Hello lovelyās and welcome to a scug blog, run by scugs. Here you will find much shenanigans from our wonderful scugs Aviator (Avi, He/They) and Flashbang (Bang, They/he/it). Do not ask how they got Tumblr because I donāt know either /sil
Aviator will sign his posts with āš¦ā, while Flashbang with sign theirs with āš”ā
Their Itorator is @mossy-hermit-shell
(This rp blog is run by @starryy-leo, please do note that these guys are animals, any crude or sexual asks WILL be removed and blocked immediately. Behave sillies!! :3 )
*he jumps, the fins a lot his spine rising as he scitters backwards and away from the maw of theā¦ lizard? Slugcat? No matter what exactly it is, he can still feel their breath heaving in his lungs.*
oops, did i scare you? well whatever, Who are you?? im Camy!
**She says with a energetic tone, like the one of a slugpup...except that she does seem to understand that you could lunge at her at any given oportunity, however, she's taking the risk of dying just to act silly**
*They donāt reply, still trying to wrap their head around which instinct to follow- to run away, or to fight for their life. His grip on the spear tightens, and thereās a faint glow in their chestā¦*
*They take a sharp exhale before blinking away the static growing at the edge of their vision, lowering their head ever so slightly to actually get a good look. Sheā¦ looks like a lizard, but.. fluffy. A fluffy lizard?? Who can speak to slugcats?? This is all so confusing, he hates it. Despite all his instincts telling them to run, they steel their nerves and engage in the offered conversation.*
**she stays quiet before being aware that you probably dont know what the hell a ''Scugzard'' is**
''...Basically im like a slugcat and a Lizord at the same time'' **Her tone becomes more serious, seeing your obvious fright makes it evident that she should stop trying to act all energetic** ''Im not gonna hurt you, just wanted to check who and what place is this''
*he jumps, the fins a lot his spine rising as he scitters backwards and away from the maw of theā¦ lizard? Slugcat? No matter what exactly it is, he can still feel their breath heaving in his lungs.*
oops, did i scare you? well whatever, Who are you?? im Camy!
**She says with a energetic tone, like the one of a slugpup...except that she does seem to understand that you could lunge at her at any given oportunity, however, she's taking the risk of dying just to act silly**
*They donāt reply, still trying to wrap their head around which instinct to follow- to run away, or to fight for their life. His grip on the spear tightens, and thereās a faint glow in their chestā¦*
*They take a sharp exhale before blinking away the static growing at the edge of their vision, lowering their head ever so slightly to actually get a good look. Sheā¦ looks like a lizard, but.. fluffy. A fluffy lizard?? Who can speak to slugcats?? This is all so confusing, he hates it. Despite all his instincts telling them to run, they steel their nerves and engage in the offered conversation.*
*he jumps, the fins a lot his spine rising as he scitters backwards and away from the maw of theā¦ lizard? Slugcat? No matter what exactly it is, he can still feel their breath heaving in his lungs.*
oops, did i scare you? well whatever, Who are you?? im Camy!
**She says with a energetic tone, like the one of a slugpup...except that she does seem to understand that you could lunge at her at any given oportunity, however, she's taking the risk of dying just to act silly**
*They donāt reply, still trying to wrap their head around which instinct to follow- to run away, or to fight for their life. His grip on the spear tightens, and thereās a faint glow in their chestā¦*
*he jumps, the fins a lot his spine rising as he scitters backwards and away from the maw of theā¦ lizard? Slugcat? No matter what exactly it is, he can still feel their breath heaving in his lungs.*
(Thank you for the reminder! But hey, life gets you sometimes, right? I donāt really appreciate the impatience on your end but I will write something up for you now. Give me one moment to find the original reblog ^^)
*he enters the can with paws full of dull colored pearls, holding them out towards you with a strange look on his face*
[I brought the pearls, I found them out in the wastes, theyāre the color you like, right?]
-š¦
( @aviator-flashbang-campaign )
MHS: Hello there, my little Archeologist. These will do nicely, thank you.
MHS: Do you see that colorless one right there? It has no information on it that is important to me. You may keep it. Use it however you please, friend.
...
MHS: what is with that look? Are you hiding something?... Did you eat a pearl?
MHS: May I acquire some assistance with rather...personal matters?
BSM: You may, but I do not have the answers to everything. I cannot promise I will have an answer.
MHS: You do not need to, the act itself of simply asking could bring me great relief.
MHS: I am worried about my Night Light. Many cycles ago, they wandered off to visit Seven Red Suns, and when they returned, it was clear what had happened.
BSM: I have not been made aware of this, what happened?
MHS: There is simply no light way to put it. My friend was tormented. I am not aware how, or why. SRS won't communicate with me about that matter, and now only talks to me whenever it is important for me to know, or is related to a task at hand.
MHS: They stole my Night Light from me.
BSM: Oh. I believe I understand now. Was this before or after the Spearmasters creation? If you're aware, that is.
MHS: Before.
BSM: Understood. I apologize on their regard, although I know it will not bring you any peace.
BSM: They have done what we may not, I presume?
MHS: He is alive, but in pain. He doesn't want to visit me, I think he's scared. I would be too.
BSM: Oh, oh no...That is worse.
MHS: It is unfortunate. I often find myself wondering if I could've stopped them from going.
MHS: But it is far too late now.
BSM: I sincerely wish you both the best. Does your Archeologist remain?
MHS: Yes, They are doing well. It is a hassle to get them to give me the pearls they have collected, but I have an idea for a deal with them that I think will be without fail.
MHS: If they give me the important pearls they have collected, I will permit them to take broken, scribbled ones or ones that have unimportant information on them. This way we may both be happy.
BSM: That should work. Make sure you ensure any pearls given are ones you do not expect to come back.
BSM: I'm trusting you with that information, please do not lose them due to poor management if possible.
MHS: I wouldn't dream of it. That is all, thank you for listening, Moon.
Are you serious? You have to go now? Youāre going to leave me out here with all the scavengers and lizards around? -š”
No!!! Well- not really?? Itās just for a little!! I told you where the shelter was!! I have to report to- -š¦
I donāt want to hear about your stupid can dweller. Your business there is none of my concern, I know where your loyalties lie at the end of the day, Aviator. -š”
Thatās.. Thatās not fair, Bang. I know you donāt mean that! -š¦
You donāt know me. So just- ..get out of here. Go take your pearls and get out of my face. I donāt need you making the whole area smell of them. -š”
Iāll be back soon! Not even a few days!! Please-! -š¦
Well maybe I donāt want you to come back if youāre so in love with a lifeless piece of metal. -š”
(I'm sorry for asking a small question but I can't think of anything else to say)
Oh, I am doing fine, thank you for asking. Shelter collapsed, weāre on the move, but Aviator is scouting ahead so we should get to wherever safely. I would let him say something, but hes too far ahead to pass along a message. -š”
I brought back a batfly to eat and I forgot that Aviator thinks heās one of them. Long story short I havenāt seen him in a day or two. I donāt feel like looking for him but heās probably fine. -š”
Sometimes I wonder why Bang hates iterators so much, I get that they can seem scary on the outside, but Its still crazy!! I mean. I could never imagine a life where I didnāt help Mossy, yāknow? -š¦
