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[littleredarcher]

((Haha, I'm already having doubts about this...I might put Callie on low activity, if only for my own peace of mind. She kinda pops up in my brain occasionally but I'm feeling way too anxious and unconfident to be her right now.))

[littleredarcher]

"I'm a professional hero, darling. I suppose you could say as much, yeah."

She was also bluffing. Klaus, for as armed as he was, was still a child and she'd never dream of fighting him. Even so, it was instinct to tease the kid; kindly, but still teasing.

"You're a smart young man. As for being a carnival game, I don't think I have any prizes on me, unless you're interested in a stick of gum and some fake ruby earrings, and you don't seem like you'd settle for anything less than real gems."

She gave a near imperceptible sigh of relief as he lowered the weapon. "I didn't think you were. But I'm glad to be proven correct and not shot."

( @littleredarcher | from here ! )

“Do you run fast or something? Special shield? Magic barrier?”

Klaus simply stares at the elf from above his lenses before shaking his head. It was almost impressive how she was so confident in herself and her skills. But even then, Klaus himself was bluffing. He surely couldn’t shoot that crossbow! It was heavy and he’d only blunder about with it before he could manage to get a single bolt out of it—but sometimes lucky shots do happen.

“You see,” he begins simply, “I would try my hand at hitting you, but I would rather avoid the assault and battery charges that would follow it. Perhaps if you were some carnival game with a wonderful prize, I would though.” He lets out a grunt as he finally sets the crossbow down, a bit upset at himself that he didn’t think to do so earlier.

“Let me guess: you get into a lot of fights. But rest assured; I’m no fighter.”

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❝ Boy you’re not intimidated by me at all, are you? ❞ (Purple!verse Harold because I don’t use him at all @artfulprankster also greetings!)

"Sorry, little man, but I've seen scarier halflings. I'm sure you tried your best, though."

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❝ Sometimes there aren’t good decisions. Sometimes…there’s just decisions.❞

The woman's expression softens considerably. "I suppose it's true. All one can do is all one can do."

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❝ So here’s my solution, and I think you’re gonna find it very equitable: I’m not gonna shoot you with this giant crossbow. ❞

"I'm thankful you're not going to, but I'd love to see you try."

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❝ I cannot stress enough how uninterested I am in this. ❞ { From Jackie because I don't throw her out enough }

"Cmon, kid, can you throw me a bone here? I'm trying to build a reputation."

[littleredarcher]

((The more I write her, the more I realize (to my horror) that Calliope has an Australian accent in my head.

My fucking elf is Australian. Why.))

[littleredarcher]

🎧

((Poxy Boggards is definitely a Callie Mood. This fits her energy very well, very accurately.))

[littleredarcher]

Callie's gray eyes widened like clouds above the ocean as terror set in. Fuck...this was one of those dragons with an impenetrable hide, wasn't it? Oh, she was in for it.

"There's nothing fair about stealing! That treasure belongs to the town, and you know it!"

She only barely dodged the molten metal, heat from it still close enough to scald her skin. This situation was becoming far, far too real. She was really in a life or death battle, and it couldn't be fought with words. "Like hell it will! This is a rosewood bow, it wasn't cheap!"

Finding a place near the mouth of the cave to crouch, she fired again, this time aiming for the heart of the beast.

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“Forgive me, mate, but most wizards don’t have a wingspan.” Calliope felt her blood chill at the full sight of the beast, sat protectively over his stolen loot. She was a hero, and that was a dragon; tradition dictated that she would kill it and redistribute its treasure to the townsfolk…after her cut, of course.

“If you’re willing to fly off, I won’t have to kill you, but keep fighting…” She fired an arrow at one of his forelegs, aiming to injure but not maim or kill. It was a warning if anything.

He knew how tradition worked and he couldn’t help but feel all the more slighted by this ranger for it. Luckily, he knew his vulnerable spot and she apparently didn’t, by the way she shot off an arrow for his forelegs of all places.

