tcnetwork | Rocky Devereaux

For as much faith as I have in my dads board? I have to I guess let you know that one of your matches is...kind of an asshole? And very weird.

hmmm. define asshole. as in GONNA WANNA PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE or 'I'll have to execute this guy' or Someone Please Rescue Me From Talking To Him?

A mix of one and three. With a pinch of two, for good measure.

U LIE. TOTAL SUPERHERO.

no really thank u. i'll keep my head down. and hide if i feel like im gonna kill him.

I didn't choose the metahuman life, the metahuman life chose me.

Dude, no problem. He's...I mean, I guess he's trying? But he also threatened to kill people when we were in the middle of a really bad crisis.

Thankfully, my uncle Eugene turned into a scary as hell battle angel and told him off so it scared the shit out of him, but he also went silent for like four months before turning on his TC and apologizing. So...

so effin weird.

is that the Eugene at nexgen 2.o? I work there. gene is my king for his gift of being able to physically go into the game and punch foxy in his dick pirate dick.

Dude, where you really want to go? Lego Jurassic Park.

I LITERALLY DID NOT KNOW I WANTED THAT UNTIL YOU SAID IT THANK YOU SUPERHERO FEYNMAN BEST FRIEND SHAPED THING.

[ This is not the best way to do this. Bethany knows this for a fact. But, she wants to be better about being around people. So she calls Rocky and since he doesn't answer right off? She leaves a voicemail. Blame nerves for how quickly she says this? But...yeah ]

Hey, Rocky. Question for you since Harry got me thinking;

Do you want to go on a date with me sometime? It doesn't have to be a romantic date, I promise, though I'd really---

Anyway, just call me back.

[The text follows almost immediately as soon as she hangs up.]

YES

Wait what? I MEAN THIS IS A GOOD THING AND I'M SUPER EXCITED but really?

[ And five minutes later: ]

hey can we talk about this when i get home apparently my mom is missing and my brothers and i are freaking out a bit

[He's busy composing this very earnest, bumbling text message about how yes, he's serious, he's thrilled, and there's even a Monty Python reference in there about how she makes him want to leap from tree to tree like a lumberjack...

But then he gets her second message five minutes later, and deletes the entire thing.]

done deal. i'll handle dinner. i can shift and try to track her if you need me to also.

My brothers and I are on it. Can you stay home in case somehow she magically makes an appearance there?

[ It's an hour later when Bethany walks in the door. Walks. She walked from where her and her brothers met to discuss that yes, mom did in fact leave town and no, Bethany didn't feel good about it at all. It's something she's trying to keep to herself right now, but the second she sees Rocky?

Most bets are off. She's still stone-faced, if a bit angry looking, when she heads over to him and just leans her face against his chest. Her fingers curl into her shirt and if he has any questions as to whether or not they found her? That might be a good, solid, hard no. ]

Edited 2018-04-21 01:25 (UTC)

[There are no words. Nothing: just the sound of jambalaya on the stove, bubbling gently away, the pungent smell of Cajun spice in the air--and Rocky's arms going immediately around her, holding her tight.

The moment she walks into the door.

The phantom touch becomes a reality, however, when she reaches him and plants her face against his chest. Holding her tight, he plants his face against the top of her head and breathes her in, a low growl trilling deep in his chest--a sound to soothe, not to threaten.

One arm may leave her just long enough to turn off the heat, but then it's right back in place. And he's...not letting go. Just not, not moving. If she tries to move, she'll get pulled back into that gentle enveloping bear hug until she physically says something to him about moving. With words.

And, given that his eyes will be glowing wild gold when she speaks to him, it may take a minute to register before he will deign to release her from his hold.]

I'm in need of deputies until my term is over. Are you interested? It's an as-needed position. Part time shifts, and then on call if/when things in town go pear shaped. It'd be a great way to get your feet wet.

i'd be honored. just bear with me while i get used to it? If I but heads, i swear i'm not being difficult: in my job back home, my authority goes over my boss's head in matters of personal safety and welfare.

basically dont hate me if i act like a jerk trying to keep you safe, boss? if it lasts longer than a week or two, though, feel free to punch me in the ear or something.

Fair enough. Please keep in mind; I'm am empress. My father is a trained assassin and spymaster. I wield the abilities of one known as the Outsider and have extensive training in firearms, sword fighting, espionage and magic. Extensive meaning, since I was seven. As long as we keep that in mind about each other, we'll be fine.

oh, i undertand that absolutely, but it has nothing to do with capability. most normal packs have a line of succession by way of assassination. to protect an alpha out of a belief in their weakness is to disrespect that alpha, and the pack they represent. a Beta protects his Alpha out of love for his pack and respect FOR their ability to fight.

it's not me being a human shield 'cause of something stupid, in other words. like 'youre a girl' or 'im a big strong dude who is a badder ass.' a Beta stands at the Alpha's back, not in their path.

Just a heads up: if the ghost moon shit is messing with monsters like people say it is, I may not be around. Might be home with my wife, or in the bunker with her.

no problem, dude. ill be with my roommate. lacking an in house Omega, i can offset the ghost moon of blood, doom, and exposition weirdness with my pack. more and closer = calm and collected furball.

So, we need to figure out what we're doing for First Date 2.0.

oh, i already got that. im a real traditional guy: dinner, a movie, living in hope for a kiss afterwards and being shot down like the pathetic loser I am--you know, nothing fancy. ;D

I think being shot down might not be a worry. But okay, cool. I'm looking forward to this.

so am i.

wait, wat? really? i mean.

cool. that's cool. ignore the part where i got excited like a douchey moron.

