somecallmeray:

Rachel sleeps. She's relearned how to do that wherever she puts her head down.

It had been easy to get soft during the attempt at college thing after Cable brought her back. Then everything went crazy. She was disappointed in herself for being surprised by the crazy times. When everything went back to something resembling normalcy and she found herself minus any of her powers she just about did backflips. She looked into going back to college and had begun the process to re-enrollment.

Then everything began to change.

Again.

( Were not that I have bad dreams... )

lunatic_laugh:

This was it. A fresh start.

Phil Urich hated what had become of his project out west, but it had to be done. He didn't want to walk away from the people who had become his friends, but Mickey, whatever her intentions, had been ready to sell them all out. He and Hollow, who was safe now, had worked out their own deal with Fujiwaka. Now he was free.

Of course, being free meant you had to work to support yourself again. True, the funds Rick Jones had hooked him up with gave him a little bit of a buffer, but the bulk of it had been left in the account for Excelsior. From what he could see online, the group was doing fine without him. For Phil Urich though, it was back to the grind. A new camera and a recorder at his side, he stepped into the barely contained fury that was the Daily Bugle offices. Uncle Ben had been proud of Phil for going back to college and earning his degrees (journalism and photography, thank you very much), and told him that if he ever was ready to give the Bugle another shot, to let him know.

So what if it was just a gopher job for his uncle for now? A job's a job.

mr_brock:

It was after midnight in New York City. It had been a busy night. He raided a crackhouse, scared the crap out of the tenants, and even managed not to kill anybody. Though the reasoning wasn't that he hadn't wanted to. A woman, a dopefiend by her appeance, had been there with her young son. Bad enough what people on the streets experienced day-in and day-out, but the last he wanted to do was be the one to scar a child with gruesome images. He used his powers on the woman, curing her of her addiction, and promptly told her to get out. Yeah, it was definitely not one of his better nights.

Since  being rid of the symbiote and gaining his new suit, he felt it was his newfound mission to something for people wrecked by addictions and disease. Sadly, he oftentimes wondered if it was a losing battle.. He didn't want to be "Eddie Brock, the murderer" anymore. At the same time he couldn't see making much progress with the standard masked vigilante response.

'Pretty damn rich to have Frank Castle of all people call me a murderer. Still, doesn't make it easier to hear."

At the moment, things were relatively quiet. He stood on the roof of a small building and just enjoyed the brief respite. God only knows it likely wouldn't be long before he'd have to get back to work.