the revenge of just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or two of your muses. If you have an idea for a scenario, you can toss one at me. Prompts are boss. (a gif, song, lyric, picture, phrase, hipster quote, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in an old rp post or from CR we had in a game, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.   
2b.  Muses I would really really like to play at this exact moment, in case you're having a hard time choosing, are:  Sydney Bristow, Selina Kyle, Thor, Robin Scherbatsky, Pepper Potts, Belle, Regina Mills, Lois Lane, Jaime Lannister, Jacen Solo, Bobby Singer, Selene, Fox Mulder, Rogue, Wolverine, Darla, Max Guevara, Daisy Adair, Wonder Woman, maybe more shitty attempts at Damon Salvatore, Aurelian Greyfire (OC).  And Phil Coulson, who I don't have a journal yet for.  But WILL.  When AOS gives me a good username.

These aren't the only ones I will or want to play with, so don't worry if you pick someone else.  I just have a hankering for these guys.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

dean~

[watchmaker]

[likedillinger]

[ a lot of time has passed in everybody's fucked world, since dean last saw sylar. it was inevitable, in the hellish world that was the post-divine showdown, that despite his best efforts, he and samifer would cross paths again.

after all. his brother was still in there somewhere.

it hadn't gone well. lucifer had come looking to crush whatever spirit to resist might still lie buried in dean's soul, and instead been delighted by the change he'd seen in him. the darkness that had been devouring him slowly as his hope flickered out.

it wasn't enough for lucifer. he wanted to accelerate it.

of course he went after sylar. maybe he was part of the reason for dean's slow descent into becoming the kind of monster he's fought for so long, but he was also one of his only remaining emotional bonds.

he'd made dean watch, as he ripped him apart with a blast of light, from which he'd assured dean there was no coming back.

so naturally, his reaction to see the other man across the wrecked and rundown street in what was once kansas city, is to realize that he's either snapped or being fucked with.

doesn't keep him from staring in anguish, even as he draws his knife. ] Stay the hell back.

[watchmaker]

[he raises his arms in an open stance — like being physically armed actually made a difference when it came to sylar. he doesn't seem to realize anything is actually wrong. well, any more wrong than the status quo of wrong that's become part of their lives. (or, in his case, became.)]

What's your problem?

[likedillinger]

My problem? [ his entire body tenses, as he turns the blade in his hand, as if he's itching to drive it straight through the skull of whatever's imitating his friend ] Is that you ass-monkeys don't know when to quit.

[watchmaker]

... Come on! Are you serious? Dean, it's me.

[is it tho??? IS IT THO??????]

[likedillinger]

You're gonna wanna pick a new damn face before I carve that one off of you. Count of three.

[watchmaker]

Yeah, I could shapeshift, but I think that it might defeat the point I'm trying to make here.

[likedillinger]

[ his resolve almost - almost - wavers, in the face of such a sylaresque response ]

One.

[watchmaker]

[he's still being awfully cavalier about all this.] Really? We're really going to do this?

[likedillinger]

[ he hoists the blade threateningly, taking a step forward ] Two.

[watchmaker]

[he holds out his hand and lets the electricity crackle.] Dean. What do I have to do to prove that it's me?

[likedillinger]

Try explaining how the hell you could be standin' there.

[watchmaker]

Magic? I don't know, or I would have said so already. Yeah, please, feel welcome to kill me for not having all the answers.

[likedillinger]

Tell me everything you remember. And don't leave a damned detail out.

[watchmaker]

Starting from ... what, when I was born?

[likedillinger]

Try 'born again'.

[watchmaker]

Well, gosh. I don't know. One minute I was gone, and the next I wasn't. Kansas City? Not exactly my ideal vacation destination.

[likedillinger]

That's it? Nothin' in between?

[watchmaker]

Nope. Not that I can remember.

[something is definitely off about sylar rn. STRANGER DANGER...... ]

[likedillinger]

[ dean doesn't respond for a tic... and then takes a step forward...

and holds his arms out. hug??? ] Jesus Christ. [ spoiler: it's a trap. ]

[watchmaker]

[he goes in for the hug — and then stops.] What? [trying s-so hard to be incredulous. ]

[likedillinger]

I just can't believe you're back, man. [ and he goes in for the hug with a sudden rush of wooby emotion on his face.

... it's the perfect way to slide the demon killing knife into his back. just checking, sylar, no hard feelings. ]

[watchmaker]

[yeaaaaah demon smoke goes everywhere and mr. demon goes away to demon heaven (purgatory???). gross. sylar is not feeling wooby emotions now that he's back in the land of people who get to control their own bodies. he feels PAIN BECAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY A KNIFE IN HIS BACK, traumatization, and ... most important ... petty annoyance.]

Latin! It has to be in Latin! This is supposed to be your job! [having dumb things to hold on to helps when you're trying not to have a panic attack. (the pain helped with that too, though.)]

[likedillinger]

That was a dramatic 'Christ, I can't believe it's you' not a demon test. You think I need to pull that crap to know when you're being possessed?

[likedillinger]

[ oh i guess he'll... yank that knife out too. ]