Atomevc - Do I Look Like I Need To Walk?

tuesday 06/07/23

started proper university research. the path forward is mucky and its hard :(

♫ bodies - dominic fike ♫

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Eve carefully watched his movements, waiting for him to see some recognition of the object she made. She wanted to advance her powers, to help more with the team. To truly meet her potential. She's made some common objects already or modified things, but it was all simple and more for everyday things.

"I forgot to add a fan?" She groaned loudly, eying her creation and seeing exactly what he meant. She had been so busy on its external features she had not even thought too deeply of its internal mechanics.

She gave him a small smile at his comfort to her. She looked up at him briefly before returning her focus back to the object. "I guess..." She said before waving her hand, altering the object to become a simple brick. She did not want to stare at her creation any longer.

"I can't make a fucking hair dryer from memory, Rex." She stated plainly. "I have these powers and I can't make a hair dryer, what else can I not make?" She emphasized, as if making any object possible was her only job on the team. Her eyes returned to the now brick and pointed at it yet again. This time around she attempted to alter it into a radio, definitely a leap from a hair dryer. "God fucking damnit..." She muttered, the object she made instead was essentially just a speaker with no controls.

@atomevc continued from x

he looked at the object in question, there was a slight tilt of his head then it tilted the other way in order to get a better glance at the thing. when it came to eve's powers, rex knew that she was amazing when it came to the fighting aspect, she could easily make gigantic hammers out of thin air to smash into villains, but seeing the supposed hair dryer--he had to think it left much to be desired.

"i'm not going to say that it DOESN'T look like a hair dryer now that i know what it's suppose to be, but uh..." he then went up to lightly poke the object in question. "i can't help but notice that it doesn't have that fan mechanism that they all do..i don't think it's going to be much use without one."

he then turned back to her, hearing her concern about her powers and he placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her as best he could.

"it doesn't look bad, don't get me wrong, maybe you should just go online and look up how they function, it might help." he knew that in the line of battle there wouldn't be time to actually do this, but if she was determined to make things and have them work the way their intended to, there had to be research.

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I’m back! After spending all day traveling and flights constantly getting delayed. I did work on some drafts this trip so replies should be coming back starting tomorrow 🥳

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Background Paintings for the Atom Eve Special of Invincible.

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happy birthday!  🥳 … sentence starters

“Ready for your first present?”

“Big whoop, it’s your birthday.”

“SURPRISE! Happy birthday, (name)!”

“Another year older! Looking forward to it?”

“Go on, blow out the candles! Make a wish!”

“Why don’t you like celebrating your birthday?”

“I was told I had to get you something, so here.”

“Dang, I think I ate way too much cake and ice cream.”

“I might have blown up too many balloons for the party…”

“What? You don’t like birthday cake? Who doesn’t like birthday cake?”

“Wait, so you’ve never had a proper birthday party? Oh, we’re changing that.”

“I get that you don’t like celebrating your birthday, but I still want you to have fun.”

“I couldn’t afford to get you a present, but I hope the gist of my presence is enough.”

“No, I didn’t get you too many presents… pay no mind to the moving truck currently pulling into the driveway.”

“I ordered a cake that says ‘happy birthday’. They sent me a cake that says ‘Mathy Booby’. Something tells me they misheard me on the phone.”

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💖 like this for a starter...? comment if you have any prefs of the genre of the starter!

fluff | angst | romance | hurt / comfort | action | slice of life | crack

AS SAID BY ALISTAIR THEIRIN - PARTY BANTER *  updated version - assorted banter from dragon age: origins

they say you can get anything here. i once got pick-pocketed.

i don't know if i should take you seriously... but you scare me sometimes.

i locked myself in a cage once when i was a child. for an entire day. ahh... good times.

why do they call it a brothel? there's no broth. or is there?

couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? that would be great, thanks.

leave me alone.

i know where babies come from!

what would you do if someone told you that they loved you?

food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that.

we take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. as soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when i know it's done.

we're not going to be mobbed, right? that's not something they do here? mob people?

do you get the feeling things are just getting worse as we go up?

now that's just unnecessary.

i don't think we're alone. i really don't think we're alone.

is it just me, or did i do really badly back there?

excuse me while i begin projectile vomiting.

maybe she was ugly. maybe she had buck teeth. how would we know?

what is that smell? fish? and something else. oh... more fish.

uh-oh. i'm terrible at puzzles.

let's try not to get lost here. places like this can get you turned around.

i think there's something ahead. something big.

i don't even want to imagine where that leads.

you could be an utter moron, for all we know.

it used to get so quiet that i would start screaming until someone came running. i would tell them that i was just checking. you never know, right?

there's a certain allure to danger, isn't there?

i will never get over how quietly you are able to move.

i heard you often seduce your targets.

don't you wish you could have stayed there? to help more people, i mean?

i've never been very good at that. the steeling myself part. i find it better sometimes to just be a little weak. i'm all right with that, really.

i just wanted some advice.

what should i do if... if i think a woman is special...

i am not lost.

do i have a choice?

you find that curious, do you?

that's directed at me, i take it?

have you really been thinking about that all this time?

so let's talk about your mother for a moment.

why do you always go on about how stupid i am? i'm not stupid, am i?

it hurts my manly feelings, you know. all one of them.

you're not even listening to me.

you're joking, right? a five year old could answer that question.

so what's the deal with you and him, anyway? dare i ask?

that... is a ridiculous question.

i figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.

it's moments like this when i truly appreciate the difference between you and me.

you're... you're drunk, aren't you?

how do you manage to be constantly drunk? are we even carrying that much alcohol with us?

i guess a romance between you and i is completely out of the question.

you know a lot of big words.

you wouldn't understand.

don't you ever talk? you know, make polite conversation just to put people at ease?

i spy with my little eye... something that begins with... "G"

are you talking to me?

are we under attack?

i don't have to prove anything to you.

we're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.

can you mend it? when we get back to camp?

i might catch a cold.

that's... one way of looking at it.

i have a hard time believing that.

it's not an outlandish question.

you know, of all the mages i've met you have to be the first one i can honestly say i've really liked.

why are you smiling like that?

i wasn't looking at... you know her... hind-quarters... i gazed. glanced... in that direction, maybe, but i wasn't staring... or really seeing anything even.

i hate you. you're a bad person.

i'm not an idiot. well, not most of the time.

you didn't answer my question.

if you aren't telling me, there must be a reason.

do you mind if i ask you a personal question?

have you... had many women in your time?

how do you... woo them? is there a technique?

i like my hair the way it is, thank you.

we aren't talking about this, are we? did i hit my head?

is that a smirk? are you smirking at me?

well aren't you just chock full of useless trivia today.

i suppose you don't care.

so when this is over, what do you intend to do with yourself?

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the beloved government designed superweapon

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❝ we need to put an end to this ❞ (from mark grayson / omni-invincible)

PROMPTS FOR SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES

"I'm glad we're on the same page for once." Eve quipped, still her defenses stayed up and she fully planned to continue to fight despite his words. She first sent a few blasts of energy his way in attempt to weekend him, or at the very least keep him busy for a moment.

In the time she had to take a heavy breath, she formed a shield around herself, her in the center of a pink transparent sphere. "Hope you don't mind my...precautions." Eve was already trying to plan her next move just in case, possibly having to get a bit more creative in her attacks back and maybe dump him in some water?

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