Artillery

Affiliated Roleplay Blog for Seven from No Guns Life. Not Indie Friendly!!

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phantomgreyghost‌

Trained instinct wouldn’t be able to lie, there’s no doubt someone has been watching her for a while but for what purpose? Leering at the odd-looking-guy, she arches an eyebrow as if demanding an explanation.

❝ What? ❞

Oh no. Oh no, oh geez. Oh no. Maybe staring wasn’t the best idea, he just observed silently. Was it because his head’s an actual gun? People seemed to be nervous when a gun is pointed at them. He turned his head a bit, looking further down and pulling his hood further down over his face.

“S-sorry... I was looking at-- um. At your hat. sorry.”

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fightforanswers‌

“Thank you, friend!” 

He’s aware that his unorthodox way of emoting draws attention, but for some reason people don’t usually comment on it. “You are cute, too! Are you a robot like me?”

Friend? But he just met him...

“Ah, no I’m an extend an... Over-extend. I’m a person under all this.... I think.” Was he now? But being called cute? Never has that happened before. His jaw moved just a little bit, processing that thought. He’d be smiling if he could.

“Thank you.” Oh shy was he? Hah. “I wish I had a little screen like that. I can um.. Smile with this face. Or frown. Or anything to be honest.”

[bilboswwaggins]

Tea time!

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@baddestdangerboy​  ♡

“Oh... Did that hurt?”

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@phantomgreyghost​  ♡

Just for awhile, he watched the girl with the weird looking hat on his side of the sparse crowd.

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@fightforanswers​  ♡

“Oh! ... That’s cute.” He meant the screen with the smiley face on it.

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Uuuuhhhhh Starter call capping at hmmmm 3? My two cast mates exempt (nerds)

They’ll be one liners since I lack sanity at 6 muses and don’t wanna overwhelm myself. They don’t have to stay oneliners it’s just to help me get stuff out.

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gempathic‌

“What? No, Dude, this is your place too! You’re gonna love living with me. We can have slumber parties every night!”

“Slumber parties? Parties have people. I’m uh.. I’m not good with parties. You’re welcome to have them I mean! I’ll won’t bother you when you’re having them though, I’ll try to be as quiet as I physically can.” Which is surprisingly a lot.

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@melanconici​  ♡

For someone so big, Seven still had that bad habit of sneaking up on people. It’s darker, he preferred night, to most at a distance he’s just a big guy in a coat and it soothed over his anxiety enough that he could walk around freely. Even with the knowledge that most people didn’t care how he looked, it’s simply ingrained just to stay out of sight. People were just mean and he had to be prepared for that. (He usually wasn’t. Not without Pepper here.)

And maybe he should pay attention instead of knocking into someone, maybe he shouldn’t think while he wandered. Ah... He wasn’t the best to be thinking and over thinking and re-thinking....

“Ah... Ah I’m. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. You’re wearing black and it’s dark out and I’m sorry.” Oh god he’s gonna cry isn’t he?

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techmaturgically‌

❧ @artiillery !!!

Over the course of her time in the city, Orianna has made several meaningful connections with others. The island is populated by so many, and the young lady tries to be kind to everyone she encounters. When they move on, she sometimes finds herself thinking of them, and hopes her well-wishes are strong enough to reach other worlds.

Seven is from the other place, before everyone was transported here. He’d gone back home before the departure. To spot his head and heavy red cloak above the foot traffic on the boardwalk of the Golden Ward is a very pleasant surprise.

Orianna’s face breaks into a smile, and she jogs a little bit to catch up to him. The Ball whirs along behind her, confused as to what has her so energetic.

❝ Seven! Hello! ❞ she greets, falling into step beside him. ❝ It’s me, Orianna. I did not expect to see you again, but I am happy that you are here. ❞

The Ball looks between the two of them.

❝ This is Seven, ❞ she explains to it. ❝ He is my friend! ❞

This place is... Crowded. He’d since yanked his hood over his face, but as much as it’d hide that gun aspect to it, this wouldn’t stop the lower part of his face from showing. Though there’s the occasional glance in his direction, no one really paid him any mind. Just to get out of his way, slide past him, his prosthetic hand still held onto the fabric so his hood won’t go flying from the wind.

