@breatheflcra

The elevator churns and splutters. She’s coming down. It’s all here, laid bare for her to see: the scribbled green question marks. Steel in place of a human touch. The two-day old coffee on his desk and the glowing monitors. The drawings scrawled over the walls, hundreds of words circled and furiously crossed out. And deep in the belly of his workshop, bathed in the dim glow of a fritzing wire, Edward Nygma's stands alone, his voice strangled.

“No... You moron. Fraud!” A stomp. Static fills his monitor. “Don’t you make me—” 

He’d done it again. Edward throws his hand to the tower of his computer, and seeing red, fists shaking, he wants to rip, maim, throttle. He stops. He remembers the electrical burns from last time, the webs still up his arms, and a forced sound leaves him, ripping, raw. His desk rattles. “You couldn’t have. I calculated it; accounted for every conceivable outcome! You think you can get away with it? You think I don't know you cheated?!” Seething. Another smack, harder and faster. Bolts rattle off his desk and his mug smash-splatters onto the floor. Edward fumes. “Your days are numbered,” he warns, “and you’ll look at me when you beg—”

If he saw her at all, he didn’t show it.

@breatheflcra || continued from here

Edward really didn't mind the blood and helping out. She sure didn't need to apologize, but since she seemed adamant on it, he just let her keep going, while he worked quietly on cleaning her up.

When she asks about his identity, though, he stops what he's doing, looking up to her face.

There's a small pause, and then-

"Bruce Wayne." Is what he offers as an answer, breaking into a smile and some giggles. He didn't even think in what name he would give, it just slipped. And wasn't that the funniest thing. "I'm Bruce fucking Wayne." He repeats, voice a little more high-pitched than normal.

@breatheflcra​ SENT :

Yoink! Foxglove sweeps him off his feet like a sack of potatoes, one arm under his knees and another supporting his back. She does jostle him a bit to get him in an ideal lift position, before grinning at him. "Where to?"

Eddie  gasps  a  bit  too  sharply  as  his  feet  leaves  the  ground.  But,  once  he  settles  in  her  arms,  a  large,  goofy  grin  pulls  at  his  lips.  He  has  to  admit,  it  is  pleasant  being  carried.  His  body  is  a  bit  inept  at  walking,  anyway.  You  know,  hours  of  no  sleep  will  make  one  weak.  “  McDonald’s,  ”  Eddie  answers.  “  I  want  to  listen  to  the  rock  music  there.  ”

@breatheflcra​ SENT: “I’m just tryin'a figure out why yer here.” (First Impressions Sentence Starters)

Shy little thing, wasn’t she? Or perhaps not - Roman had lost count of the number of grown men who’d paled upon coming face to face with the notorious Black Mask, pissing themselves shamefully thinking their time was up. To their credit, that was often the case when a situation called for him to make a personal appearance but tonight was a very different story, seeing how he was dealing with something more... delicate than an incompetent henchmen or some other poor bastard who’d gotten in way over his head. Perhaps delicate wasn’t the word he should use. Roman peered down impassively at the figure standing before him, taking note of her appearance, the way she spoke. Foxglove. He might have heard a thing or two about the woman running around the city shadows. Not a great deal, but enough to know she’d left a bloody corpse or two behind. Like a fox, she was tough to find and like her namesake, those who did and underestimated her... well, the less said about them, the better. Unless they were lucky of course, but luck wasn’t the reason why he was here. Dark eyes travelled down her form, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary on the visor that concealed her ocular features. A mask, not like his, but good enough to conceal her identity from potential enemies. It had served her well enough so far, and if he were lucky, in time it would serve him too.

"Isn’t it obvious?” Roman replied cooly, his mouth contorted as always into a perpetual grin. This time he was grinning, the whiteness of his teeth gleaming against the darkness of his disfigured face that blended in with the shadows of this place. “Well, don’t fret your pretty little head if you’re concerned. I’m just here to offer you a proposition if you’re interested in something better than skulking around this shithole.”

@breatheflcra | Misc. Asks

"I'unno much 'bout the climate here, even though've been here fer three'r so years. I think Grabon's real popular, though."

