the next.

lunged and spun between them, blood flying in all directions as his superior reflexes took over, making up for the size difference and instead, using his small stature to an advantage, by being quick, nimble and hard to hit. Slicing and stabbing at vitals with surgical precision before moving to-

one.

The blade was spun in his hand, twirled as he took the few seconds he had to feel how the weight was distributed in it. Heavy at the tip. And then the alien warriors were upon him.

And Deathstroke did not intend to simply maim them.

He met them in force, moving like a predatory cat as he-

And he pulled his mask back over his head. Orange and black, a singular eye not even looking as he reached down to withdraw the blade.

It was crude and massive. An ordinary man would need two hands to even wield it half efficiently. But with enhanced strength? He could have done it with even just-

with a higher cause. Don't think about what is right or wrong. You do what you have to do. We'd call you a 'realist' where I'm from."

After her trust was given and the blade was thrown. A familiar surge filled Slade's body. His grin seemingly grew bigger at the challenge.

"I'm a realist, myself."

have and usually are fun even if for a little while. I think it's just about not stressing over what you're writing as long as you feel like you're doing the character justice and most of all, enjoying it. If you're not doing one or the other, or both, then you've got problems!

commit to long form storytelling with build ups and payoffs. And the number of successful SLs I've had where people didn't get burned and were carried out to completion...I can number them with two hands haha.

But even the dropped SLs I've enjoyed, as they've let me develop whatever character I-

|| As someone who rarely does crack and is admittedly just bad at being spontaneously funny, I've had to rely on storylines as a crutch for prejudice much my entire RP career for the last 10 years now.

So I definitely can understand the difficulties of finding people who are willing and able to-

the best warrior there is."

towered over even him, it was rare he had to look up to someone. He slid his mask off, the humidity of this place hitting him like a slap to the face.

"And from what I can see, you're in need of a few warriors who're willing to get their hands dirty."

And finally, he looked up at her.

"I'm-

Covered in blood, he cleaned his sword as he rode the elevator up to his private room. Ready to get this over with. So imagine his surprise when it opened and he saw @countingseconds.bsky.social already there. Already with the kill.

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me."

with dropping them like flies. No doubt that gave Mr. Tanaka all the time in the world to try and flee, but Slade had hijacked control of his private elevator before even entering.

These people were never as untouchable as people thought. Except if that person is the CEO of Psijin Dynamics. In which case, he had a whole entourage who jumped Slade as soon as he entered the penthouse.

Not difficult, private security mooks. They came at him first so Slade had no quandaries-

wanted.

Almost.

@loislanereporter.bsky.social

carried the usual venom, although, maybe he was even more annoyed than usual.

"Gonna have to tell your editor to run a human interest story instead. Sure some 93 year old meemaw out there got a diploma or something."

She'd been following him for a while, he was almost interested in what she-

back behind his shoulder finally with his good eye.

'It's dealing with nosy reporters with too much time on their hands, and a professional disregard for their own safety.'

Of course, he knew who it was. Who else had the courage to follow him?

"Not giving interviews today, Lois."

His voice-

far as Delaware goes, but...'

Movement in the building across, men in suits, organized crime. The meeting was wrapping up. Slade checked his magazine, out of force of habit than anything else.

'It's terrible to do business in. If you aren't dealing with the boy scout himself...'

He looked-