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@ sols and eliot, i’m so sorry those replies took actual days!! some unexpected stuff came up IRL ;~;

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“I mean, didn’t realize it was standard protocol to make a entrance.”  She chuckles. “I can run through everything again, add some theatrics.”

Persephone stops herself. Be nice, asshole.

“Coda. Nice to meet you.” she pauses. “Didn’t have directional courts where I’m from. So I guess one member is better than none, you know?”

Almost reflexively, she brushes her arms, black claws scratching against metal.

“Oh, yeah. I just moved into town. It’s uh— a long story.” Persephone waves her hands. “Getting away from family, and an ex, and all of that. Anyways! Figured I should check in with local stuff. Don’t have any friends or whatever in town, so I don’t exactly have an ‘in’ to the Freehold. You wouldn’t happen to be willing to help a girl out, wouldja…?”

There's already a changeling in the internet cafe when Persephone walks in. Androgynous, translucent, pale as a ghost with flickers of static running over their skin from time to time, a crown of sparks on their head. Their mantle manifests as a fine layer of silica sand on the desk and floor around them. They're at a desk near a window, like a potted plant getting just a wee bit of sunlight.

Persephone stops in the entryway to the café, glancing around at the scene in front of her. “Alright, let’s get moving with this,” she mutters to herself. “Might as well get it out of the way.”

Taking a deep breath, she rolls up to them, stopping a foot or two away from their station. It’s a rather unceremonious way to introduce yourself, but whatever, it gets the job done. She’s a being of flesh and earth and metal alike. The face of a hyena, with a body constructed from armored plates— plant life peeks out from between the cracks in the tarnished metal, mugwort and milkweed. 

There’s some hesitation, staring awkwardly at the other changeling for a moment, but she starts anyways. “Hey, are you…?”  Pause. “I mean, hey. I’m Persephone, I’m new in town.”

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“What am I doing here, right now—” he gestures at the rooftops, “—or in general?”

And then he shrugs. “I dunno. Still trying to figure that out. Wanted to stick my nose in places it didn’t belong. See what I was missing out on, get a bird’s eye view of everything.”

He pulls a pocket knife out of his jacket, iridescent purples and blues catching the moonlight. It’s one of those rainbow ones. Oxford fidgets with it, absentmindedly opening it and folding it back up.

“How long’ve you been a wolf, kid? Hit you pretty young.”

It's late, on a weeknight, and the scent of teen wolf wafts along on the warm air and into Oxford's nose. No, seriously, there's an Uratha close by, a teenager. Maybe passing on the street below, or maybe looking for a quiet roof to sit on.

Just another night for him, really— the air is fresh (or, well, as fresh as it’s gonna get in this part of town) and everything is still. It’s quiet, peaceful, solitary. Not how he usually likes it, but it’s never a bad thing to clear your head once in a while. But Oxford pauses as he catches somebody else nearby. That’s new. He follows the scent, and it leads him to a girl. Almost definitely the youngest Uratha he’s met at this point. 

“Hey.” he cocks his head, giving her a look. “You got school tomorrow, kid? I’d say you shouldn’t be out alone this late, but… well, you know.”

Oxford waves his arms. You know. The wolf thing. It’s not like he can judge.

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“That’s a good question, actually.”

Oxford seems to shrug it off pretty well. He squats down next to her— not right next to her, he’s got the decency to give her some breathing room—  and looks down at the street below. Teenagers. Sure didn’t miss being one.

“Name’s Oxford. Is this your roof?”

It's late, on a weeknight, and the scent of teen wolf wafts along on the warm air and into Oxford's nose. No, seriously, there's an Uratha close by, a teenager. Maybe passing on the street below, or maybe looking for a quiet roof to sit on.

Just another night for him, really— the air is fresh (or, well, as fresh as it’s gonna get in this part of town) and everything is still. It’s quiet, peaceful, solitary. Not how he usually likes it, but it’s never a bad thing to clear your head once in a while. But Oxford pauses as he catches somebody else nearby. That’s new. He follows the scent, and it leads him to a girl. Almost definitely the youngest Uratha he’s met at this point. 

“Hey.” he cocks his head, giving her a look. “You got school tomorrow, kid? I’d say you shouldn’t be out alone this late, but… well, you know.”

Oxford waves his arms. You know. The wolf thing. It’s not like he can judge.

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There's already a changeling in the internet cafe when Persephone walks in. Androgynous, translucent, pale as a ghost with flickers of static running over their skin from time to time, a crown of sparks on their head. Their mantle manifests as a fine layer of silica sand on the desk and floor around them. They're at a desk near a window, like a potted plant getting just a wee bit of sunlight.