I live with you. I like your douchey moron moments because you're not a douche or a moron.

thanks. i appreciate that.

[The blush can practically be read in his text.]

your new pet is cute and all until I'm trying to take a shower and he screams like Freddy Fazbear outside the door and then runs away. Hopefully I get used to it.

I SWEAR I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS POSSESSED WHEN EUGENE LEFT HIM WITH ME

Clur1 Pretty sure he knew what he was doing at least. So, yay.

CRIMINEY. and i thought foxy was a giant Bag of dicks.

hey did you see? I'm referenced in some weird-as-fuck prophecy! He was the congregation's vagrant Hush, hush. Don't say a word. Stay for as long as you have time An unknown variable The fastest woman alive By the grace of the fire and the flame Als ich in dein ohr flüstere, Ich will dich verdammt nochmal zerreißen Come and burn this place right to the ground. NOT. A. FAN!

Edited 2018-05-14 02:04 (UTC)

i missed that particular one.

pls to be noting that I am highly skilled at comitting murderdeathkill as well as various and sundry torture and maiming. yknow. for your enemies and ominous prophecies and shit.

goddamnit, why can't stupid prophetic bullshit be in french instead of German? I speak French. i can insult the mother of whoever wrote this crap in french dude.

noted. be home in five. grabbing books on German and then running home.

[ and true to her word, Bethany speeds home super fast. There are books in her backpack, sure, but Rocky gets kissed hello before she takes over the living-room floor with study guides and pencils and paper. She flips through the pages quickly. Speedster quick. Repeatedly. Until she has a translation. ]

”Keep your doll out of my house.”

[ What? ]

What does that mean?!

[The kiss is not unwelcome, and would have been followed by a hug if his girlfriend wasn't a speedster who was sprawled out and studying within a few seconds.

He'd grown used to it...but still managed to need a minute every time she zipped into something.]

...voodoo, maybe?

[Crossing over, he sinks thoughtlessly to the ground to sit across from her, displaying his natural animal grace while not actually trying to use his abilities.]

Just saying 'cause...well. Cajun and Creole over here. Voodoo is the more modern version of the magic my cousins practice back home. Technically, it's where some of my wolfy powers come from?

[He frowns thoughtfully, sucking silently on his teeth as he tugs at the scruff of his beard.]

That's not necessarily ominous, though--assume I'm right: dolls...representational magic...can also be used for healing.

[ The face she makes at the idea of someone having a voodoo doll of her probably looks a lot like the face her twin makes when something certainly screams 'no thank you'! ]

Whoever it is that made this prophecy could also try not including me. Or my brothers. Or...anyone in New Dodge. That'd be amazing.

[ She scoots over to him and rests her head on his shoulder, enjoying having him this close. It's helping. Soothing. Relaxing. She's less likely to freak out at the idea of someone tying some prophecy shit to her. ]

[An arm promptly goes around her shoulders as she scoots over to his side, a kiss dropped against the side of her head with a sigh.]

Not how prophecies work, babe. Trust me, I've heard more 'n a few of 'em.

[He doesn't say or do anything for a second...then groans mightily and playfully shoves Bethany down to the floor on her side so he can spoon her from behind, wrapping an arm securely around her waist and pressing his face against her neck, the teasing groan turning to a happy, animal growl as he breathes her in.]

Mmmmmm...g'night!

[ Beth lets herself be knocked over with a faint shriek and a laugh, curling onto her side and pressing her back against his chest. She pulls his arm around her waist more and rests her head on her arm, smiling softly. This was putting her at ease. ]

It's not? That kinda sucks. And what do you mean, good night. It's three thirty in the afternoon.

It's bedtime somewhere!

[His voice is muffled by her neck, but he finally lifts his head with a grin and rests his chin on her shoulder so he can talk, his arm still cinched securely around her waist. If she's paying attention, it may feel like he's got both arms looped around her, one across her chest along with the one that actually is around her waist.]

There's this coffee shop I always go to back home, and the guy who runs it? His dad always says that a prophecy can be a blessing. It lets us prepare for the future, not all are set in stone, and when documented? They remember the lives they sometimes claim. But I dunno...I guess Merlin would spout that kinda touchy-feely garbage.

[ Bethany enjoys the feel of any part of him around her, so she is not about to complain. Instead, she relaxes more into the hold for a moment before carefully rolling over to face him. ]

It's never not going to amaze me that you know Merlin. One day, when we can, I'd love to go to your world to meet him.

Yes. Good. That. Also? My sister, Rachel. You're gonna try her cooking and fall in love with her. Seriously, she's like five feet of sunshine wrapped in a tasteful shabby chic little bag with sparkles and sequins all over it. Oh, and my mom and dad, too.

Oh! And my Aunt Cyne and Uncle Elan. [Grinning, he wags his eyebrows at her lasciviously.] Did I mention my uncle's the Big Bad Wolf?

Probably once or twice.

[ It's okay. She likes hearing about it. ]

They sound amazing. Your whole family, I mean.

That's 'cause they are. Rachel's the most awesome, though.

[Doting big brother?...fuck yes. Man is in love with his baby sister, but Bethany already knows this intimately.]

When they manage to find my world with the hopper-thingy, I want to take you back there. Show you my version of New Orleans, introduce you to my family, spend a full moon in the woods.

[He thinks about that for a second...letting the change take him, racing through the trees with his speedster girlfriend who can beat him hands down...

Yes, she can totally feel him grinning like an idiot against her neck as he presses his face there for a second.]

Rocky Devereaux

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