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[inkysdrones]

*Pain. That's all she felt as blows hit her from all sides, making the 8 feet tall Predator Drone curl up in a fetal position. Jeers echoed in their auditory sensors as it's oil tainted the sparkly white ground with inky black. Go figure, it lets it's guard down and got ambused by a gang of 5 tough Worker Drones. Her optics were shut, digital tears going down her visor. If only she could scream for help. Would anyone arrive to this sad scene? *

( @thehunt-ison )

Scelene was just out walking when she heard the commotion, before her curiosity got the better of her. She decided to check it out only to watch the scene in front of her play out. Oh hell no. No way was she going to stand for this. "Oie! You better fuck off before I make you fuck off." Scelene bared her fangs at the other Worker Drones. "Pick on someone your own size assholes." The snarl turned to a smirk. "I'd be more than willing to take you all on." The smirk turned into a manic smile as the pink demonic drone tilted her head, walking over.

Whether the other drones would flee, or fight, didn't matter to Scelene. Even if they did decide to fight, she had taken on a larger group before with ease. Maybe it was the way she easily made herself as unnerving as possible, or the fact that this smaller drone was willing to take on this many others but whatever the case, the other workers clearly didn't want to deal with this nutcase, and quickly scattered.

Once the others left Scelene scoffed and walked over to the cowering predator drone. "Hey." She tilted her head looking them over. "They're gone.. Why didn't you just.. Stick up for yourself?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest, clearly unimpressed.

@thehunt-ison

[wholelottamuses]

@rennisaturate

Richard let out a sigh as he laid down next to Aasayiah.

“You know I used to have exactly what you’re talking about. It was like we were on the same wavelength. I mean attached at the hip. We could read each other’s thoughts by just looking at one another, and then shit all fell apart.” Richard cozied up to her and gave her a light hip bump as he did.

“It’s odd how things turn out truthfully. You think oh my life is heading in this direction and then it takes a u turn and decides to go the other way. Normally I’d keep my mouth shut and just respond with a ‘You seem to be that person’ response but I can’t keep my mask up around you. Which might save both of us some hassle in the end. Though I will admit you HAVE turned into that person that I’m comfortable around.”

[morganaux]

@rose-from-ashes (Continued from here!)

Heart skipping a beat as he heard footsteps approaching from the hallway, Morganaux closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath as he tried to calm himself. There had been plenty of times when he had dealt with potential suitors on his rare visits home, but never had he been faced with such a serious arrangement before. He had tried to think nothing of it in the days that led up to this meeting. He had spent little time dwelling upon this mystery man and what his intentions might have been, planning to playfully dismiss him like all the others who had once tried to win his heart, but in that moment, he wasn't sure what he felt.

Before his visitor set foot into the sunroom, he did what he always did whenever his anger, his sorrow, his fears began to slip out from beneath the surface— and with a gentle fwoosh of aether, he wove a glamoured smile on his face. By the time ser Forgettable de Durendaire stepped into the doorway, Morganaux was the very picture of serenity, leisurely popping a macaron into his mouth as he looked the man over from head to toe.

"That would be me," he answered, gaze locking onto the bouquet the other held. Curiosity, light, and friendly intentions was the meaning the man had intended to convey, from the looks of it. Either that, or he had simply gotten lucky with the flowers he chose and just so happened to put together a somewhat thoughtful-sounding meaning with it. But then again, most of the men who brought him flowers without care for their meaning would have chosen the simple route of bringing red roses. The message that the bouquet conveyed was far too fitting to be a matter of coincidence, and the choice of flowers far too unique, and so, Morganaux supposed he would give this man a chance instead of outright dismissing him.

Eyelashes fluttering, he lifted up a hand to beckon the other over, though he made no move to make room for Emelian to sit beside him. There were many subtle ways he could judge a man's character before they revealed their true colors, and this would be one of a few tricks he had learned to test the waters. Would he be a gentleman and ask to sit with him, or would he push his skirt out of the way and make room? Or, Halone forbid, would he be oafish enough to sit down on his skirt, crushing his favorite petticoat in the process?

"'Tis a pleasure to finally meet you, Emelian," Morganaux greeted, reaching up to adjust the hairpin— a cluster of peach blossoms— that adorned his head. "It seems I might be in the presence of another fluent in the language of flowers. Tell me, what sort of flower am I wearing, and what meaning have you gathered from it?"

[fell-down-the-well]

..Replying from Here..

