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just a heads up if i ever act dumb i’m joking. i’m 100% smart and know literally everything

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kineticcardtricks:

      It wouldn’t be wrong to say Remy was at least surprised at the sudden familiar voice– he was usually so in tune with everything around him that only a select few really snuck up on him– and well. Felicia was one of them. “Well I’ll be, looks like some kitty got lost.” One brow raises somewhat, his head whipping around to face her when he feels the tug on his jacket. Of all things to be inspecting, his coat? He thought it was a fine thing, despite what others might say, and it was beneficial for someone chill sensitive like himself. “Long time no see, cherie, you should know my face always keeps it’s best look, especially since a fine lady like you could be anywhere.”

      “Mighty fine t’see you here.” The space was good, despite him easily falling into a familiarity with the other thief, despite her teasing. She was the third familiar face he’s seen thus far, and honestly he was relieved somewhat. He is, of course, not feeling too himself, but the drain on his powers probably had something to do with that. His expression turned slightly serious, gaze turning down as he crossed his arms, “Hard findin’ a good gig— ‘er at least figurin’ out where the good money is.” He had been in quite the conflict over what to do here, anyway, “I ain’t been here long, unfortunately— or maybe fortunately, but…” Red eyes were still as serious as ever as he turned his head back to look her over, locking their gazes, “Lil’ over a month. Finally have some access t’things— but…” He couldn’t keep serious for too long, despite his paranoia, giving her a crooked grin, “Shame hearin’ that my handle on things left ya heartbroken. Can’t be doin’ that t’a pretty lady. Less she here t’try and make competition.”

“Don’t make such a long face, handsome.” She pouts, eyes narrowing with a smirk as she laughed in continuation. “I might just kiss it to make it better if you keep that up.” But she lets her response end there, if only because she wants to listen - and how often do bad girls listen to others? Not often enough. “Well it’d be bad for business if two thieves are out of their element, and as much as it hurts, it’s a no. No competition yet.” She smiles now, index finger carefully twirling white strands around it with a huff. “I’m not at my best so it wouldn’t be fair to play that way.” She can feel the shift in his own tone as much as it was mimicked in her own, in the way his voice dipped in disappointment at her tease over the lack of gifts. A month in and he’s lost some of his shine. It kind of hurts, but she won’t admit that. It wouldn’t do either of them much good to mourn something so temporary.

There’s a question nipping at the tip of her tongue, but the obviousness is in the air so she swallows it whole and offers something she rarely allowed to seep from her lips: comfort, albeit small in its form. “You’ll get it back, Lebeau.” Her voice is quiet, convincing herself of the same good luck in the process. “If there’s anyone capable of making themselves whole again, it’s you.” Her words hang in the air with a different kind of sadness but green eyes glance at the wood in her palms and she rolls her eyes, her sympathetic seriousness lost in its annoyance. Rather than let her good spirits damper, she closes the distance again; one arm lazily snaking itself between the other’s arm as she carried on with a welcome cheeriness. “You’ve been here for a month, right?” She doesn’t wait for his answer. He said it, she knows it, but her teasing pushes on in hopes of lifting the other’s mood as her free hand raises to cup at his face again, thumb and index finger gently squeezing at his cheeks as she puckered out a smooch and grinned. “Show your favorite cherie around. You’ve gotta know how much I’m dying to see what it’s got to offer if it’s kept a fellow thief so... preoccupied.” And space is, again, noted as she lets him go - smile bright and gaze waiting for his move and answer: almost like a game of chess, she thinks. A king waiting on a queen’s move only to find out she’s waiting on him. For what? The kill, of course.

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@aclassicalhero

"Haven’t we met before?” Index finger is carefully placed against red lips as she pondered, gaze all too intense as she scrutinized every part of the person before her. She ignores the cheesy bar pick up line she rung off with, but then it clicks like the pressing of the power button on a remote: TV. She laughs with the realization and leans in, her focus softening with the wide array of quips she can’t wait to dish out. It’s all about timing though, right? “You’re famous, and just walking through these streets like it doesn’t mean a thing.”

Maybe it had something to do with the scenery change, but heroes were always harder to peg than villains. “You should be more careful,” she hums, lips curling upward with a mischievous smile as she reaches out and gently plucks the glasses right off his face. “...I know a lot of ugly people that would be more than happy to ruin such a handsome face.” She pauses, spinning the frames between her fingertips with a laugh. “Not that I’d give them a call, but you can never be too sure these days. You never know what big cat’s going to want a taste of a pretty bunny.” 

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@webspin

It wouldn’t be the same if she didn’t see him, but there’s little joy to be had in seeing red and blue right now. Nothing’s been stolen, there’s no chase to be had, there’s no fun in this meeting. It’s simple, but they haven’t shared a simple moment in quite some time. “You can’t put me behind bars now.” Not yet. “Sorry to disappoint you and your sixth sense, but I haven’t stolen a thing.”

