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[wish_granted]

How to play-

a- Post your character with name, canon and preferences in the subject line.

b- In the post have the character describe, in character, their ideal romantic partner in a generalised type.

c- Surprise, this has been broadcast to the universe in general.

d- Reply to those comments indulging, teasing, mocking, being scandalised or so on.

Comments

[youthful_psymaster]

[She sighs, she's glad he's gotten the point. ...And she doesn't feel like killing him. It's just not kind of day. So she puts down the gun.]

When I leave, don't come after me or send your men after me. If that happens, your life is forfeit to me. Do we understand, Waxy?

[phillysfinest]

[Ohhhh thank you thank you thank you thank you... Thank you? Fuck HER, but thank fuck she's backing down and he's relieved enough it doesn't matter, doesn't fucking matter that he'd like to see her done, doesn't matter that it won't be possible. Just get her out of here, get her out get her out--

He can't even look at her with hatred. Can't manage anything more than blank relief.]

Yeah. Yeah, we understand.

[youthful_psymaster]

Good. [The smile appears on her face.] My employer may contact you soon, have a good day. Mr. Gordon.

[When she goes, her mental hold on him breaks, allowing him to move.]

[phillysfinest]

[No no NO tell your employer to stay the fuck away keep all of you fuckin' freaks away (why had he even considered working with them in the first place?) but fuck if he can say anything at all and anyway she's gone, thank every piece of shit god there's ever been, she's gone and...

And he can't feel her anymore. Her or that, whatever it was'd invaded his fucking skin and kept him from struggling. Oh thank, oh thank-- He collapses, knocking his knees against concrete, not giving a shit. He'll have to pull himself together and get cleaned up. Call someone over (and he will not, he will not fucking tell them what happened; call it an attack from behind, a mugging, who the fuck knows; they can always find some schmuck to pin it on, exact a false justice for show's sake).

That'll come later. For now, he's just going to lay right here and try to wipe his memory of those terrible fucking eyes and that creeping under his skin.]