tactician | Three Sentences

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1) LOCKWEILER DUH
2) zombie apoc
3) waiting

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"Show me," says Locke and he grabs at Weiler's arm, jerking the man closer, turning the wrist toward the ceiling and pushing back the torn coat sleeve to his elbow until the bite mark, bloody and already beginning to turn the skin an ashen gray near the edges of the wound, is clearly visible.

Weiler takes a deep breath before laughing hollowly, all the fight draining out of him now that he's been caught, and brushes the fingers of his other hand against the barrel of the laser rifle, the metal still hot to the touch from its last discharge.

He looks up and says, "You'll make it quick, right?"

From:

aphelionix

Locke pulls Weiler to him, his mouth against his forehead, his bloodied hand running through his hair, feeling so ridiculously unprepared for this that he knows if he doesn't do it now, he'll let Weiler turn - and they vowed they wouldn't let that happen.

The barrel digs into the infected man's chest, right against the left ribcage, before Locke whispers something and fires.

There's one charge left in the gun now, and it belongs to a man who just lost everything.

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tactician

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aphelionix

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aphelionix

"No," Locke says firmly after a long, long few seconds, throwing the rifle away, taking Weiler's face into his hands. The soldier in him had been relieved of duty long ago. "I'd rather turn too."

From:

djsoliloquy

1. Altair/Malik (surprise!!)
2. magical girl au!!

Edited Date: 2013-01-09 03:50 am (UTC)

From:

tactician

Altair throws down the star-tipped staff with a frustrated sound, simultaneously trying to pull up the slipping hem of his thigh-high socks and stamp his foot at the same time, which only causes it to slip down lower.

"I asked for powers, not this sorcery," he hisses, blowing the tail end of a silky chiffon ribbon out of his face.

Malik floats lazily about in the air with his tufted tail trailing after him, managing to look smug even in his diminished size, and answers, "Well, I gave you powers too."

From:

djsoliloquy

oh my god endy

From:

tanyart

I'm so grateful for this.

From:

everbright

*dying*

From:

aphelionix

Lucy/Clay, mafia

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tactician

Lucy straps holsters under each of his arms, below one ankle, around one thigh and then she double-checks each gun in turn, making sure they're all loaded and ready.

She's careful and she always has been, but Clay still catches her elbow, still asks, "You'll pull me out if anything happens, right?"

Lucy looks into his eyes and lies.

From:

aphelionix

LockWeiler in that rpgverse

From:

tactician

The monk doesn't trust him and that's understandable - it takes a lot to put your life in someone else's hands and expect them to be appropriately careful with it, even if it is his responsibility.

"You have to trust me," assures Weiler, because it's also his responsibility to make the monk see that, although it's much less his business to be crawling up into the other man's space quite like this, "I'm good at what I do."

Locke sits back, splaying a hand against his chest, and just when Weiler thinks he might push him off, cocks his head back to one side and asks, "What else are you good at, strategist?"

Edited Date: 2013-01-09 05:07 am (UTC)

From:

kobacake

1) dojimadachi
2) 17jima

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tactician

"Your handwriting's sloppy, Dojima-kun," Adachi tsks, sliding up behind him with only a breath against the shell of his ear as warning - serpentine, like the hand that crawls up Dojima's arm until it settles over his clammy fingers and the half-inch piece of chalk wedged between them. Dojima doesn't cry wolf or turn around and sock him, and maybe that has something to do with Adachi's reputation as an odd but easy teacher.

"It's one long stroke here," says Adachi, thinking, or maybe not.

From:

kobacake

1) Danny/Viana
2) high school au

From:

tactician

but i wear short shorts, she wears t-shirts
i'm cheer captain and she's on the bleachers
dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find
that what you're looking for as been here the whole time~~~

From:

tactician

She's that one problem kid in school that everyone knows to give sizable berth to, students and faculty alike, because when they don't, there's always Problems with a capital P, denoting, specifically, the kind that always ends with black eyes or arm slings, so understandably, everyone at school stays clear away.