. 「 @arrachnes 」

She always had, had the knack to see things for what they actually were. Mostly. She was still young as yet, so, her knack was far from perfected. But she could see it where it counted. And she saw it clearly with the spider hanyou. Her gingerbread-colored eyes pierced through him seeing it all splayed out like a buffet, and it was made even more clear to her with his defensive response to her observation.

The girl pursed her lips a bit as he fought with his answer, and turned down slightly when he gave it.

❝Not at this moment -no, but had you stopped lying earlier--yes. I do believe it would have changed quite a bit. Perhaps you wouldn't be so alone as you are now, grasping for a sense of completeness, of happiness that'll never come now. Instead, presently you are simply the Shikon no Tama's puppet...And I don't think that is what you wanted.❞

Unrelenting, she cut right through his BS, to the meat of it. His attempt to change the subject derailing as she brought his response right back in on the fact that he'd been lying, and what that lie had apparently cost him. And this was without even bothering to mention what had initially made him into what he was.

[hashira-of-butterflies]

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[inkysdrones]

Ssara watched the others movements, her own head tilting slightly. Was it normal for teammates to give nicknames? The behavior of the other was also odd, but.. Endearing? Ssara couldn't place it, but it wasn't that much of an issue. Oh well. Ssara watched as the other took a moment to think, grabbing at her own tangle of cords.

Ssara took a moment while 'Tess' thought of an idea, attempting to assess the knowledge of where she woke up last. It was... by some building... over- Her thoughts were interrupted as 'Tess' spoke up again, and she chuckled lightly at the 'brainblast' comment. The sound was short and went away fairly quickly, her emotions now shifting over towards curiosity as she watched the tendrils snake towards her.

Of all the things Ssara was expecting, being hoisted up was not on that list. This action elicited a small meep from the broken drone, as the tendrils around her midsection hoisted her up. Her wires moved instinctually, pulling close to her chest along with her good arm. Indeed the broken drone was light, much lighter than some other drones would be. Probably from missing a good portion of parts.

"Ah yes uh.." Ssara tried to figure out how to word it next. "Mm.. I suppose.. it's might be because.. ya know.." She wiggled her camera at the rest of her tangle of cords for emphasis. Should she also mention the lack of arsenal that most disassembly drones could access? No. Probably now was not a good time.

"No n-nicknames? Your old team sounds boring then."

The amalgamation gave a thumbs down motion while her tongue stuck out a little to emphasize this, quickly returning to the original mission at hand: Data retrieval! A lack of wings was a huge issue though, especially since it would mean more lost time and more variables between 'Tess' and what she wanted. And thus, an idea began to form...

"Hmm... I wonder... Ooooooohh, brainblast-"

TessCyn's three tendrils quickly darted towards Ssara as she got onto all fours, wrapping around the abandoned drone's midsection before playfully lifting her into the air. A giggle played as the other shook Ssara around a little bit while pulling her just above TessCyn's form.

"You are much lighter than expected."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Dark worlds of the mirrors||

Reserved rp with @the-archetype-of-civilization

The world has changed but it was not always like that. Only due to the grand mirrors that is all over the city. People are either in hiding, some are being hunted down, or some being taken away into another world. However, it seems this world was just another mess. Right now, near a mirror, one was close holding a gun but he was seeing things before moving along.

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Trade Negotiations

Vior’va huffed as she stepped off her ship’s ramp, the dense and humid atmosphere of this planet hitting her like a slap across the face. The Gue’la were certainly extremely adaptive as far as predominant species and races in the galaxy went, but the fact that they actively chose to live on such uncomfortable and—in some cases—inhospitable planets…she didn’t know whether to consider it a mark of awe or foolishness, and she doubted they could explain it to her if she asked.

It briefly made her question the wisdom of those who had sent her—though, not enough to dissuade her from continuing forward. After all, she had been the one chosen for this mission, to deliver the peace accords and broker a potential alliance and trade agreement with this sect of the Imperium of Man. She had been chosen for her talents and skills of persuasion, and she would not fail her people when they needed her. She would return with success.

Success, and more than a bit of sweat, she noted as he fanned herself and panted softly.

[i-am-a-fish]

i have a headache can someone please give me an ibuprofen

[inkysdrones]

(( Continued from here @thehunt-ison )) An eyebrow appeared on Scelene's visor as it raised, the smaller drone looking at the taller one in disbelief. "Seriously? That's it? Robo-christ you got to get out and do more." He hopped off where he was sitting before dusting off his top. "Well c'mon then. Lets go try some things out. Can't be boring all the time." Scelene smirked at the other as he started to walk, motioning for the other to follow.

