Count: ~4,500
A/N: There should only be two parts and I’m working hard on the second now! I’m hoping it can be out in a few days (Sunday maybe!) Hope you guys like it! It’s pretty narrative heavy, but I wrote it at my desk at work on my iPhone so hopefully it’s not too bad lol. Let me know what you think!!! 😊
A sinking feeling filled and consumed your chest as Sam weaved in and out of traffic in suburb just on the outskirts of Kansas City. He nearly clipped the impala’s side view mirror as he cut off a rusted pickup truck turning onto the adjacent street.
Sam didn’t let up on the gas as he raced through the neighborhood, plowing through the roads at nearly twenty over the speed limit, the roar of the engine rupturing through the silence. There was an ominous nature to the fog clouding over the sky as it was illuminated only by the dim light of stars painted in distant freckles upon the darkness. It sent chills down your spine.
Sam’s knuckles gripped paper white against the steering wheel as he swerved around a skateboard lying in the center of the street. You held back the growing lump in your throat that had been threatened to suffocate you ever since you learned of Dean’s disappearance. His absence in the impala left a gaping hole in your chest.
If I continue this, it will most likely be rando adventures with the two of these nerds
“Let’s see we got that good old fashion ten layers of dust, spider webs for days, burnt stuff, broken stuff, more spiders and oh! Just that wonderful rotting flesh smell”
Vi stopped for a moment in the middle of what was once a small library that contained a wealth of knowledge but was now a decaying pile of ash, probably the scene of a fire or mage fight, it was hard to tell. There was nothing left but broken furniture and books burnt beyond repair, most likely due to one too many thieves and other adventurers alike. She took a deep breath, as if to enjoy it like the fresh mountain air but proceeded to cough and hack as dust promptly flew into her throat.
“G-gotta love it” Vi groaned, doubling over and continued to wheeze.
Fey rolled her eyes but found herself chuckling lightly.
“You’re an odd one”
With one last sigh, Vi stood back up and huffed, clearing her throat of any other foreign specks of dust or ash, “If I had a coin for every time you said that so far I’d earn back what I fronted you”
WIP of my ‘Salamander’ reconnaissance conversion. The hollow where the armored plate usually goes (right under that rusted panel) is where the supercharger will be. I did some light chipping and scratches as well as fading the upper armored panels. I’ll send more photos as work progresses…next up interior and armored panels.