But Danny likes the look of her, and he's always been a very superficial sort of person, so the look is enough for him to approach and say, suave as he can manage (which is pretty damn smooth, if he says so himself), "Hey, what are you doing Friday night?"

It's a moot point to ask, really, because Danny has to spend the coming Friday in crutches anyway, which makes for very poor date night plans indeed.

From:

aphelionix

Bentley/Viana, high school au

From:

tactician

Bentley looks up from chatting with one of his favorite students and comes face to face with the worst nightmare of his waking days - his favorite student's little sister.

Viana throws in a brown-haired boy who all but crumples into a whimpering ball the moment he hits the floor without any support (dragging) keeping him upright.

"He started it," she says, tossing her hair.

From:

tanyart

oh no am i too late

1) altmal
2) fire emblem/laguz au

From:

tactician

The half-breed has been staring for the last half an hour and though Malik has never been known for his patience, Altair is trying what little semblance of it he has until finally, feathers ruffling up and night black wings arching high above his head in an instinctual show of power, Malik finally turns to him and snarls, "What are you looking at?"

The cloth of the Altair's collar shifts low enough to show the top of his Brand when he leans forward (Malik has to fight to resist the society-bred instinct to recoil in distaste). "You're like me - your wings are clipped; you can't fly either, can you?"

From:

tanyart

wow they are so in love already. BIRD BOYS.

From:

tactician

THAT IS SUCH A TANYA-ESQUE COMMENT

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bleedingeffect

LockWeiler as COPS!!!

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tactician

Straight-laced, back straight and by-the-book proper, Locke gets more than a few curious stares and knowing smiles as he's led through the department. The section chief leads him through rows of sloppy desks, each piled high with open cases and ten years' worth of sob stories and personal trauma, until he comes to a desk in the corner, perfectly neat in its sharp angles and flat surfaces - nothing like the smirking, loose-limbed man lounging in front of it.

"Detective Haettenschweiler will be your new partner on your field cases, Locke," says the section chief, clapping him on the back as Haettenschweiler's face stretches into a slow smile.

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aphelionix

"I suppose it's common for you to flirt with Angaryans for a lead," guesses Locke, arms folded across the table where he had been gracefully ditched, stuck with two scotches (one empty now) and a cigar that lost its flame half an hour ago.

"Part of the job, Herr Locke," Weiler answers, adjusting the brim of his fedora and finally picking up his glass of scotch.

It didn't bother him, he thought; it shouldn't bother him, but Locke finds himself so completely bothered that he orders two more scotches, both for himself.

From:

tactician

"Well, that's it then, case closed," sighs Weiler, slapping a hand over the paper folder on his desk as he leaned back in his chair, looking up at Locke with a wry smile under the brim of his hat. "Now that it's over, it's back to comfy ol' General Homicide for you, isn't it?"

Locke leans over him, hands on either of Weiler's armrests, and smiles slow and private in the dim light of the empty office as he answers, "Oh, I don't know if I'm done with Vice quite yet."

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aphelionix

Locke drags Weiler to the desk, where he is rightfully accused of being kinky, as well as proudly told that he hardly minds. Weiler does pause them, though, seated on the desk with his legs around Locke's waist.

"As much as I'd love to continue this right here, detective," he whispers, eyes over Locke's shoulder, "I'm not into voyeurism, and the chief is watching."

From:

aphelionix

AltMal, dance central AU.

Do it.

Do it hard.

From:

tactician

His partner is on beat for once, so Malik doesn't quite see it coming when a hand grabs onto his hip hard, thumb pressing into the groove of muscle between hip and torso, and pulls him over.

He finds himself chest to chest with Altair who, despite the passable flailing he calls dancing, still hasn't quite learned how to dress, and in distaste, tries to pry them apart as he comments, "This isn't exactly part of the choreography."

Breathing hard enough that every inhale presses against Malik, Altair slides his fingers piano-key up Malik's side, moving them one in a successive wave up his ribs and shakes his head, answers, "Not to a dance, no."

From:

tanyart

i'm so done with you.

From:

tactician

you'll never be done with me

From:

djsoliloquy

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