[ceoofsentries]

Just....someone to talk to? I guess...?

I really hope ya don't mind.

Telamon! Hey, man! I was just passing by....uhhh...

[ This man hasn't gotten a wink of sleep.]

(@ceoofsentries, hiiiiii i'm new!! hope you don't mind the interaction! i'm super nervous and i think your telamon is cool >_<)

yes yes hi ouhhh my god thank you

" Yes, Builderman, ‘uhh’ was expected...do you need something again. "

insomniac bitches except theyre all admins

[morganaux]

@rose-from-ashes

Rare were the times when the Troian court entertained guests from other lands, and even rarer were the times that Mephisto would be permitted to meet with them. Today would not be one of those elusive occasions that the prince had longed for, but even if the queen and her epopts forbade him from meeting with their visitor for fear that the matters they were to discuss were far too heavy for his young, innocent mind, he would find a way.

He would, for he was no child, and would no longer stand to be seen that way. If he were to one day rule this kingdom, he could no longer be ignorant to its affairs, no matter what anyone said otherwise.

It had only taken a simple sleeping spell— a little trick he had learned from a book he had stolen from one of his physickers a few months ago— to allow him a moment to slip away from his evening history lessons undetected. From there, all he needed to do was act natural and walk as though he was meant to wherever he was, and most importantly, pray that he would not cross paths with his dearest, doting mother.

Fate was on his side that day, it seemed, as Mephisto would arrive in the guest wing without incident, albeit with aching legs from traveling from one end of the castle to the other. Using his magicks to lull the guard stationed there to sleep just long enough for him to go about his business, the prince hastily poked his head into each of the guest rooms, looking for one that looked fit for a visiting royal to rest their head. And once he had found the room he was looking for, he closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, pointed ears giving a nervous twitch as he crawled under the bed.

And now, he would wait.

[lt-doberman]

A note was found on the floor of the holding cell.

…

You’re lucky I managed to reduce the charges to a couple thousand dollars and a few months, including parole. Any other person would have you let you rot here for 9 years.

Finley Lucero

Head File and Document Manager of Gotham City Police Department’s Case Management.

“Cops aren’t corruptible my arse. Well, I’ll still have to call the admiral but… it’s nice to have blackmail ‘n me."

Documenting his own highly illegal actions was cute. A very nice gift for Daire saving his life. People searching for gifts for his birthday should take note!

…

God his handwriting was fancy.

———

Finn was being watched.

He lived in Gotham long enough to know when he’d acquired the occasional stalker. Comes with the territory of his job.

Never could have five minutes of peace could he?

As the archivist reached for his key he heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind him. Shit - he usually noticed that sort of thing much sooner, where was his gun—

"Shh, don’t scream. Hurts my ears."

Doberman.

A hand briefly covered his mouth, letting the other smell the sulphuric coat left from active gunfire. Daire was out hunting in Gotham again. Seems the slap on the wrist didn’t keep him away for long.

But perhaps that was his fault for rewarding bad behaviour.

"Miss me?"

(@f1nns-archival-survival )

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Ooc: if you ever wanted a summary of current events

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Dark twins: rebirth||

@the-archetype-of-civilization

The sound of beeping was heard in a sealed off room, a lower light seen as well showing someone resting on a table like bed. They seem to have been put to sleep for a while now but someone else was watching over them during this time. Given the situation of being locked down here. For now, the other named Hanoka remains guarding but hopes the other wakes up soon.

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: The Way of the Desert

[Non-Con, Monsters Preferred but not Necessary]

Zelda let out a soft huff as the desert heat baked down on her. She’d known the Gerudo Desert was bordering on inhospitable, but she’d underestimated just how relentless the scorching heat would be—thank goodness Urbosa had gifted her a set of Gerudo Vai clothes! The light and breathable fabric alone made the trek so much easier…even if it did leave her feeling horribly exposed.

She reached back and adjusted the straps for silk loincloth she wore, hoping to cover herself a bit more, and quickened her pace—the sooner she arrived at Gerudo Town, the sooner she could change back into her usual attire and relax for a bit until her meeting with the Gerudo chief. She did remember Urbosa mentioning a spa last time—after this trek, she deserved a trip.

That is, if she could make it to the town safely…