Rosalina Ericsson, Hunter
I will do anything, anything at all, to stop Lucifer from finding his true vessel and walking this earth. Stand against me and fall, stand beside me and know that our cause is the righteous one. Many have fallen to see him locked in his cage, many more will fall before this ends. But this will end!
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Post reblogged from I fell...twice
“Be kind and hand me every pieces of clothing you have. I am not as obsessed as my Siblings, but trust me when I want something I get it. Be cooperative all ~”
“Ugh! Freaking stupid nesting angels! Here, feathers, take ‘em and scram. ” she thrust an armful of blankets at him. “Don’t even look at my jacket, it ain’t happening.”
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Rosa stiffened when the other woman hugged her, her first reaction was to lash out, but she stifled the impulse and just sat there stiffly until she pulled away. Slipping her hand out from under Cait’s, she unzipped her trainee uniform, revealing a plain black tanktop. Showing off her underclothes didn’t seem to be her objective, as she pulled out a folded bit of paper, handing it to Cait. “This is the only picture I have of Jax, just before he died, I’ve carried it with me ever since.”
The picture was much creased and folded, the edges worn away from living in her pocket. She smiled sadly, brushing her fingers over his face, it was clear she missed him. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. He always wanted to use his powers for the betterment of humanity, was always talking about it, even though Azazel taught us that our powers were only to be used for his ends. Somehow, even though they tried to strip us of our humanity from day one, he never gave up being a good person.” Tucking the picture back inside her uniform, she zipped it back up, getting off the floor.Cait pulled out her ID card holder. Once she took away the clearance card, there was the only photo she had left of her brother.
“There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of this dork.” She sighed. “Okay. What do you want to do first?”
“I guess I should show you what I can do, I’m not sure how much they reported to you. Where do you want to do this?”
“We can go to the training room downstairs.” She suggested. “And don’t feel afraid to cut loose. Believe me, I can take it.”
“I could use a little cutting loose. Lead the way?”
“Sure, I’ll give you the lay of the land while I’m at it.” She smiled and walked out of her office and down the hall to the atrium. “So this is where the ‘heros’ generally hang out. Though, it’s normally empty as it is now. Up there-” Cait pointed to a place where the rafters met. “Is one of Clint’s ‘nests’. No one knows what he does up there, but we don’t question. Oh! And if he asks you to help him stash nerf bullets, don’t think he will spare you when he uses them. You’re welcome to anything in the fridge… to a point. The boys tend to get upset if you eat something with their name on it.” She got in the elevator and hit the button labeled ‘Gym’
She had heard stories about SHIELD and of course the Avengers, they were all living legends. To have one of those legends, not to mention the wife of the first Avenger himself, showing her around was more than she could’ve ever dreamed of. Cracking a slight smile at the mention of the nest, she shook her head. “I’m not sure I want to know. Do you think the guys would mind if I cooked and left some stuff here? I miss having people to cook for and in truth I’m not half bad.” Rosa followed her into the elevator.
“Are you kidding? They would worship you like the Mayans worshiped the sun if you made them food.” She chuckled. “Their just a bunch of teenagers, I swear.”
She laughed, the tension in her chest easing just a little. “I’ll whip something up for tomorrow.”
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Rosa stiffened when the other woman hugged her, her first reaction was to lash out, but she stifled the impulse and just sat there stiffly until she pulled away. Slipping her hand out from under Cait’s, she unzipped her trainee uniform, revealing a plain black tanktop. Showing off her underclothes didn’t seem to be her objective, as she pulled out a folded bit of paper, handing it to Cait. “This is the only picture I have of Jax, just before he died, I’ve carried it with me ever since.”
The picture was much creased and folded, the edges worn away from living in her pocket. She smiled sadly, brushing her fingers over his face, it was clear she missed him. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. He always wanted to use his powers for the betterment of humanity, was always talking about it, even though Azazel taught us that our powers were only to be used for his ends. Somehow, even though they tried to strip us of our humanity from day one, he never gave up being a good person.” Tucking the picture back inside her uniform, she zipped it back up, getting off the floor.Cait pulled out her ID card holder. Once she took away the clearance card, there was the only photo she had left of her brother.
“There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of this dork.” She sighed. “Okay. What do you want to do first?”
“I guess I should show you what I can do, I’m not sure how much they reported to you. Where do you want to do this?”
“We can go to the training room downstairs.” She suggested. “And don’t feel afraid to cut loose. Believe me, I can take it.”