“Unless that’s not what brought you to the top of a building in a sector buzzing with sirens and screams.” She grows quiet, listening to the few noises that reminded her of home and she huffed. There’s nothing to miss. Not fully, at least, and the few old faces she’s come across have reminded her of that. “Are you used to it?” Has he been here long? He looks thinner. “This city, I mean. If you aren’t, you better be a good little boy and adapt. It doesn’t look like we’ll be heading back anytime soon, but I’m sure your senses get their fix daily.”

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@ubiytsar

“Certainly not the spider I was looking for, but I won’t complain.” A spider’s still a spider, even if this one in particular can’t shoot webs. She’s sure the recognition is mutual, so she saves the could-be hostile tone for someone more deserving. Perhaps less? Who knows. “You don’t have that ‘where the hell am I’ look about you.” But then, when did Natasha ever? “So let me guess!”

Her voice piques with a childlike exuberance and she almost wishes she could rip it out with one of her wooden claws herself, but she’s grossly happy to see another familiar face. “You’ve been here for awhile, maybe a year or so if I have to be specific, so this is nothing new.” She wonders how many others have come and gone, but she doesn’t want to ruin the excitement so soon. “But it doesn’t look like you’re too happy about being here, either. Miss home?” She grins, shrugging after her last tidbit. “Can’t say I relate, but I can pretend to understand if you’d like.”

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@kineticcardtricks​

There’s a sense of relief that washes over her at the sight of a familiar trench coat, though her mouth’s itching to ask if it’s seen the inside of a washer recently. She refrains, opting instead to close the distance between the two of them in silence until he ends up within arm’s reach. “Not living up to your reputation too well out here, Lebeau? How unfortunate.” Her hand stretches out to grip at the end of his coat, eyes narrowing on brown to look for any tattered ends. Too close, but she knows better than to expect him to lash out violently. Not towards her, anyway. “The damages aren’t bad, but...” She pauses, weaving around to the front of him to cup at a scruffy face with a wide smile. “At least your face is still in one very fine piece.” 

She’s pleased as punch to see him, but she gives him space with a step back to let themselves adjust. No real powers meant no real fun, but something in her gut tells her he won’t be itching to spar with a fellow thief right now. “Have you been here long?” The subject change comes with a bit of a frown, though it doesn’t last long. It ghosts, much like Felicia herself tends to in that depressing department. “And with no money or jewelry to show for it if you have been?” Another smile comes and stays, without her dismay. “I’m heartbroken.”

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@kuuroraion​

"Now that’s a catsuit.” She purrs and the laugh that follows is unlike her, but she lets it come and go with ease. She needs to find some amusement in this place, and a joke is always a good way to start something new. “Color me surprised. No cleavage to flaunt off? It really helps with the distracting bit of this job if you get caught.” She’s going by assumptions, unfortunately, and not very good ones. All black didn’t always equate to robbers, but thieves had a fashionable reputation to live up to, didn’t they?

“Mind pointing me in the right direction? Maybe to the nearest jeweler.” She smiles sweetly, hand raising to brush back white locks as she pouted at the wooden claws in her grip. “I can’t say I’ve ever heard of anyone stealing successfully with wood, but a girl’s gotta try.”

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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@satsook​

“So the Tinkerer’s playing dress up with kids now?” She’s thinking out loud, though she pays little mind to the volume of her voice and the question that flows out in it. The outfit’s on par with something a masked vigilante would wear, yet Felicia sees no mask. Brave, but stupid to some degree. “Don’t know if you fight crime or advocate for it, but that design is something I can get behind - or in, if you’re willing to get out of it.”

Now she smiles, though it’s brief. “Kidding, kitten.” She means no offense in this instance, but she carries on without acknowledging her comment prior to the ending of her one-sided joke. “That sword’s not just for show though, is it?” Again, Felicia’s stuck on the design. Why wouldn’t the Tinkerer dress her up like that? The catsuit helps and, well, she did pick it, but... “I bet having that thing next to me would make me look short for once.” 

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@mewtinis

"Boooring." Her voice is booming with the singsong energy of a disney princess that only now woke up, but her expression says otherwise. Her brows are furrowed, lips pursed in contemplation at the information she’d just been told upon her arrival. The confusion isn’t settling in, she won’t allow it, but the irritation with the loss of knowledge of who, and where, to steal from was what really got under her skin. What was the world's greatest cat burglar without a place to rob? Nobody, which is probably what that scientist was hinting at. The nerve.

"Excuse me," she waves lazily, expression shifting with a welcoming smile once the eyes she hoped to catch looked her way. "You've got that equally upset and bored look about you. Know anything about this place yet, Blondie?" Not her best place to start, but a start nonetheless.

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{ since she’s in, let’s get this ball rolling! here’s a starter call that i’ll be capping at 3 for now, but uncapped for castmates! }

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{ finished her quicker than i thought, so here’s felicia hardy! her application is under /app and under link 4 on the blog. }

Welcome to the hive, Felicia!

You will be housed in district gamma.

You will be given a set of wooden forks made to look like claws.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』

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Black Cat by Sho Murase

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Felicia Hardy in Silk (2015)