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Blog Is Dead
it’s about time I make this update but yes
this RP blog is dead. I’ve been trying to kick this dead horse for too long I think, and as such am content to leave the nag to rest
I’ll be leaving everything here (for old time’s sake). but if you want to keep up-to-date with myself (the mun), shimmy on over to @limey-blue-arty-do, where you can see more of my art work plus development on my webcomic (if I have time lol)
thanks for the memories, the time, and the writing. it was hella fun
mischief. gotta make sure we can tell before limey starts an adventure :D
Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally
There are wide grins everywhere. And not the good kind either - these grins basically scream of cheekiness and sudden unexpected action. Impatient foot shuffling finishes the deal. If Limey has mischief planned, she wants to do it ASAP before the idea is lost or the perfect situation passes her by.
Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.
Indifference
Anxiety
Frustration
Excitement
Impatience
Boredom
Sorrow
Confusion
Lust
Disgust
Exhaustion
Panic
Fright
Enthusiasm
Mischief
…Or any other you can think of!
There was a thud from outside, like something big had hit the ground. Very big, actually.
Draco jumped violently before whirling to face the window, wand held out in his hand, face pale. “Who’s there?”
The head-pat was kind and it relaxed her, her back arching a little like a pleased cat. “I know it will take time”, she said, words soft as she took his hand and squeezed it. “I just don’t want to force you to go too quickly.”
Folding her arms, she took a seat on a log and nodded. “That is it, yes. If you wish, I can help and carve you some hooks?”
Relaxing at her acceptance of his apology, Draco smiled softly and shrugged. “I grew up too fast anyway, like nearly everyone of my generation so this is just another thing, really. This is survival too, and I’m doing it for my mother too.”
“Uh. Yeah - just to show me how to do it properly, if that’s okay?” He compromised with a nod as he began copying her earlier movements, muttering away to himself under his breath.
From her seat on the log, Limey helped guide Draco through the series of knots and the set-up of the snare. She felt it better to let him get a feel of the manoeuvre instead of going over and doing it for him. So she would talk him through gently, criticise when a knot when wrong, and continue to talk him back into making the correct knot.
Once the second snare had been set, she hopped to her feet and clapped her hands. “Good work! If we leave this for a day then hopefully tomorrow we’ll have a rabbit catch.”
Starter for @a-london-dragon.
The backstreets of Chicago were blissfully empty under the light of the full moon- the only disturbance in the night was the occasional car passing by in the open streets. That was, until gunfire shattered the peace and frantic footsteps thundered down the tight spaces. Bricks were crumbled to dust from bullets upon impact, narrowly missing a certain blonde mercenary who clung to the shadows like a second skin.
“This isn’t going as well as I planned…”
Not some distance away, a kebab truck was serving it’s last customer of the night (granted, the man running the truck didn’t know it until he heard the gunfire). As tatty notes and handfuls of pennies were exchanged for greasy meat and chips, the shock of sound tore through the night.
Both individuals stopped. The kebab man began to stammer out a farewell, gathering up his payment, and shut down the truck as quickly as he could. His customer kept a deadpan expression. Then, closing the box that held her food, she turned and started walking in the direction of the loud noises. It was a good thing the man had looked away otherwise he would’ve seen a pair of leathery wings unfurl from her back and the halfa take to the air. She powered her way up to a rooftop, then to another, and another.
“There’s always something interesting going on”, Limey mumbled as she tilted her head, listening for the gunfire and rapid footsteps. And she continued her roof-hopping, following the sounds of the fight.
There was a thud from outside, like something big had hit the ground. Very big, actually.
Draco jumped violently before whirling to face the window, wand held out in his hand, face pale. “Who’s there?”
The pointed glare was well noted, and she felt a jolt of guilt through her stomach. So the look she returned was a mixture of apology and an embarrassed shrug. But then again, there was little she could do about it - she was mostly just rattling off what she knew.
Finishing off the snare, she smiled gently up at Draco. “You feel like giving this a go yourself? There’s plenty other trees that you can use around the area.”
Draco saw the look and the gesture and he felt guilt flood through him and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Murmuring a soft apology, he reached out to distract her by placing his palm on her head and gently rubbing. “It’ll take some time getting used to this, but I really appreciate everything that you’re doing, Limey. You’re an amazing friend.”
Then, he stepped back and conjured more ropes, puffing his chest out as he took a deep breath. “Alright…do I just do exactly what you did before? Find a suitable spot and then just…put it all together?”
The head-pat was kind and it relaxed her, her back arching a little like a pleased cat. “I know it will take time”, she said, words soft as she took his hand and squeezed it. “I just don’t want to force you to go too quickly.”
Folding her arms, she took a seat on a log and nodded. “That is it, yes. If you wish, I can help and carve you some hooks?”
"Be quiet!"
Tonbo turned, eyebrows drawn together and the corner of his pale lip ticking up into a sneer. His expression softened when he saw her. sneer turning into a confused frown, but he still looked mildly peeved at being yelled at. “Excuse me?”
Tonbo watched with interest as she shifted, a small smile gracing his lips as it happened. No matter how many times he saw something like this, he always watched on in awe. It was still amazing.
He deflated slightly as she asked, hand raising up and rubbing at the back of his head, small hand carding through his head carefully. He glanced away, sniffing for a second before his eyes turned back. “Well. It’s a… pretty long story. Uh-”
He sighed as he spoke, voice melancholy. “So like, kinda a full childhood thing?” Tonbo shrugged. “Kidnapped way before I could ever remember. Spent a hell of a long time in a big ‘ol lab, with a whole bunch of people like… me?” He snorted, leaning further back into the couch and resting his arms on the back of his musty seat. “Well, kinda. I’m the only surviving prototype of this model of cybernetics, something something bloodstream. They got shut down a good while ago, and all the people there either died ‘cause of the head scientists ‘protocols’ or went to work for the dudes who shut it down. I managed to escape. ” The boy shuddered at the words, tilting his head.
“Long story short, most of the company is dead and not much is left of it other than me and a few others. I got out at… 16, I think. I’m around 23 right now.”
“….Shit.”
She sat back, a dour look on her face, and stared at her feet. Bloody body messing scientists and their labs, she wasn’t surprised those lot had a hand in what Tonbo described.
“I, uh….I get where you’re coming from”, she replied, settling herself down on the couch with Tonbo. “Had a couple of scientists poking around my head and body, tried to find what made it tick, how well it healed. Didn’t go too well for anyone in the end.” Cutting her words short, she sighed and shook her head. “Shit though, that must’ve really sucked. At least you’re out though, you and your mates.”
Her movements were jerky, unsure, but slowly she put aside the bag of jerky and carefully wrapped her arms around Tonbo’s shoulders in a gentle (if awkward) hug. Her scales wouldn’t rub thankfully.