“I could use a little cutting loose. Lead the way?”
“Sure, I’ll give you the lay of the land while I’m at it.” She smiled and walked out of her office and down the hall to the atrium. “So this is where the ‘heros’ generally hang out. Though, it’s normally empty as it is now. Up there-” Cait pointed to a place where the rafters met. “Is one of Clint’s ‘nests’. No one knows what he does up there, but we don’t question. Oh! And if he asks you to help him stash nerf bullets, don’t think he will spare you when he uses them. You’re welcome to anything in the fridge… to a point. The boys tend to get upset if you eat something with their name on it.” She got in the elevator and hit the button labeled ‘Gym’
She had heard stories about SHIELD and of course the Avengers, they were all living legends. To have one of those legends, not to mention the wife of the first Avenger himself, showing her around was more than she could’ve ever dreamed of. Cracking a slight smile at the mention of the nest, she shook her head. “I’m not sure I want to know. Do you think the guys would mind if I cooked and left some stuff here? I miss having people to cook for and in truth I’m not half bad.” Rosa followed her into the elevator.
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Rosa stiffened when the other woman hugged her, her first reaction was to lash out, but she stifled the impulse and just sat there stiffly until she pulled away. Slipping her hand out from under Cait’s, she unzipped her trainee uniform, revealing a plain black tanktop. Showing off her underclothes didn’t seem to be her objective, as she pulled out a folded bit of paper, handing it to Cait. “This is the only picture I have of Jax, just before he died, I’ve carried it with me ever since.”
The picture was much creased and folded, the edges worn away from living in her pocket. She smiled sadly, brushing her fingers over his face, it was clear she missed him. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. He always wanted to use his powers for the betterment of humanity, was always talking about it, even though Azazel taught us that our powers were only to be used for his ends. Somehow, even though they tried to strip us of our humanity from day one, he never gave up being a good person.” Tucking the picture back inside her uniform, she zipped it back up, getting off the floor.Cait pulled out her ID card holder. Once she took away the clearance card, there was the only photo she had left of her brother.
“There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of this dork.” She sighed. “Okay. What do you want to do first?”
“I guess I should show you what I can do, I’m not sure how much they reported to you. Where do you want to do this?”
“We can go to the training room downstairs.” She suggested. “And don’t feel afraid to cut loose. Believe me, I can take it.”
“I could use a little cutting loose. Lead the way?”
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Post reblogged from The name is Saphire, by the way
“You said you had visions. Do you know when they occur?” she tapped her fingers against her leg. If something was after her, she wanted to be ready for it.
“I don’t know what exactly triggers them. They happen often but only time they’re really clear is when I’m at full power, that is to say full up on demon blood. Other times they tend to be very vague. Most of the time they have to do with demons but not always. I think they have to do with the fate of the world, not to sound melodramatic, but they always show me things that can alter the course of humanity. Take you for instance. The very fact of us having this conversation has changed the course of potential history. A girl who never should have existed in the first place and one who nobody believes exists anymore.” Rosalina said, shaking her head. “If you wish, I can show you what I saw, I promise I mean you no harm at this juncture in time.” She extended her hand, the one not clutching the bloodsoaked tissues.
“My visions are just about the same. Only I can’t do them when I’m awake. It takes up all of my energy,” she looked at the other girls hand curiously before taking it.
Rosalina laced her fingers through Saphire’s, pulling her closer. “Relax. And please don’t smite me for what happens next.” Not giving her a chance to respond she leaned over and pressed her lips against hers. Her eyes were open and they glowed yellow, one hand pressed against the back of Saphire’s head to maintain the connection. Saphire would’ve felt a sensation like a thread of warmth passing from Rosalina to her, and then a flood of images started. The images were erratic, fast forwarding and slowing down at random. She was inside a car, the same one that they had driven to her house with, only this time she was driving. They were speeding down an interstate, mile markers flashing by, until she got off on an exit in the middle of nowhere. It flashed to an image of the clearing where they had met before switching to a brief look at her home. Time seemed to slow down like moving through molasses, lingering on the two of them sitting in the living room, before it flashed some unknown amount of time forward to her house catching fire. Faces could be seen through the flames, eyes as black as coals, waiting for her to flee the fire. Gasping, Rosalina released her, her eyes fading back to normal.
