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" You're more human than half of the humans that I've met. You're good people. "

As Kate held onto her, she smiled tenderly, a hand gently resting on Kate's shoulders. Her touch was motherly, and she felt a tug at her heart. Her fingers ran through the youngers hair, as though trying to soothe her and let her know that she was going to be taking care of her.

" I lost my son. But I'll make sure that you'll never have to worry about her. I'll stop at nothing to ensure her safety and well being. "

She fell silent for a moment, clearing her throat. Turning her head to hide the tears that brimmed her eyes, fighting them off - she didn't want to get emotional right now.

" Thank you for trusting me. "

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

[bl00dcrys]

// ooc //

me featuring diana as a marketable plushie

I'm not finishing this, tbh, but I thought I'd post it anyways.

here's the original

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" Don't mention it. What you have is precious, cherish it. "

Her gaze met Toby's own, a soft smile on her lips. She glanced towards Ann and gave an appreciative nod of her head with a little " thank you, " as she went to prepare her room.

It would be a major change for Diana, she had been alone for so long that she would have to take some time to adjust, but she was sure of her decision, even if it was one that was impulsively made in the moment.

" I would hate to see anything happen to you, or to her, for that matter. I'll be here to help in any way that I possibly can. "

A faint flush of red spread over her face. She felt soft - she wasn't sure how else to describe it, overwhelmed by a pleasant emotion she couldn't quite pinpoint. And she felt relief that she may have found a new purpose.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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Diana fell into silence for a long moment, whatever thoughts that she had been getting had been a mystery - as was the expression on her face. She looked towards the peaceful Kate, to the tearful Ann, her hands resting on the edge of the counter again.

" Let me help. "

Her gaze shot towards Toby, her expression a little more serious than it had been previously.

" I have history of working as a merc and I did attend medschool. I never graduated, but I'm sure I would still be of some use. Whether it be helping watch Kate or helping you out there. "

She stated. She almost couldn't believe that she was suggesting this- she didn't know them for very long at all. Maybe it was the thought of this family getting torn apart that bothered her, maybe there had been some guilt of her own past mistakes encouraging her. Whatever the reason, she seemed pretty sure of her suggestion.

" I have experience with children, so I'm sure I could help looking out for Kate if an extra hand is ever needed. "

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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" I can tell you're a great brother. She trusts you so much. "

A warm smile, watching the sight for a moment. She felt at peace from the scene unfolding, gingerly taking her cup of tea.

" Ah, thank you. "

She would give Ann the money she previously took from her wallet, taking her fork and taking a bite of the steak.

" You were right. The steak is really good. "

She looked towards Toby again, he clearly had a life full of trauma and his occupation wasn't particularly a normal one. And yet he seemed to be surrounded by loved ones. She almost envied him over that, really.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts, cutting another piece of the steak with her fork.

" I assume she lives with you, then? "

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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A look of surprise swept over Diana's features for a brief moment as the girl ran up to Toby, a warm, soft expression spreading across her face. As she listened to the interaction, a look akin to amusement twinkled in her eyes.

She did have a soft spot for youth. Brief memories ran through her mind of her son, and she stilled slightly, her body tense.

Only for a fleeting moment, before her shoulders would visibly relax again. Her tone would be noticeably softer as she spoke, almost soothing, especially in comparison to the manner she usually spoke.

" Aw. What a cutie. "

She paused, taking her backpack off and rummaging through it for a moment, before taking out what looked like a small plush. Actually, it wasn't just a plush. It had catnip inside of it, something she got for her oriental shorthair back at her house.

. . . she just kind of assumed it might would have interested Kate, hesitantly offering it.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

[bl00dcrys]

// OOC //

I WAS GOING TO SKETCH OUT A MEME BUT HONESTLY NOW I WANT TO DRAW A BUNCH OF MUSES AS CHIBI PLUSHIES LIKE THIS HSISIXIDIDOF

This was what i was working on btw I was browsing Pinterest for ideas and boom sisidiskkdkff

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Diana wasn't one to pry. She had her own rough patch, and she knew the pain that could resurface from questions. But she couldn't help but wonder where Toby was going with that - he must have lost his mother, too. As she saw people's reactions to Toby's presence, she would look towards him, a faint chuckle leaving her lips.

She'd follow Toby to the bar, looking at the woman curiously. Ann, huh? She offered a polite smile and a small nod of her head, taking money out of her wallet to cover the cost of the meal - taking out enough to cover both hers and Toby's.

" She's pretty. "

She told Toby as Ann was tending to the tea, and Diana would take a seat at the bar, crossing her legs when she did. She cracked a faint grin, pocketing her wallet again and resting her hands on the edge of the counter.

