Elektra.

@FuryInRed

“You've agreed to pay me. I've agreed to solve your problem. Each of us trusts the other to not do anything stupid. Understand?” | parody

@FearTheDeviI Присоединился Ocak 2018

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·9 Eki

ً@holyaches

perhaps i am no one. true， i have a body and i cannot escape from it. i would like to fly out of my head， but that is out of the question.

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·1h

— speaks to him, as they wipe the cloth across his forehead once more.

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·1h

— room of his own, in the ancient building they’re both situated in. A damp cloth is pressed to Scott’s forehead, wiping away his sweat in an attempt to rouse him after he passed out from his own lack of oxygen. “Time to wake up now, Mr Summers.” An unfamiliar voice softly —

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·1h

Overwhelmed. Even she can only do so much at once. Soon enough, she’s seeing black, out cold. Left to the behest of the Hand, again. When she comes to, it’s the sound of dripping water that she hears first. Eyes blinking open, her head and body ache, but she’s awake. —

𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒@leaderofxmen

< moment. His chance to shape out a strategy that promises nothing. He’s alive and there is a reason for that.

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·1h

@withinshell — the husks closest to her, the man in metal doing the same as the pair fight their way through and back outside.

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·1h

@withinshell — afford to wait for this guy, but she soon discovers theres just as many husks waiting at the back door anyway, a frustrated growl leaving her lips before she turns back to the main entrance. Without hesitation, she heads towards the husks — her sai making quick work of —

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·15 Mar

[ @withinshell ] Hand, caked in dirt and rust and rot, moves across her clammy forehead. Strands of dark tresses stick to the sweat accumulating there as she walks, a rucksack of supplies on her back. She’s careful, quiet; moving between abandoned cars like a shadow. She’s —

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·1d

Friday funday. She’s enjoying the carnage.

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·2d

Bloody nose.

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Elektra.@FuryInRed·3d

She can feel him before he speaks, the shift in the air. She doesn’t move, or turn to face him; instead she continues, sharpening her sais on the other. “.. what do you want, Logan?”

𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵@ravenousclaws

Quietly approaching from behind, allowing his energy to state his presence before he speaks. "Working on your tan works better in the day time.."

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