Hunter Blake

Hunter would later Lance on the back, his long, muscular arm easily packing a punch on Lance before he'd lean in close. "Don't call me Huntie." He'd whisper. He'd then erupt in a green electricity, darting away and across the sky in less than a blink.

"Some of us are capable of growing beards, Stygma. But since we're talking about time, then I'm sure you're aware that time also doesn't remove any misdemeanors from your record, right? Should we take a stop back to headquarters and figure out what a mage like you is due for?"

Adjusting the collar of his jacket, Blake stands up from his desk with a quiet yawn before exiting the halls of the council. Once outside the doors, he'd stare out past the gates and light a cigarette.

@CastingHands —were the only thing on my mind. No amount of future can change that about me. Family is all that matters to me. To the heavens and back again, I promise. I'll never abandon you. Even if it means I change the future or have to give up this strength. I'll never abandon you."

@CastingHands —what may have happened to all of us in the future, and I don't think I'll ever be prepared for it. But one thing I do know is that..." .. his hand would furl itself into her hair now, tightly pulling her head onto his abdomen "... that entire year I was gone, I promise you—

A loud, Earth-trembling crackle of thunder could be heard around @CastingHands, rumbling the very landscape itself before a streak of emerald electricity fell before her, yet out of it no one stood Mind if we speak?" A familiar voice would ring out . . . from behind her.

@CastingHands —.. If I give you a hard time... it means I love you. If I yell at you... it means I care too much. If I seem distant... it's because I'm watching from afar. Or.. something like that. Er... Yeah.. Ah, man. I really suck at these, don't I.."

@CastingHands —the me right now.. Right here. I'm not quite there yet. So.. I'll speak on my futures behalf. So... I'm sorry. I know myself too well. I had a lot of time to reflect over my mistakes, but losing someone is always hard. Aaaand... I just.. wouldn't want to lose you too. So.. —

@CastingHands —future with me and your mother... or.. to one of us." He'd frown. "It's no wonder you're able to match me in speed. Strength like ours doesn't come for a simple desire just to have it. Knowing myself, I'd have raised you better than that. So tell me... Which of us died?"

@CastingHands —him a moment to match her slow before coming to an utter halt only a few feet ahead of her, and once his stop was fully made, he'd then place his hands on hips hips before coming to a slow and steady turn to face her. "So my hunch was right then... Something does happen in the—

@CastingHands --them as they sliced the corner with utmost precision. "Next question... Is your mother still alive in your world? And are me and her still together if she is?"

@CastingHands He grinned. Speed was his element, and for once, he had to admit it was nice to find some competition in his field. 'Course, he wasn't surprised at all to see his own blood moving as fast as him. Quickly, they'd cross a neighboring corner, leaving a massive dust-trail behind--