" Green tea is one of my favorites. My sister would get it all of the time. "

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

[bl00dcrys]

// OOC //

hello!! i made a side blog for another oc of mine! ♡

@angelcryz

you're all more than welcome to go pester her!

[bl00dcrys]

Pausing as she looked up at the sign, she took a moment to appreciate the design - roses happened to be a favorite of hers, next to hibiscus. She glanced towards Toby as he spoke, registering his words. Demons, huh? She wouldn't ask too much, not yet.

" I take it you're close to them, then? "

Honey gaze lingered to his smile, and her own spread across her face. Seeing him seemingly finding comfort in the place made her feel somewhat at peace. She'd take the lead, stepping through the doors of the tavern as she slipped her wallet out of her pocket. It was a simple black wallet, with one of those wristlets attached - which she'd slip over her hand as to not drop it as she looked around.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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" Hah, guess i'll somewhat fit in then. "

Wasn't particularly sure what criteria she would have fallen under — vigilante, most likely? But it was comforting to know that she wasn't alone in the matter. It was a struggle to fit in these days, she felt nostalgic for the normalcy of her childhood and envy for those around her that lived peaceful lives.

The smell would hit her nostrils, and she felt a comfort wash over her. Her hand reached for the pocket of her jeans, patting it lightly to make sure that her wallet was there, following the sound of the music. Hopefully the place wouldn't be too crowded, she didn't particularly like being in crowded spaces.

" It'll be nice to have something cooked. I've never exactly been a very good chef. My son made that very clear to me. "

A faint, amused smile as she stated that, and she'd be getting her wallet out of her pocket.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three

[bl00dcrys]

// OOC //

revamped diana's avatar in zepeto, featuring my self insert at the bottom lmao

i thought about writing as her too,, but i refrained from making the blog, somehow.

[bl00dcrys]

daddy i’ll be honest kitten has killed before and will kill again

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She listened as the other spoke, noting the way that his posture seemed to relax as he spoke. It may not have seemed like a massive detail, but she was happy that he felt comfortable enough around her that he could let his guard down like that.

" I'll probably try one of those, then. I love teriyaki, so I may go with the steak. "

She'd decide for sure once she was actually there, most likely. She fell silent after that for a long moment, although it wasn't an awkward one. For her, it was comfortable. She had a hard time making conversation with people at times.

" I appreciate it. "

Pierced lips formed into a faint smile of appreciation.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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Her honey gaze lingered over the scars with curiosity, although she didn't stare - shifting her gaze to the surrounding area one last time. She pulled her hands out of her pockets to adjust the straps of her backpack one last time, giving a small nod of her head.

Her expression remained pretty neutral most of the conversation, her tone of voice and eyes carried more emotion than her face did. She was fairly soft spoken when she wasn't hostile.

" Yeah, we should get going. "

She would etch his name into her brain so she wouldn't forget it, but she'd likely remember it anyways — he stood out from most of the people she had met so far.

The majority of her scars came from fighting, although the worst visible ones had been concealed with damn good makeup or with her clothes. Mainly to prevent nosy strangers from asking about them, especially while she was at work.

" You said that you go to this restaurant frequently, yeah? What do you usually get? "

She asked, partially to fill the silence as she took a few steps, the sounds of her worn combat boots against the ground seeming loud to her ears. She wasn't exactly wearing anything out of the ordinary. Worn out shoes, black jeans and an old black tank top. Her arms were fairly toned giving the amount of training that she had to do in the past, and that she had to recently pick back up on.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”

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" I'll take it. It sounds more appetizing, anyways. "

She nodded her head, carefully folding the map and slipping it into her pocket. She brushed her choppy black bangs away from her face, hands then finding themselves in the pockets of her black jeans.

" I appreciate it. My name's Diana, by the way. "

She figured she should at least give her name. A sweet, chocolate - like smell with notes of cherry seemed to follow her, likely whatever perfume it was that she wore. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was definitely there.

Carrying a rough looking map, the woman had been struggling to make sense of it — various scribbles and illegible words decorating it with Sharpie, as though she had been carefully in search for something.

Her frustration had been getting the best of her, her phone had been charging on a power bank in her backpack, so instead of trying to pull up a GPS, she'd walk up behind the nearest person that she saw.

" Excuse me? Sorry. I think I've taken a wrong turn. Or two. Or three. Would you mind helping me a bit? "

The swordsman before the young woman tilted his head to the side calmly, crimson eyes glowing behind the metal mask over his face. He didn’t seem hostile, but his appearance… Anyone could easily tell that he was a former assassin. He was too intimidating to be anything else.

And yet… He sounded so gentle and calm, like an autumn breeze right before sunset, with the scent of firewood, cinnamon, old books, motor oil, hot metal and leather.

”…Sure. I think I can help out a bit. Where are you headed to? I think I can be of at least some substantial use.”