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"Small men clinging onto petty power to feel big get mad when someone gets in the way of 'em throwing that power around," Lark murmured with a shrug. "Tale as old as time." He held a hand out to them and returned their smile. "I'm Lark. Nice to meetcha, Kóri. You're pretty new in town, aren't you?"

"I figured," Lark replied with a chuckle and a reassuring smile. They seemed like the anxious sort, so maybe he ought to take it easy on the jokes for now. "Don't worry about earlier, it was no trouble. But by the looks of it, maybe I should've minded my own business. Let me guess, dear ol'...

Lark recognised their scent before he saw or heard them, glancing up in mild surprise upon recognising the Aanaran from earlier. His eyebrows rose further when he took in their appearance, giving them a perplexed once over. "... y'know I think pyjama nights are on Thursdays," he remarked dryly...

Lark gave Kori a brief nod of acknowledgement and a smile as they passed - albeit that it probably wasn't quite as sunny as it would normally have been - before turning back to shrug at Thorje and shake his head. "Nah. I'm good. Just run me up this stuff and I'll be out of your hair in no time,"...

"Oh yeah, I'm 'one of the good ones', huh?" Lark rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. "Classy as ever. Give 'em a break, why don't you? Pretty sure if anyone actually enforced working standards around here, there'd be something in there that'd cover rickety ladders in pouring rain as a no-go."...

The argument didn't even register on Lark's radar until he caught the younger of the two being forcibly shoved out into the rain, at which point he glanced over to keep an eye on whether it might get more physical. He hadn't caught exactly what they were arguing over, but it didn't take much to...

Ding ding ding. The store's bell chimed its familiarly off-key jingle as Lark shouldered his way through the door, hands still stuffed in his coat pockets to hide from the spring morning chill, and his hood pulled up to shield him from the light but persistent rain. He hadn't ventured out in a...

Name: Benjamin Jacobs Nickname: Lark Age: 24 Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him Species: Werewolf (Turned) Orientation: Gay Race/Nationality: Lutetian Occupation: Mechanic Affiliation: Bloodstones Regeneration: No Silver Allergy: No Appearance: Lark is a good looking guy - he has a strong jawline...

...the oversized handgun he'd thought into being and levelled at the android in mid-leap, firing a shot over Ezra's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. *** In the meantime, Kai was dealing with his own problems. It had taken him a few moments to orient himself once his powers had been Nulled --...

"Shit!" Jace cursed, reeling from the one-two-punch of the apocalyptic magnetic field first overwhelming his electrum-sense, followed by the whiplash of this thing entirely cutting it off. The sudden sluggish feeling and dulling of his perceptions was all too familiar -- what exactly were they...

As written by @Script, @Machina Somnium, and @Cowpoke Cale Nuance had overtaken the light spectrum within Hemwy’s ocular dome at the revelation of Ezra’s vital scans. Surprise, sadness, disappointment, blame, guilt, a portrait of poignant emotion spilt upon the canvas in recursive repetition...

As written by @Script, @Machina Somnium, and @Cowpoke Cale Hemwy patiently endured their small talk, aperture whirring as he focused on random bits and bobs strewn about the room. A half finished mycelium weave gave off a faint glow from the top of a counter in the corner. Meanwhile, both his...

As written by @Script, @Machina Somnium, and @Cowpoke Cale “Do I get to know what is happening, now?” Kai chimed in, almost petulantly. “Even like, a tiny bit?” Jace sighed. “Stepping through that door took… no, felt like a different amount of time for each of us. I think I was in there for a...

Kai's drone hovered beside him after he stepped through, a reassuring presence in the emptiness of the void. It hummed softly, a sound that was almost musical. Strangely, the drone seemed to know exactly what to do, guiding him through the void with a sure hand and adapting to its strange...

As written by @Script, @Machina Somnium, @Dashmiel, @KenżaSheep, and @Cowpoke Cale "Why?" Asked Ezrael then, after they listened to what their strange… friend? Had to say. He tried not to be harsh, but the question was fair. "Why trust you? And where must we follow?" He rephrased, since the...

"You don't need to thank me," Kalei smiled brightly. "If anything, I don't understand. It's never made sense to me that anyone could think that a person is something you can own. I don't think I ever want to understand the way a person like that thinks. Now, let's see..." Reaching down to his...

Kalei's eyes widened slightly. Fifty years? This person had been a captive for more than twice as long as he had even been alive. The thought was almost enough to make him queasy. "Anyone who thinks they can 'own' another person deserves whatever payback they get," he stated firmly, his face an...

Kalei's eyes had widened a little when Senda emerged from the darkness. He'd heard stories of half-horse creatures, and had plenty of encounters with the merfolk whose lower halves were those of the creatures of the sea, but never any that had an extra half a head on top of their own. He might...

"I wish," Kalei huffed a sigh, shaking his head. "No, whoever's out there isn't anyone I know." Staying seated, he leaned to one side to peer past Maria into the dark, locking gazes with those pale eyes in the dark. After a brief moment, he smiled brightly - he didn't find any hostility in their...

Kalei blinked a few times while processing the stranger's initial question. He was halfway through wondering whether the forest had a name before she clarified, which only perplexed him further. "This world?" He repeated back, tilting his head. Was this stranger someone who could walk between...