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The trip up to Columbia is taking much longer than you expect. The Airship moves at a snail's pace, but luckily there are a few things to busy yourself with. You open up one of your bags and pull out a small journal and pencil. You take a seat next to one of the windows and begin to write down the events of yesterday. You always had a thing about documentation. Keeping track of events for reference, in case you should need them for whatever reason. You describe the 'dream' you had, your meetings with the Lutece twins and how they seem to be following you, and Booker. You nearly took up the entire page describing him, you then read back over the page.
"He definitely is a strange fellow." You close the journal and look over at him while he idly talks to a few other citizens. Booker catches your gaze and cracks a smile.
"This is a life I think I can get used to..." He says as he approaches you and sits, "It's a lot better than the othe-Ah shit..
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It was impossible to sleep for Maya, listening to her companions scream and cry from the endless torture they were subjected to. She curled up on the bloody mattress in the corner of her cell and exhaled weakly, her powers were now being constantly drained, and she suspected Lilith's were as well.
Footfalls drew closer to the door; the Siren closed her eyes, preparing for whatever her designated scientist was going to subject her to. Instead, the door opened slowly and a voice spoke, "Don't make me regret this." in a muffled tone. Maya cracked her eyes to see a stranger lean over her and unlock her bindings. He sat her up and took her arm.
"Your friends are going to be okay. He's going to be okay too. You have a small window of opportunity. I'll disable the security systems at noon. Everyone will be at lunch."
Maya was too focused on her savior's speech that she didn't notice the several vials of liquid Eridium that had just been inject
Constants and Variables Chapter 2 DeWittxReaderStrange Men and Sweet RollsConstants and Variables Chapter 2 DeWittxReader by White-Wolf-Terra
Two questions cross your mind in the early hours of the morning. One, why were all your towels missing? Two, why is there a man passed out on your floor with said towels?
“…That wasn’t a dream…” You state the obvious to yourself. The man groans softly and turns on his side, coughing a few times.
“What the hell…” He grunts painfully and sits up, rubbing the back of his head.
Your eyes widen and you step back, was that portal real? Did you really just take some man from an alternate dimension and drag him into your apartment? It makes your head spin just trying to comprehend it all.
The man looks up at you and shakily stands, he stumbles towards you, making you stagger back more.
“What…have you done…He’ll come back! It’ll just cycle over again!” Blood trickled down from the man’s nose, “And what about this time? What if I run into the me of th
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Subject to Change
“I raise you fifty.” You declared lowly, dropping the bills on the table and bringing your gaze up to your opponent.
“…I…Ms. (surname) I already owe you enough don’t I?” He gulped.
“Well you should have thought about that before gambling away your life savings Mr. Johnson.” A smile graced your ruby red lips as you laid down your cards, another winning hand, “I expect you pay off that debt by the end of the month. If you don’t…well…I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”
The man shakily rose and left the back room of the bar, you grabbed the wad of cash from the center of the table and counted your earnings, yes this would be enough for rent, groceries, to pay your guard, and perhaps some left over for a treat. This was your life; you were a “Shark”, a debt collector. You lent out cash to gambling addicts, watched them lose it