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new theme. old babe. welcome me back by liking this for a starter? 

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          generous had not been the word that flounders in a mind of a wandering thief, a traveler of time so devout that mere sentences couldst not string together the slandering  of a mind met with such reprisal. pompous and put on airs had been the worst of things to deal with, a carnivorous tendency balking in the face of no man.  she is much the same ; a swell of pride surfacing if only by self-import. her wrist twists again, half-hearted and merely a warning now.

          she studies him for a half moment, between the vexing anger that pulsates in her veins. royal nose, slick oil tresses, and a dangerous mouth made for whipping verbiage. the fingers that grip her are cold, damp, and clammy like they had been submerged in water. no, bred in it  -- a trench rot of strength and she finds herself admiring that she can feel the faintest beat of a pulse in his hold. lips turn upward and shoulders roll back. in another situation, she may have thought of him as handsome ( perhaps it's why she marked him in the first place that or the evidently rich taste in attire ) but no amount of attraction would even satiate the ire boiling over at the gentle pinpricks rising in her in fingers.  

                   ❛ most people keep things in obvious places,                    ya know. ain't such a shame to wonder otherwise.                    figured ya some casual bloke. didn't know i was                     gettin' someone so special. ❜

     a grunt mewls in the back of her throat with one final tug. this won't end well ; never does.

                   ❛ now are ya gonna let me go or are ya just                     fancy holdin' my hand? cause all ya gotta                     do is ask if you wanna.  ❜

“ the fact that that’s all i’ve done is pretty generous of me, i’d say. ”

for people in this city —- particularly, people like him —— were about as kind to pickpockets and petty thieves as they were tolerant of them. need- less to say, then, there were some that would have given her far more than a slap on the wrist and a wise remark, and all before she had even the chance to blink. he could’ve done the same, probably, if he cared to — but that was just it. he didn’t; not quite, and in spite of the fact that he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the situation.

maybe it was the pretty face.

“ but if you really thought i’d keep my money in a place as obvious and open as that, on a crowded street like this  ——— well, you must not be as good a thief as you thought. ”

as good, as smart; they were one and the same, as far as he was concerned. his grip loosens, but he doesn’t release her wrist —— not quite, anyway.

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                    ❛              so, no else is bothered by the talkin'                     skeleton head then yeah? great. just me then. ❜

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[ gaudy bloke ]:

« If you need money to have a good time, darlin’, you’re not really livin’. »

                   He crosses his arms and shifts his weight

                   to his right side, chuckling low in his throat.

                   She’s a feisty one—he’d never seen her around

                   here, but then again people come and go like

                   clockwork. It’s not wise to stay in one place if

                   you’re into skeezy shit.  

« I get around just fine—got a friend here, Fred Lou, if you know him.

                                      I do work for him from time to time. »

                                                         He kept quiet about Fred’s… infatuation.

                         ❛ i know more about livin' then you'll ever know.                          don't mean i can't like money. ❜

          she makes an idle habit of hoping between places. by the time that someone knows her name, she's already over stayed her welcome and these past few places she's more or less feel upon had been nothing like the shores she once called home. her tongue clucks against the hollow of her cheek, eying him with piqued interest. the title didn't ring a bell and the petite thief found it hard to believe that anyone would call the ginger tressed man before her a friend ( the same applied for her much the same ) .

          there's a sickly resounding pop to her spine as she stretches, a muted purr humming in the back of a scratchy throat. perhaps he's the most interesting thing that's happened all day to her -- a stranger in a strange land, how apt and cliché but if he does know his way around... That's another matter entirely.

                          ❛ i ain't the type to get to know people. so no,                           i don't know him. and work? ya don't look like                           the right and honor sort, if ya don't mind me sayin'                           so. care to tell a pretty face what yer up to? cause i                           ain't opposed to makin' coin.  ❜

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[ gaudy bloke ]:

« Jokes on you, darlin’—I’m broke as shit. »

                   A tiny lie. Lips quirk up in a smirk and he raises

                   an eyebrow, dark eyes flickering with mirrored

                   mischief. Oh, this would be a blast.

                                                      Jim’d be pissed in the morning, though.

                         ❛ and i thought i was gonna 'ave a good night.                          ain't no matter really. wouldn't probably want anything                          you'd have ta offer. ❜

          he's bluffing ; she can tell, and at least for a sparse moment does the desire to call him out on it rises. instead, she swallows and shrugs lithe shoulders, lips pouting in false disappointment. if he's anything like her, it's the roguish charm he survives off of -- the desolate wanderings of an individual hardly vexed by a moral compass. it gives the pilferess something to delight over.