Persephone stops in the entryway to the café, glancing around at the scene in front of her. “Alright, let’s get moving with this,” she mutters to herself. “Might as well get it out of the way.”

Taking a deep breath, she rolls up to them, stopping a foot or two away from their station. It’s a rather unceremonious way to introduce yourself, but whatever, it gets the job done. She’s a being of flesh and earth and metal alike. The face of a hyena, with a body constructed from armored plates— plant life peeks out from between the cracks in the tarnished metal, mugwort and milkweed. 

There’s some hesitation, staring awkwardly at the other changeling for a moment, but she starts anyways. “Hey, are you…?”  Pause. “I mean, hey. I’m Persephone, I’m new in town.”

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It's late, on a weeknight, and the scent of teen wolf wafts along on the warm air and into Oxford's nose. No, seriously, there's an Uratha close by, a teenager. Maybe passing on the street below, or maybe looking for a quiet roof to sit on.

Just another night for him, really— the air is fresh (or, well, as fresh as it’s gonna get in this part of town) and everything is still. It’s quiet, peaceful, solitary. Not how he usually likes it, but it’s never a bad thing to clear your head once in a while. But Oxford pauses as he catches somebody else nearby. That’s new. He follows the scent, and it leads him to a girl. Almost definitely the youngest Uratha he’s met at this point. 

“Hey.” he cocks his head, giving her a look. “You got school tomorrow, kid? I’d say you shouldn’t be out alone this late, but… well, you know.”

Oxford waves his arms. You know. The wolf thing. It’s not like he can judge.

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OXFORD ANGER. 25. HE/HIM. WEREWOLF.

oxford... an ithaeur and a hunter in darkness. he’s got that keen eye for detail that the meninna need, and he’s no stranger to the city streets— and he knows that smooth-talking arrogance and cool knife tricks can do for you when you’re up against an amalgamated monstrosity of shards that can and will kick your ass if you give it the chance. (yeah, he’s gotten himself into trouble more than he’d like to admit.) but hey, he’s up for a bit of danger, if you’re up for a bit of danger.

he has his master’s degree in library science, and has recently started working for the local library. books are cool, accessible public resources are cool, helping out library patrons is cool. oxford is the bassist for an indie rock band, who can be heard playing at local dive bars every other weekend. his bandmates are his pack. he’s young, he’s reckless, and he loves staying out all night at the local bar scene. for being a pastel greaser bastard man, oxford has a soft spot for the local ecology, in addition to whatever deals he’s cut with the local spirit population. 

PERSEPHONE ALEGRÍA-MUÑOZ. 34. SHE/HER. CHANGELING.

persephone is one of the fairest— a hunterheart, if you want to get into specifics— and she doesn’t align with any of the courts. she's still friendly with the local lost community, and wants to get to know people— but when asked about her alignment, persephone says that she’s not interested and doesn’t want to commit one way or the other. it’s unclear how long she’s been back from arcadia, as she only just moved into town a couple days ago.

persephone works as a freelance web developer and videogame designer, generally working from home with her two cats. (speaking of games, persephone is a big dungeons and dragons fan, and enjoys being a dungeon master— she’s immediately going to scope out any local gaming shops). she hates being stuck inside for too long, and has been trying to check out her new surroundings as much as possible. pleasant to talk to but guarded under the surface, persephone possesses a dry sort of wit and a curious eye.

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introductions

i’m not 100% sure what i’m doing, but i also think this is the best way to kick off this blog, since i don’t really know anybody here! 

so, howdy! my name is lex and i use they/them pronouns. on discord, i’m gristlegrinder#2822. my favorite gameline is demon: the descent, but i love all of my monster children dearly. it’s been literal years since i’ve done tumblr RP, but i’m excited to be back in the swing of things!

as a warning— this will be a multi-muse blog! i prefer having all of my RP content centered in one place; i don’t do well with sideblogs. individual characters and their relevant posts will be tagged, to make character-specific content easier to find, and so people can blacklist things! right now, i’ve only got two characters set up for this blog. i don’t have proper profile pages drafted for them yet, because i’m still hashing out the final bits, but i’ll  make another post in a moment with details.

if you need to reach me elsewhere, feel free to poke me on discord! i'm totally cool with DMs and friend requests, as long as you let me know who you are! if i’m not responding to anything on this blog, you can also harass my main blog, @gristlegrinder . that’s the account connected to my mobile tumblr app, so i check its notifications more.

i’m looking forward to meeting everybody! ( > u o )/) 

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