generalmacnamara

[generalmacnamara]

Current number of asks in your inbox?

//counting this one there's 6! across both rp blogs combined there's 11. a few more on my main but im not grouping that in. ill be answering them later today as ill finally be free of all the stuff ive been doing :)

[generalmacnamara]

oh great, the lesbianism is back.

[He happily grabs the bowtie back from Schaffer, and puts it on, clipping it back into place.]

[Slightly glowing, yellow 'dust magic' clumps around Icosa's scars, anything broken or torn etc etc.]

Thank you!

-🔶

[Schaffer watches with a twinge of curiosity as the bowtie works it's magic before getting back on track.]

Well, if you're satisfied I'll be on my way now.

[generalmacnamara]

(She screeches and flaps her wings, clearly happy to see Schaffer again)

Yes, happy to see you too! Just don't jump on me again.. if you've got the things I asked you for, put them aside in my office. I need to drop this box off.

[generalmacnamara]

(She squawks happily and tackle hugs Schaffer , nuzzling her head against her and cooing)

OGH- SHIT! AIDA!! GET OFF ME!

[Schaffer laugh-yells as she pulls herself from Aida, adjusting her uniform.]

I'm in the middle of something!

[generalmacnamara]

No no no, I DO have a question! ... question? Maybe. Uh - can I have my bowtie back? I kinda want to leave, and if I leave without it Karaxis might kill me, and I don't feel like reincarnating.

-🔶

Is that it? I thought it was something serious the way you panicked..

[She sighs, beginning to remove the bowtie.]

I forgot I even had it on. Course you can- What's coming down the corridor.

[generalmacnamara]

(James shakes his head and looks down, attempting to close the door. Jason steps closer and holds it open)

Please- just talk to us.

Even if it's just a few words. Anything will help.

[generalmacnamara]

Th-Thank you.

You're welcome. A little encouragement goes a long way, Simon.

[generalmacnamara]

NOTHING! I hide nothing!! Hahaha! Yeah-uh- good talking to you!

[Icosa turns around, and pauses - realizing it's practically a dead end hallway, only branching off to two different rooms, and maybe another hall that he can't see. She turns back to Schaffer and gives a very anxious smile.]

Maybe we can pretend this didn't happen? And that uh-I-Don't...have anything? ...I MEAN I DON'T! So then we don't have to pretend! Cause I don't have anything. Sayyyy, what's that box for? Doesn't seem familiar.

-🔶

It's supplies. Private business, I'm sure you understand. You can leave if you want, but I could've sworn you said you were looking for me. Just miss my face, or are you backing out of a question?

[generalmacnamara]

[He glares before turning away to face a nearby guard.] Keep an eye on him.. I won't be long. [John promptly head off down the corridor, leaving Wilbur alone with the guard.]

(In one of the cafes downtown, when John was about to get his order, a teen bumps into him, dropping his coffee all over John and himself )

Fuck! Shit! … I’m so so sorry sir-

(He’s pale and has long messy black hair, with dark eyes surrounded by dark circles)

@aiden-kelleher-13

[John had just approached the counter to collect his drink when he suddenly found himself covered in someone else's order. He took a step back a second too late, instinctively moving his hands down to wring out the section of his shirt that'd absorbed most of the damage.] [He looked down at the stranger sympathetically, clearly more worried about them than the mess they'd caused.] No, no, don't worry about me.. Are you alright?

[generalmacnamara]

(She chirps and flies Down the corridor, following Schaffer’s scent)

[Schaffer's in the middle of a conversation with Icosa.. but surely Aida is always welcome. She needs to report back with her ingredients from the forest, after all.]

[generalmacnamara]

AH! UH HAHAK BBBAGH-UH-

[Icosa stuffs the necklace in her pocket, and quickly turns around to face Schaffer.]

WELL-I was trying to look for you!

...you found me instead.

-🔶

Convenient. What was that you've badly tried to hide from me?

[generalmacnamara]

Of c-course!

You're a photography prodigy, Simon. I'm proud of you.

[generalmacnamara]

…

(The door opens with the click of someone unlocking it, and James head peeks out. His brother sighs)

Thank God you’re Ok- you were something quiet in there that I. thought something had happened.

Good to see you, son. Would you like to talk?

[generalmacnamara]

(She huffs and sniffs the air to try get Schaffer’s scent)

[Schaffer's scent seems to trail down the corridor.. practically in the same direction as Icosa's. How convenient.]

[generalmacnamara]

Gotta be w a c k y somehow. Granola is just another way.

I see.. it's better than bombs, at least.

[generalmacnamara]

[Icosa wanders around aimlessley, before stopping, and grabs the necklace she had stolen earlier.]

....pretty.

[He zones in on it, not paying attention to her surroundings.]

-🔶

[Schaffer somehow finds her way over to him as she walks down the corridor, a box in her arms.] Do you have somewhere to be, Icosa?

[generalmacnamara]

(No response. Jason fidgets in his place)

James.. your brother is worried about you. Even if you don't want to talk- would you be willing to at least show him you're okay?