                         ❛ so if yer broke, how you planning on gettin' around?                           people don't really do favors in these parts. ❜

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                         ❛ gets me far 'nough. especially with blokes like you                           who are too busy watching shelias instead of yer wallets. ❜

         a gentle snigger passes over carmine tinted tiers, cheeks dimply in a wry grin whilst eyes of oceanic hold glitter in impish delight. she hadn't lifted anything from him -- yet. but the night remained young and her amusement steadfast. 

« A pretty face only gets you so far, y’know.  »

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stxrwind

                         ❛ and 'ere i didn't think men dressed that gaudy.                          ya need something or are ya just gawkin'? ❜

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[ lowxnherz ] :

annie remains planted, feet parted in typical military fashion. her spine is straight; posture stalwart and immovable. a marble relief of a petite girl with an intimidating aura. hands clasp behind her back—a gesture of authority.

            ❝ —there is something for us to talk                  about if you’re interested in earning                money legally. i can understand if                you prefer picking pockets, though. ❞

          noble bearings and intentions never suit a weasel by nature, constant curiosity and the idea of authority something of a vexing ponder. she looks her over again, this girl of military station and splendor, a scoff hanging over her lips. legally? she didn't know the meaning of the word  ( well, realistically she did but it appears a more comical venture otherwise ) .  shoulders shrug beneath the weight of her crimson coat, timbre a noncommittal hum,

                         ❝             now why would i want to go and do that?                           but i'll hear ya out. considering yer in my way n' all.  ❞

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          illicit and reviled is the tone that pours beneath a layer of saccharine notice, giving pause to an already barbaric twinge of behavior. she knows ( all too well ) the sound that raucous hymn makes and an intake of sharp breath is all she gives in mockery of a plight possibly deserved. the aura emanating from the obsidian strange purrs of power, coiling better senses in a drunk station of wariness. a devourer of time fears not, though logic ultimately demands her pay quarter to guards and bindings alike.

          he is not to be trifled with,                     but since when did she ever care about that? 

                         ❛ maybe ya shoulda thought of that before                          ya got yerself caught. bit o'shame in that.                            you really need that many guards? h u h . ❜

▒█ ℒ             ;;

                                                                           ❝ pardon me, ❞                                       ❝ I find it difficult to navigate when                                       chained  & escorted by guards.❞

                           chains  ( r a t t l e )  in disparaging chorus to his words,     hands                            splaying in a gesture of faux innocence.           he’d lesson her in                             manners in better ways than sarcasm if he could, but he’d prefer                            an absence of dramatics at the moment,         encircled as he is.

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Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. (not often) 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

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[ bakusaijin ] :

   Throughout the entire duration of this ( seemingly ) meaningless   encounter, a solitary, yet silent, revelation is revealed; admittedly,   various speculations & conjectures regarding the blonde had, indeed,   revolved around the sole thought that she had this intent of harm —   which, had simply been created the moment he analyzed her form.   Truthfully, he too had fallen victim to similar presumptions in the past   — had it not been used so often on him, perhaps the matter would   have differed, & his attitude would have chosen a different route.   However, even with said revelation, there’s naught to be done about   what’s been done.

   Instead, strict surveillance is terminated, & he decided to watch his   furry companion interact with a fellow human being. & though he had   felt a bit guilt — would he have manifest a sliver of such nonsense?   N e v e r . Another little fragment of him that’s ( unfortunately ) been   shunned while the other’s back is turned; how despicable was his    damned pride: stifling apologies, & adjusting his attitude.

   She speaks once more, & in a tone that Repede had taken kindly   to — surprisingly. Well, the dog had exquisite taste in women — after   all, he showed Judith the same amount of kindness during their first   encounter, too. Another cant of the violaceous crown, & articulations   are emitted in a softer tone, none too belligerent & vile.

      ” You’re lucky, he doesn’t normally just let people          pet him like that. “

   A smile is so gracefully drawn ’pon masculine features.

      ” Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m sure he forgives you. But …         Are you alright? Those injuries look a little nasty, &         there’s an inn nearby; maybe you should give it some         time to heal … “

—☆❯❜

                    l u c k y ? lucky did not begin to describe how effortless fortune surrounded an aura blackened by the events of blue flame and panther whiskers. certainly being described as such had become commonplace amongst the ranks of previous thoughts and prior companions, thusly earning her keep amongst others. yet only through minor humor did one find relief at the poor definition of grace and fate. the fur beneath her fingers is short and clipped, properly groomed and well washed -- unintentional or not, the love of a beast had clearly been the most evident from the owner. full lips crease a smile again, pleased at the acceptance of palm and fingers upon a canine crown with a delightful hum and gentle eyes.  

                 scratching behind an ear, gently albeit her hand might stray too roughly and then this kindness becomes all for naught, ultramarine hues regard the harshly spoken man once more. chuckling, tanned shoulders speckled with freckles shrug, 

                        ❛ i think a handsome fella like this knows when the gettin's good.                                                                                       ah?  ❜

                  he breaks a train of thought, reeling her back into the matter at hand the blood oozing over kneecaps and calves now. she had always been a bit of a bleeder -- strong heart and decent pressure resounding in her muscles, but the spill early nary tarnished any pain along a dainty figure. giving one last pat to dog, she stretches backward, wincing at tug of a minor wound congealing. 

                        ❛             i'm sure i'll be fine. jus' a scratch really.                         might wanna clean it, can't stay dirt is necessarily                          good for any healin. so, where's this inn yer talkin about?❜

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                        ❛ then there ain't much for us to talk about. ya mind? yer in my way. ❜

          the contrast is evident between the pair. of charcoal burden and glacial rapport they are born and nary so different did those casting themselves in gilded wavering did exist. tempests by their own right, one a tsunami and the other a hurricane -- both breeding from monstrosities, though that is only a sense she finds, but vastly different in their destruction. she chides with no care, hopping off a perch of boxes and crates unto the dirt before strutting close. once she had said it already, the girl decorated in military garb standing stalwart before, now readily in the path she wishes to tread. what misfortune.

                         ❛ unless ya feel like makin' this into an issue. ❜

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          swift design aids her naught in the wandering mention of fingers delving into pockets and purses alike. for once, failure seems upon her in what strikes as ill fashion -- the streak of luck far too long and run out. it stood to reason that someone in this place wouldst take it upon themselves to render her innate ability useless. truly, she had hoped, it would have been someone who looked like a rat. 

          a snarl breeches over plump tiers, a useless tug of arm in a grip constricting of steel will. her response to him is candid, unfettered despite the darkened expression linger over a tanned and youthful visage. 

                         ❛ must be havin' an off day then. ya mind a bit? gettin' a                          bit tingling in my wrist here. figure if yer were gonna be a                          man about this ya wouldn't have just stopped to hold my hand.  ❜

“ nice try, sweetheart — ”

but her attempt to lift whatever coin she could from the pocket nearest her was in vain; for she is quite nimble, but he is even moreso. thus, the wrist of the girl’s obtrusive hand is caught in midair, and with relative ease. his grip is that of iron — not with the intention of causing harm, but rather, constraining.

“ you weren’t nearly as quick about it as you should’ve been, though. shame. ”

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[ bratty father ]:

      And there, peaked atop handsome visage sit burnished brows, mouth agape as if having been stunned and personally afronted by that of which she spake. None diverted from the topic at hand to debating his shortcomings, he seeks to make his greivances and sentiments alike known. Wicked hackles and Dragon’s scales had been raised on behalf of she whom he considered kin, though be it not by blood, it were still a bond evident and such it was to bring Dragon’s claws to bear on her behalf. Even if it was for a cause that would be better left to settle on its own, as he’s no doubt that she’s the sense to allow it to happen with every intention of letting the arrangement burn around the target’s ankles. A thought which nigh brings a cackle to surface.

        ‵ His nose was crooked. It was practically begging t’be set straight. ′

      A meagre defense none-too contrived (not so) of mischievous tone, inflected by a sincerity that can only be described as suitably flustered. Well-humoured are his intentions, just as much a return gibe as hers had been to him.

                    ❛ ain't ya just generous then. how kind. ❜

          sarcasm weeps from a voice normally soft tinged with harsh brevity and curdle.  arguing on stance and purpose with a fool who so cherishingly placed a boon upon gilded tresses seemed a lofty cry from normality, yet to what end did they see this as common? bickering for things that eventually became null -- he should think the better of her and perhaps he does. knowing she's gong to leave the boy ashamed and without pride merely by dialogue exchanged, there should be exultation.

          tawny shoulders peek up and down in a shrug, lazy by nature while bones crack. brushing past him, she sighs, catching her shoulder against his bicep in an offending brush, near push. it's a display of haughty dominance that first got her invited into what he called his clan -- that and not so subtly lifting his purse, though none of that happened this time.

                     ❛ just promise me ya ain't gonna ruin my time? i aim to                      have fun tonight and ya seem to be real good at makin' a scene. ❜

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friendly reminder that my muse is a time traveling clone of a deceased princess and it thusly related to the time devourer by proxy. she doesn't know it yet, but she can ruin you (◡‿◡✿)