A mirthless grin stretched across his face as the arrow smashed to splinters against his carapace. It still stung a little.

“I CAN BE [MaGiCaL] IF I WANT TO BE! YOU CAN’T HAVE THIS! I STOLE IT [Fair And Square]! SHOOT AGAIN AND YOUR [Pretty Little Bow] WILL BE [Collector’s Edition]!”

His protest preceded a white-hot blast of fire that roared clear over her head and reduced the cave wall behind her to molten slag. A warning of his own.

[littleredarcher]

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((This is one of the songs that inspired Callie's creation all the way back in ye olden days of late 2019.

It's basically the story of someone who sheds their trappings of civilized society and becomes one with nature, cruel and beautiful. And tbh that's the whole character; her story arc is about ending the cycle of violence and the evils of a society that would forgive violence for the sake of protection.))

[littleredarcher]

Send "🎧" and I'll give a song that reminds me of my muse with a reason why!

-send "headphones" if the emoji is unavailable!

[littleredarcher]

Calliope took it back hastily, holding the arrow pouch close to her chest. “No! Look, I don’t play instruments; that’s the bard’s job. I’m here to inquire about any quests one might have available. Hero work, you know?”

@littleredarcher​ from X

The young prince ignored her, content to pluck on the quiver as if the string of a lute. “On the contrary, everyone in the Kingdom knows I’m very, very pretty.” After a moment, he handed the impromptu instrument back. “Do you happen to have an E string?”

[littleredarcher]

“Forgive me, mate, but most wizards don’t have a wingspan.” Calliope felt her blood chill at the full sight of the beast, sat protectively over his stolen loot. She was a hero, and that was a dragon; tradition dictated that she would kill it and redistribute its treasure to the townsfolk...after her cut, of course.

“If you’re willing to fly off, I won’t have to kill you, but keep fighting...” She fired an arrow at one of his forelegs, aiming to injure but not maim or kill. It was a warning if anything.

( @littleredarcher​ encounters an enemy!)

What? This half-elf wasn’t convinced? 

“WHAT?? PULLING AN [Bows And Arrows] ON A POOR OLD [Yer A Wizard] IN HIS OWN [Tower]?? INHUMANE!! TERRIBLE!!”

The “Wizard” was not holding still. He was rearing up, wings spread wide, tail writhing and scattering plundered gold across the dirty cave floor. The craven wyrm would normally have fled, but greed motivated it more than anything and it would sooner die than surrender its ill-begotten hoard.

[littleredarcher]

❝ Everything is for keepsies if you’re sneaky about it. ❞

"I don't think you were being all that subtle when you grabbed my quiver. Now, unless you're prepared to face me in hand to hand, because it ain't gonna be pretty."

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❝ I’m good, amigo. The bleeding’s all internal. That’s where the blood is supposed to be.❞ from Kaneda

"Oh, no, that ain't good. C'mon, fella, let's get you to the healer's. Don't fuss too much, or you'll get hurt even worse."

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❝ I am but a simple, idiot wizard. ❞ Pay no heed to the pile of pillaged treasure he curls himself upon, or the cave he's claimed as his home. Or the smoke curling from his nostrils. Or the fact that he was winged and roughly thirty feet long.

"Suuuure you are, lovey. Now, Mr. Wizard, please hold still. This won't hurt a bit." She smiles to herself as she draws her bow and aims an arrow between the creature's eyes.

[littleredarcher]

((I am going to do my best and try to develop this muse because she’s one of my comfort oc’s and I miss her thotty shenanigans.

HOWEVER. I am not going to be hard on myself and won’t force myself to be here if I’m not feeling it because frankly I’m very easily overwhelmed. I’m gonna be...well, not normal about this, but definitely not hard on myself because fuck it, this is a tumblr roleplay and it’s not like my life will end if I don’t use a muse.))