Patches on a Quilt

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Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

Russel sat on the floor as he leaned against the harsh brick wall, the cold rain pouring down on him as he desperately dried to keep pressure on the wound on his arm blood was currently spilling from while his aura did its thing.

Given that he was wearing all black, most who happened to be walking by at this hour probably wouldn’t even notice him there as long as he kept his head down. The less people who knew about all of this, the better, after all.

It’s not like he could see very well, either. Nevermind the fact that it was dark and raining, but one of his eyes was practically swollen shut. Just his luck.

He tensed up and pushed himself as close to the wall as possible when he heard someone take coming, pretending to simply be sleeping and hoping they’d pay him no mind. As they came closer, however, he recognized them…

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Russel slipped the boxers on, followed by a pair of comfortable pants. His skin was still cold from the rain, but figured his sheets could take care of the rest of him.

“Aura’s mostly taken care of the bleeding,” he groaned as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, slowly easing himself down into a prone position.

He then stuck his arm out towards Lucina, making humming noises, which were supposed to convey without actual words that he wanted her to join him.

By the time he was in bed, she had changed out of her own wet clothes as well, stealing another pair of his boxers and an old shirt of his.

And though he was calling for her, she did ignore it for just a moment. Long enough to get a towel out and at least squeeze some of the water out of her hair. She didn’t want to slap him with that while they relaxed, or soak the pillow.

“M’comin, M’comin you big whiny baby.“ Lu teased, tossing the towel aside once her hair was less soaked and dripping and more just damp, and crawled on in to bed with him, pressing herself close and giving him a gentle kiss.

“Better?“

A Reluctant Performance

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“Believe me, I know how you feel,” Jason said to Percy. Lucina’s jokes aside, he was Russel Thrush’s older brother, after all.”

He then turned back to Lucina. “Well, you being surprised tells me you haven’t gone snooping around my old bedroom… yet. So thanks for that, I suppose.”

The last crate was stored and he breathed a sigh of relief, now free to answer whatever questions Lu had.

“I thought I overheard something about Russ badgering someone for free tickets. I should’ve put that together sooner, but I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

A nudge to Lucina and a look from Percy, as if to say see, he gets it. Which only got her a nudge in return and an eyeroll. The two were surprisingly good at communicating without words at this point of their relationship.

Soon enough though, the blonde returned her attention back to Jason with a grin. “Yeah, he kinda popped those on me, and thankfully Percy here was already in town. So I got to drag her out in to the city again~“

“What’s been on your mind? Anything we could help with?“

“We’re not on the clock. Nobody is anymore, technically speaking.“

“Doesn’t mean I can’t ask.“

A Reluctant Performance

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“Didn’t right any of ‘em,” he answered simply, continuing to stack cases in the back of the vehicle. “I leave that sort of thing to the professionals over here.”

Cue a sarcastic comment from one of the band members coming from inside the building.

Jason seemed unconcerned with the fact that she had recorded him. He did make the choice to go on stage after all. He know there was a chance he’d end up on someone’s scroll at some point. What did surprise him was whose it was.

“That’s just stuff I’ve listened to for pretty much my whole life. Used to spend way too much time tracking down bass tabs so I could actually play them.”

He then titled his head towards Percy.

“Friend of yours?”

“Still, it’s weird hearing you sing songs like that, given the occasional slow tone. I’m still recovering from the whiplash with the difference between you and Russ....you’re sure you’re both related?“

“As for her.“ Lucina continued, jerking a thumb back at Percy. “She’s my bodyguard.“

“If that’s the case, then I’m being severely underpaid.“ Came the monotone snort. “I’m Percy Blanchefleur. We’re partners of the same team in Vacuo. I’m just visiting for now. I’m the one who keeps her in check.“

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Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

Russel sat on the floor as he leaned against the harsh brick wall, the cold rain pouring down on him as he desperately dried to keep pressure on the wound on his arm blood was currently spilling from while his aura did its thing.

Given that he was wearing all black, most who happened to be walking by at this hour probably wouldn’t even notice him there as long as he kept his head down. The less people who knew about all of this, the better, after all.

It’s not like he could see very well, either. Nevermind the fact that it was dark and raining, but one of his eyes was practically swollen shut. Just his luck.

