𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜.

/   hello there   —

*   the violinist gulped as she stared at the broken window   ,   her eyes widened
            and shaking a bit   ,   she simply couldn't
            believe it   *
            
            oh my god   —   i   —   i have a power   ! 

@ordinaryviolinist
            
            * the boy stared at her in shock ,
            blinking several times before clearing
            his throat and speaking * 
            
            don't freak out now - but i think you did .

oh no   ,   i don't work for anyone   .   the
            only thing about that   ,   that i can reveal
            is that i'm part of this private and highly
            selective academy   .   *   with a swift
            movement   ,   maría opened the fan
            she was holding in her right hand   ,  it
            had blades in the end of it which was
            slightly unexpected   .   *   we're trained
            to be assassins   . 

@BLADEDFANS
            
            i - oh . okay . well in that case ,
            thanks . but i'm not / that / tiny -
            anyway . * his interest was peaked . he'd never
            seen a hero - or a villain ? or something
            in between ? like her before . he
            crossed his arms , his head tilted with fascination *
            to protect your identity ! of course . who
            do you work for ? it's fine if you can't tell me .
            but like - are you good , or - ?

right   ,   sorry   ,   it's not mean nor
            rude   ,   don't worry   .   it simply
            means that you're tiny   .   *   the
            mexican girl replied   ,   still smiling
            at the shorter boy   .   she was
            fanning herself with one of her 
            bladed fans   ,   shrugging a bit   *
            it's my    —   let's say   /   mask   /
            when i go out on missions   .   your
            uniform kind of looks like mine   .
            except yours is blue   .   

@notklaus 【☂】 
            
            five's eyebrows furrowed further in
            thought . he nodded in understanding ,
            as though to say ' i'm so sorry' .
            he knew the terror of time travel as well -
            the inevitable feeling of loss , that quiet
            trapped feeling that never seemed to
            go away .
            
            ❛ wow , that's - that's wonderful , klaus . ❜ he
            spoke softly with a smile , and he genuinely
            meant it . he'd never met the soldier , but
            he could tell from his brother's face that he
            made him the happiest person alive , and
            that was good enough . ❛ so - you guys
            getting married anytime soon ?  ❜ he chuckled
            lightly , half joking .

@spatiaIjumps ;
            
            the seance nodded ,    taking his seat across from the time-jumper and crossing one leg over the other .  "  back   in  the  war  i  ,    uh  ,   he  .   .   .  i  lost  him  ,    y'know  ?  "   he held dave's tags ,   rubbing  a thumb over them .  "  now  ,    somehow  ,    he   .   .   .   he's  with me .   and he's alive !   i'm not sure how it happened but i've never been happier in my life  .  "

@notklaus 【☂】 
            
            ❛ i remember dave . ❜ five nodded .
            ❛ you guys met in vietnam , right ? ❜
            five recalled his brother's journey
            through time well . klaus was the only
            other sibling to have time - traveled ,
            and the boy enjoyed discussing it with
            him . he took a seat on the couch , gesturing
            to the one opposite him , motioning
            for klaus to sit as well . ❛ tell me all about it .❜

/   apocalypse   ;0

/  acorn if I'm not too late  !

/ killer

/ thank you waa hehe , how is you btw ?

@spatiaIjumps / omg lucky ! i'm glad u enjoyed ur trip

@strangemurder / it was WACK spicy but for some reason I kept coming back for more -

@LOYALDETECTIVE 【☂】 
            the boy held the door open just a bit ,
            eyes narrowed at the detective .
            he hardly trusted anyone , but she
            did match the description diego often
            rambled on about .
            ❛ right . you detective patch ? ❜ he nodded
            toward her , taking a sip of margarita .