Jonathan gives her a withering look, letting it simmer for a good, long moment.

"...Dear child, I was a college professor for three years, and a teaching assistant one year before that- not to mention my current 'work associates.' Do you honestly think I'm not going to sound out a suspicion word in my head before repeating it out loud?"

@breatheflcra​ asked: "Can I get back t'you on that in, say, 3 t'5 business days?"

❛    may  i  remind  you  that  MY  TIME  is  actually  worth  something.    ❜  to  say  he's  getting  rather  irritated  would  be  like  pointing  out  the  sky  is  blue, that’s  the  problem  with  would be  heroes, villains,  doesn’t  matter really,  these  days  all  of  them  lack  brains.

    ❛    this  is  becoming  embarrassing.  if  you  can’t  solve  such  a  simple  riddle,  perhaps  it's  best  that  you  give  up.   ❜

@breatheflcra​

I wonder where it is that she came from... Lisa Lisa never mentioned it before. And I’m not sure if Caesar knows either. I still can’t figure out how I got stuck with her, either way. Seems hardly fair.

“Say, how did you manage to end up here anyway?” Joseph decided to speak the question that had been running through his mind in that moment.  The young Joestar sat at the dining table, his arms resting on the top of the table. One elbow propped up, his chin resting in his palm. Teals were on her from where he sat, having already finished his breakfast and simply waiting for the signal to head out to the training grounds. He was in no hurry to get out there, despite how serious it was that he took it all seriously. It was the hard work that Joseph disliked, the only other thing he disliked more than that was getting up before the sun. Their last training session was still fresh in his mind. His body still sore from how intense it had been trying to channel everything so perfectly and taking the timing just right. And while he had understood its purpose, it hadn’t meant that he liked it any more.  It had done one thing though. Joseph wasn’t as apprehensive towards her as he had been just a couple days ago. That is to say, he wasn’t causing trouble and letting her take the blame for it. As childish as it was. The two just hadn’t really been able to get along very well since she had joined him on his training. Though now that he was thinking it all over, it had become clear to him that aside from her name, he didn’t really know much about her. Hell he wasn’t even sure why she was there, honestly. Because he had a constant reminder why he was there. If it wasn’t Caesar nagging him and reminding him how important it was that he take the training seriously, it was the hold on his throat and heart. The two toxic rings that had been implanted inside his body whenever he had tried to wiggle them out of a sticky situation. That’s why Joseph was here. In order to free himself of those rings and save the lives of everyone involved, he had to learn how to use his Hamon correctly. And boy that was so much harder than it sounded. Especially since he had been subject to the damn constricting mask that was stuck to his face, with the exception of allowing him to eat.  “Don’t tell me you don’t have a story.” Joseph went on, waving his free hand at her. “I don’t think anyone would just agree to this torture for no reason.”  Teals shifted, if only for a second at that statement, finding their instructor standing with his arms crossed at the entrance into the dining hall. Yeah, he meant what he said. That man was responsible for some the hardest work that Joseph had ever gone through in his life. And his training seemed more like torture to the young man than it did actual training. His extreme and strict tactics were constantly riding on Joseph’s nerves. He could have sworn the man had no concept of danger with the exercises he was always putting them through. And while he had to admit it was doing something, he still hated it and he hated him for it too. But he wasn’t going to let his focus drift away before it was time and so he quickly looked back towards her. 

       “...” it’s a promise she has no problem keeping. very rarely does her anger boil over to an out of character frenzied state; it’s easier to just handle those who’ve wronged you with a level head — that is the joestar-kira way. she has no reason to be openly hostile with her anyway — at least not without the information she came here to get. with her mothers condition getting worse by the day and her being the only one left to look after her; time is definitely not on kei’s side.

       “ i’ll be blunt, ” she begins, a serious expression on her face, “ do you know anything about the locacaca fruit and are you connected to any of the groups who are after it  ?  that’s all that i want to hear from you. ” her arms cross as she gives the other the floor — either her suspicions are adequately explained away or yet another person is added to the list of people she has to carefully watch and strike with born this way if the situations calls for it.   /  @breatheflcra​  /  accepting !