Saphire looked at her curiously. She grunted when she felt her lips on hers, but didn’t move, knowing she would need to see this. Once she broke away, Saphire wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I could’ve read your thoughts,” she grumbled. “If that vision changes, can you tell me?”
Laying back panting, her face pale and sweaty, she raised her head weakly. “No offense but I really don’t need you poking around in my head and I honestly don’t think you’d like it all that much. It’d feel like poking around inside of a demon, all darkness, I try not to expose people to that. Trust me, I didn’t like it anymore than you did.” She was shaking but managed to get to her feet. “I need to go refuel, you give me a call if anything happens. I can’t see if the vision changes until it hits me again. Hopefully, this warning was enough to shift the threads of fate, at the very least you now know they’re out for you.” Handing her a slip of paper with a number, Rosalina headed for the door, pausing before she crossed the threshold. “I’ll keep your secret, Saphire, as well as I’m able to. But if they do come after you on behalf of Lucifer, I will be back, and I can’t promise our next meeting will be as nice as this one. Blessed be and merry met.” Touching two fingers to her forehead, she bowed and walked out, getting in the car.
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A black Barracuda roared down the brightly lit streets of New York, kicking up a cloud of garbage and exhaust as it raced towards it’s destination. Anyone who saw the car would swear that it was painted with symbols, ones that burned like fire in the gathering dark, but that they couldn’t identify. A second glance would make them think it was a trick of the light. Something about the car rose an uneasy feeling in those who saw it, as though something about it was wrong and unnatural. Speeding over the Brooklyn Bridge, the car took a turn off the main drag, moving deeper into the poorly lit streets of the neighborhood. Here the symbols still skated across the finish, twisting and churning, never in the same spot twice. Pulling up in front of an old brownstone, the engine growled loudly before dying away, the silence strange after the noise. It’s driver jumped out, grabbing a bag from the passenger seat, heading up the front steps. The pretty brunette fumbled with her keys before finding the right one, unlocking the door silently and easing past it. A fifth floor apartment was her destination, the walls and floor covered with the same shimmering symbols as the car, weapons and strange occult items littering every surface. One wall was covered with pictures, 20 or so in all, of people aged 10 to 30. They were every skin tone and every shape, but all had something about them that marked them as related in some way. Most were marked with a red line across their face but a few were blank.
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Post reblogged from The name is Saphire, by the way
“You said you had visions. Do you know when they occur?” she tapped her fingers against her leg. If something was after her, she wanted to be ready for it.
“I don’t know what exactly triggers them. They happen often but only time they’re really clear is when I’m at full power, that is to say full up on demon blood. Other times they tend to be very vague. Most of the time they have to do with demons but not always. I think they have to do with the fate of the world, not to sound melodramatic, but they always show me things that can alter the course of humanity. Take you for instance. The very fact of us having this conversation has changed the course of potential history. A girl who never should have existed in the first place and one who nobody believes exists anymore.” Rosalina said, shaking her head. “If you wish, I can show you what I saw, I promise I mean you no harm at this juncture in time.” She extended her hand, the one not clutching the bloodsoaked tissues.
“My visions are just about the same. Only I can’t do them when I’m awake. It takes up all of my energy,” she looked at the other girls hand curiously before taking it.
Rosalina laced her fingers through Saphire’s, pulling her closer. “Relax. And please don’t smite me for what happens next.” Not giving her a chance to respond she leaned over and pressed her lips against hers. Her eyes were open and they glowed yellow, one hand pressed against the back of Saphire’s head to maintain the connection. Saphire would’ve felt a sensation like a thread of warmth passing from Rosalina to her, and then a flood of images started. The images were erratic, fast forwarding and slowing down at random. She was inside a car, the same one that they had driven to her house with, only this time she was driving. They were speeding down an interstate, mile markers flashing by, until she got off on an exit in the middle of nowhere. It flashed to an image of the clearing where they had met before switching to a brief look at her home. Time seemed to slow down like moving through molasses, lingering on the two of them sitting in the living room, before it flashed some unknown amount of time forward to her house catching fire. Faces could be seen through the flames, eyes as black as coals, waiting for her to flee the fire. Gasping, Rosalina released her, her eyes fading back to normal.
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Post reblogged from Bruce Wayne Online
Naturally, no. But it would appear that things have changed a bit. Unless its all on the outside and under that skirt you’re still all Bruce.
I have… well, I have the parts. But I’m still myself.
I’m still a man. I could not bear a child.
methinks the lady doth protest too much.