He’d seen the ocean before, from a distance of course and this is the closest he’s ever gotten. His curiosity just meant having to brave the crowd. It took him the better half of an hour working up the courage and actually getting here but people simply didn’t mind. A real stark difference from how he’s treated elsewhere.

Then he’s hit with recognition that startles him severely enough to yank his hood further down his face. But then it’s just Orianna. He didn’t expect her to be here but it’s nice of her to let him know its her. The voice is simply a long distant memory. The anxiety melts away almost completely, enough for him to let go of his hood and look down at her. She has... What is that?

“Hi. You um. You startled me. What’s that?”

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gempathic‌

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“Hi, roomie! Since you’re new, I’ll give you a little house tour… that’s my toy shelf.” He pointed. “DON’T TOUCH–”

“Okay, any questions?”

Um. Ummm. He barely even stepped through the door.

“I... O-Okay. I won’t touch that.” That’s a solid promise this what... 16 year old? Has already frightened him. As far as questions...

“Is there any specific room I’m not allowed in too?”

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“Um... Huh!” He stared at the map and then promptly at the city. “This is nothing like before.”

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Seven - No Guns Life (do not reblog)

Looks like he can kill you but actual baby

All War machine, No Backbone

Do you like candy? He likes candy

Show him the slightest amount of kindness and he’s your friend forever.

If you have a resting bitch face he will probably cry

Glock for a head.

Seriously, his head is a gun. A fully operational gun. Won’t let you touch it.

Cute pink coat with a smiley face on it :)

No bad words.

Beruhren took a perfectly normal boy and made him into a monster.

Look what you did, you gave him anxiety, ptsd, emotional trauma, etc.

Ask him if he’s related to Jyuzo. Do it. I dare you.

Shoving breadsticks into his purse “sorry i gotta leave. I need to go. Now.”

Beruhren don’t interact.

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Sorry to those i owe starters for, the hiatus was supposed to last until i chilled out with monster hunter world but last thursday i had to make the hard decision of putting my dog down after a horrible accident happened and that dog was my everything. I’ve been struggling with it. At any rate i havent forgotten your starters to those i owe nor dropped any thread. Just give me a bit until i get off of hiatus. Im sorry for the inconvenience.

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syntheticomedian

[You should analyze what skills you currently have. As I excel in a multitudes of hacking abilities, I can simply transfer funds between accounts should I require it. Thus, there will never be a need for employment.]

“I only do what Pepper tells me to. Outside of that, I’m not sure what skills I have.” A long pause. “You can hack? What can you hack?” Don’t hack Seven, please.

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umbralsun

With her hands are occupied with the phone, she takes the cord with one of her snakes, holding it delicately in the serpent’s jaws. “Yes, but we can’t charge it here with no outlet… Would you come with me? There’s a cafe nearby. We can sit, talk for a bit. You’re quite the unique specimen, it’s a shame our last conversation was cut so short…”

These little cookie cutter coffee shops were scattered all over the Hive, interiors of wood and colorful chalkboards. Even the smell was the same in each one. Gwyndolin plugs the phone into the outlet beside their two-person table, the cracked screen lighting up and flashing the red dead battery symbol. She laces her fingers, resting her arms on the table. She’s ordered coffee for both of them, identical green paper cups. “Did I mention Jyuzo last we spoke?”

Oh! The snakes again! They certainly didn’t act like the snakes he read about in books but then again, he never actually came in contact with the real thing before. While Gwyndolin spoke, he stared at them again. Wondering, briefly, if she was some kind of snake charmer. Those he also read about. He was brought out of his musing by her final statement. He could appreciate that Gwyndolin didn’t demand his company.

So it’s why he found himself in a cafe. He’d seen these places, even loitered outside of them but Seven really didn’t go inside. This would be his first time. Seeing the screen light up made his massive jaws quirk up in some semblance of a smile. Despite the shattered screen, it turns out he really didn’t break it! Good, he was enjoying the videos he took a liking to. It disappeared when Jyuzo was mentioned. Of course... A lot of people seem to know him here. Unfortunate.

“You didn’t mention the revolver, no.”

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flight-lost

Job? That was a word Toothless knew. He pondered for a moment before lumbering up to Seven and huffed to get their attention.

“You’re...” Well that wasn’t a creature he expected to see here in the city. The don’t exist where he came from but some people modeled themselves with extend tech to look like them. “You’re rather small for a dragon.”