“  oh we’re gonna fucking die  ”

game grumps prompts

  “yeah... yeah. and y' know what? i left my god damn pack of smokes in my other jacket, too. can't get any worse than that.”

@breatheflcra​​ asked:

❛  i guess i'unno what the hell i’m talkin' about.  ❜ ( fr btas ed )

                 “  Well ,    I didn’t want to say anything --  ”    Sardonic tone followed by a feigned frown only to let a smirk surface immediately after .     Weight leans against cane with a tilt of his head ,     “  Not everyone can fully comprehend these things ,    don’t trouble yourself over it .  ”

@breatheflcra Deep breaths. Deep deep breaths. One, two, three. Naturally rhythmic and tempered like steel; she didn't have any time to sit down and listen, she was running. Behind the lavender and violet plastic, opaque enough for her to see through, she squints at him. Don't be rude to him. He has no damn clue why I'm runnin' anyhow, but God damn it I can't jus'-- "Make it quick," Foxglove snaps. "I'm havin' a rough time with it right now, I can't afford needless stops. Make it count."

He curls a bit on himself by her tone. Edward never felt confident without his mask. He fidgets in place.

"I--- I just thought I knew where you were supposed to go." He lowers his tone until he's whispering, eyes wide, but not looking at her. "You're not going to find the right person there."

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS | | ACCEPTING | | @breatheflcra​ SENT :

"No, I don't hate you."

The  accusation  was  blurted  out  from  intense  emotion.  For  some  reason,  he  wasn’t  expecting  a  reassurance  from  her.  But,  he  also,  for  some  reason,  wasn’t  surprised.  This  was  because  he  didn’t  believe  her.  That  much  was  evident  by  his  lowered  head,  hiding  his  eyes  away  from  hers,  &  his  silence.  Which,  eventually,  he  broke  with  a  single  word  question.

“  How  ?  ”

Foxglove holds up the mask, eyes glowering behind the glasses of her visor. "This is yer doin', ain't it?"

He smirked upon hearing her question, not that his face ever betrayed what he was really feeling until he chose to show it. Only his eyes moved as he offered a nonchalant glance towards the mask - now her mask - held aloft in gloved hands as she presented him with an unreadable gaze of her own hidden behind dark eyewear. Nothing ever remained truly hidden, however. Her voice spoke volumes to anyone who cared to listen, dropping less than subtle hints as to her possible uneasiness about the vulpine effigy grinning away in her grasp, her uneasiness being around him. That she didn’t show it so readily was a commendable feat, Foxglove already proving herself braver than some of the cringing idiots he was used to dealing with. ”Naturally.” Black Mask replied equally curtly, leaning towards her slighter frame of smaller stature as though checking the mask for any signs of damage. "Glad to see you got it just fine though. Foxglove. Fox. Thought it suited you better than anybody else I know.” A pause, his gaze switching from that of the wooden fox’s face to stare straight into that opaque visor with a piercing stare. “Do you like it? Delivery boy said he had a hell of a time making sure you’d be able to find it...”

@breatheflcra | Replies

*laughs in chlorokinetic weed*

"Well bully for you." Never mind the fact he's eyeballing said weed.

"Ms. Woman, first name Cat," Foxglove begins, cracking a grin at her little jest, holds out a black tin full of edibles. Cookies this time, it would seem. "I believe it's 4/20, ain't it? That means y'get a li'l treat from me t'you."

"Awh," Selina cooes, taking the tin from her accomplice. "That's too sweet. You know kitties love their nip." She muses, a smile adorned. "I trust you with this kinda stuff, I ain't a good cook, and like I'd trust anyone else in Gotham." That statement makes her chuckle a little.

"Why're y' snoopin' around, Joestar?" Hikari stared at him, eye glinting a bitter venom. She'd think after their little team-building session a few days prior, he'd have a little trust not to press into her personal matters. Apparently, she thought wrong. "I don't talk 'bout m'self fer a reason. Ever think 'bout that? Do y'even think at all?"

"Why do you have to be so aggressive about it?" Joseph's features pulled into something of a pout. He just didnt get why she was snapping over something so simple. "All I'm saying is, dont you think it makes sense to get to know each other better, if we're going to be working together?"