He tensed up and pushed himself as close to the wall as possible when he heard someone take coming, pretending to simply be sleeping and hoping they’d pay him no mind. As they came closer, however, he recognized them…

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“Very funny,” Russel groaned,continuing to let Lucina lead him, holding his head in his free hand as the adrenaline wore off and the beating he took really started to catch up with him.

“Let’s just get inside. I need to rest my… everything.”

Lucina gave a nod, simply waltzing inside and leading him up to their room. If anyone saw them, she’d deal with them later. For now she clicked the door shut behind the pair and locked it just to be sure nobody bothered them for now.

Then she simply focused on getting Russel out of his we clothes, tossing them in to the corner for now. A clean pair of boxers were handed over, the blonde giving her idiot a glance over.

“Do you need the actual med kit? Or just a solid sleep?“

Vacuonian Winds

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He oohed and aahed at every turn and twirl. She was giving him her earnest performance, it was only natural he would act like a proper audience member.

How must that feel? Like a dragster thundering across a long road with no end in sight? A memory bubbled to the surface in his mind, the sensation of falling, the cold air ripping into him. But it had come to an end when she returned.

Down on one knee he observed the Lancer. Now his expertise was mostly contained to the human condition but he was far from ignorant in this regard either.

The Grimm attempted to poke his eye out with its long leg but the masked smoothly dodged it and announced his result. “This one has seen combat.” he noted a dent in his abdomen “What do you make of that, given the circumstances Melia?”

There was no reaction from her when the grimm tried to take a stab at her Captain, knowing him to be much quicker than anything she had come across so far.

At his inquiry however, the freckled faunus glanced down at the wasp like creature with a thoughtful frown.

“Territory dispute perhaps?“ Melia offered after a moment. “Grimm this size normally aren’t smart enough to run away from a fight if it was against a Hunter or Huntress, so I imagine a spat with some other animal over territory or food, and it came here to lick it’s wounds?“

#lernaean-regrets

A Reluctant Performance

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Sure, Lucina’s presence hat caught him off guard, but Jason more or less managed to shake the initial surprise off and carry on with the show. It was at this point that he went back to his previous role, playing his bass and providing backing vocals when necessary.

Once things wrapped up and he and the rest of the group were backstage getting ready to leave is when he really started to wonder what his brother’s girlfriend would have to say about what she had just seen.

It was a few minutes later while he was loading equipment into the back of a van behind the bar that he noticed her walking by with whoever she had brought along.

Upon spotting the familiar minty green hair, Lucina easily did a smooth turn and came sauntering over with a smirk on her face (as always).

Percy simply loomed in silence, hands in her hoodie pockets.

“Alright so, the songs you sang.“ The blonde didn’t even hesitate to start pestering once close enough. “Did you write them all? Or just that one...that I may or may not have totally recorded for various reasons.“

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Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

Russel sat on the floor as he leaned against the harsh brick wall, the cold rain pouring down on him as he desperately dried to keep pressure on the wound on his arm blood was currently spilling from while his aura did its thing.

Given that he was wearing all black, most who happened to be walking by at this hour probably wouldn’t even notice him there as long as he kept his head down. The less people who knew about all of this, the better, after all.

It’s not like he could see very well, either. Nevermind the fact that it was dark and raining, but one of his eyes was practically swollen shut. Just his luck.

He tensed up and pushed himself as close to the wall as possible when he heard someone take coming, pretending to simply be sleeping and hoping they’d pay him no mind. As they came closer, however, he recognized them…

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“Uhhh,” Russel wiped the rain from his face and around his eyes as best he could before taking a quick look around.

“I think s- wait, hold on.”

He noticed on of the goons slowly making his way to his feet and took it upon himself to deliver one last kick to make sure he wouldn’t be waking up for at least an other half hour or so.

“Okay, that’s all of them…. We should go, right?”

“Considering you’re still beat to shit, and I would really rather not spend the night in a holding cell again? Yes, yes we should.“ She laughed, pulling Russel close to steal a quick kiss before simply taking his hand in hers and heading off.

Once they got a bit closer to home though, Lu slowed her steps. “Do you need to like, sneak in to the house or something, mister vigilante? I can always go in first and open a window in our room.“

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Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters

“That’s a lot of blood…”

“That’s not good…”

“I think that’s more than a little cut.”

“You’re looking rather pale.”

“You’re bleeding!”

“That doesn’t look good…”

“I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.”

“That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.”

“How do I get it to stop?!”

“How are you still standing?!”

“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.”

“What happened to you?”

“I can’t feel my fingers anymore…”

“Everything hurts.”

“Is everything supposed to go dark?”

“Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.”

“It’s just a cut.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You’re bleeding all over my floor!”

“You better not die on me.”

“They got a lucky shot…”

“Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!”

“You need to keep pressure on it.”

“Don’t move!”

“That looks nasty.”

“Am I dying?”

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Vacuonian Winds

Promptly after returning her salute, he shook his head and brought himself to the very edge of the cliffside, watching the darkness take her.

“To be young.” he mused to himself. Although how many youngsters would he need to round up to do what this young lady had just done? To entrust their life to a forgery of steel?

But even more so then that he wondered if she had thought on those questions he had left her. Perhaps she had found a small insight to it? Or perhaps Melia was still wayward on her journey?

Eager to find out he called out “Show the world what your spirit can do Melia.”

He couldn’t see the utter joy on her face as she dove, silent as the night. Eventually her wings would flare out, pulling her out of the drop and evening her off, using that same momentum as well as the updraft to sharply increase her altitude with minimal flaps of her wings.

Complicated and graceful maneuvers were pulled off, really showing off for her Captain at what it was she could do while in the air, while bursting with confidence.

After a few tricks and twirls though, something caught the faunus’s eye, and Melia would switch from fun mode to hunting mode in a blink. Back down she dove, the claws built in to her boots uncurled from their resting position, the young adult looking very much like her owl counterpart as she caught whatever she had noticed with ease.

A short bit later, and Melia was landing back on the mountain, her prey now pinned to the ground under one of her talon feet! “I’ve never seen a Lancer out this far before, they’re usually up north a ways...Also never seen one this small either. Think it got lost and stuck to the colder air of the mountain?“

#lernaean-regrets

Vacuonian Winds

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This high up the heat and dryness that the eastern kingdom was so well known for could not compete with the chill of the mountain.

But that did not bother him in the least. He was eager to see how far she had come.

“Do be careful, my Melia. While we have not strayed so far as the summit, we are on the windward side, the opposition shall be quite fierce!”

#lernaean-regrets #the only time she's fully confident is on a mountain

It would be his first interaction with the normally timid faunus where he’d realize his warning wasn’t fully taken to heart! The Captain instead would see the freckled teenager standing next to him, wings shifting in excitement as she stared out over the horizon.

There was no trace of his usual ward, having been peeled away to leave nothing but this eager and bold young woman! Who simply gave her Captain a beaming grin and a salute before she tucked her wings close and dove off the mountainside with a screech of pure joy echoing back up the rock face.

Does Melia have any hobbies? What's her guilty pleasure?

Cooking and knitting are hobbies of hers! As well as the obvious flying bit. Guilty pleasure...probably shows not aimed for her age? She finds amusement in kid’s shows basically.

#melia answers #melia ref #ask-team-clst

A Reluctant Performance

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Jason cleared his throat, took his pick in his hand, and positioned himself in front of the microphone. By this point, he was noticeably sweating. He hadn’t filled in on stage for a while and forgot how draining it could actually be, which was probably why he was content to take a backseat after this song was through.

Speaking of which, it was time to begin. It started slow at first, just a light, simple chord progression. In an instant, however, things quickly picked up in speed and in volume. And just like that, Jason was leaning into the mic again.

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The song came to a close, and the video Lucina was recording would end with Jason finally looking directly at her. She smirked at that little bit, putting the scroll back in to her pocket as she gave a little finger wave. Once he was free to leave the stage, things might be interesting.

“Stop.“

“What? I’m not doing anything!“

“You’ve bot the lawless look on your face again.“

“It’s not lawless. I’m just feeling a bit smug~”

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Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody

Russel sat on the floor as he leaned against the harsh brick wall, the cold rain pouring down on him as he desperately dried to keep pressure on the wound on his arm blood was currently spilling from while his aura did its thing.

Given that he was wearing all black, most who happened to be walking by at this hour probably wouldn’t even notice him there as long as he kept his head down. The less people who knew about all of this, the better, after all.

It’s not like he could see very well, either. Nevermind the fact that it was dark and raining, but one of his eyes was practically swollen shut. Just his luck.

He tensed up and pushed himself as close to the wall as possible when he heard someone take coming, pretending to simply be sleeping and hoping they’d pay him no mind. As they came closer, however, he recognized them…