Spades Slick

Spades Slick RP blog revised. Please read about for lore. Open RP, no current crew or universe M!A: N/A, Accepting

[bladesslick]

(( will be replying to threads and posting again soon, in my senior year of college so shits busy af <:) ))

[bladesslick]

(Hoping around summer time if anyone’s still around!!! Very sorry for hiatus my degree project is kicking my ass)

[bladesslick]

(( will be replying to threads and posting again soon, in my senior year of college so shits busy af <:) ))

[bladesslick]

Babysit and/or Guest? -carbonnadsat

BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk.

GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.

@carbonnadsat

QUIET NIGHT

Slick, dragging his heels across the broken down sidewalk comes across the flickering near dying sign to one of the infamous bars his crew used to run. Good times there, he reminisces for the moment. Bumping midnight filled with booze, laughs, games, fights, sex..this one he’d bring his crew often after a good heist.He turns to the door, freezing at the sight of a tall, dark, and handsome man sitting there at the bar. Alone. The lights dull and music playing low. Some old tack playing over and over again. Broken.

The air is thick, depressing, and reeks of hard liquor as he gets closer to this hunched over remanence of his right hand. He reaches up, patting a hand on Diamonds’ shoulder, giving it a slight grip to catch his attention. “Droog, what the hell are ya doin’ gettin drunk without me ‘eh?”

[carbonnadsat]

Droog just about falls off his stool, spraying booze back into his glass, swinging around. If anyone else had touched him like that his bodily instincts would instantly have had him on the attack, but the voice stays his hand, that unmistakable raspy tenor that belongs only to Spades Slick.

“Slick!” he exclaims, only once expressing the shock, loosened by alcohol, his tone just barely tinted with the colors of awe and grief. For a long moment, he is without words, and the two are bound by locked eyes, face-to-face after what seems like millennium. It’s definitely Slick, countenance is smooth and unmarred, expression amused, almost sheepish. The image swims slightly; Droog’s at the bottom of his fourth gin on the rocks, no tonic, and had quite honestly been planning on drinking himself unconscious. It has been a particularly difficult night.

The silence grows strange, and Droog pulls himself together, embarrassed by his lack of composure, wishing he didn’t look so haggard. “Well then,” he says, slowly, “Pull up a seat, boss. Tell me where you’ve been.”

[bladesslick]

Slick swallows back a lump in his throat, burning, yearning. The eyecontact just worsening for a second before Droog breaks the silence. Thank gods. He clears his throat, pulling out a stool and using the last rung to hoist himself up. “where i’ve been” Slick starts, voice as sharp as liquor. He can keep his mind from wandering with some booze, never fails him. “I should be asking you the same damn thing yknow that? Been meanin’ t’ catch up with ya” Adjusting himself, unbuttoning his jacket to sit comfortably, he leans his head into a hand, looking over the once well put together mobster..now a.. well put together tragedy. Still better dressed than himself though, no doubt about it.  “ i been roamin the city, seein’ if anything makes sense. Nothin does really. But seems like a few carapace are makin their way in including you. Speaking of which.” Slick reaches over and snatches droogs drink, incredibly rude. He takes it down in a solid chug slamming the glass down with a clink of ice to follow. “How’d ya happen upon here all of a sudden?”

[carbonnadsat]

Senses shocked by the unabashed theft, the strangest feeling seems to be sinking over Diamonds Droog. Body buzzing, bright, he gauges the other man, understanding. You motherfucker, he thinks, you bastard, as a gradual smile lifts the corners of his mouth. Of course. What was there to be expected? Spades Slick, again, familiarly ignorant of the fact that he can do things to Droog others would pay for in limbs. An unconscious demonstration of their roles. Bold. Fearsome. Unknowingly swiping down cobwebs from long unoccupied corners of Droog’s psyche.

Without comment, he waves to the bartender, requests two more gins, on him.

“Seems it happened upon me,” he replies, “This place was a ghost town yesterday.” Yet, he wonders: could it be he who is the ghost? He certainly feels the role, all dusty, hollowed out, numb. The gins arrive, glasses sweating. He knocks his back, hisses, and gestures for another one to nurse, adding drunkenly, “You know, who fucking knows. Some Paradox Space shit.” Pulling his cigarette case out of his pocket, he picks one for himself before offering the case to Slick. The occasions his boss smoked reliably fell on times they were drinking–at least, back in the day. “How about you?”

[bladesslick]

Slick takes the cigarette, placing it in his mouth and patting himself down for a light. Not all the time would he have one, but some of the time. Times when his right hand man were around. Nothing. damn. He waits for the potential light from his partner here. 

“Same shit.” He adds abruptly, fingering over the glass of gin in front of him before replacing the cigarette in his mouth with the booze. “How much ya’ have already, ya sound like shit more than ya look” Slick raises with a grin before finally taking a sip of his own drink pressed to his lips. The sheer disrespect of this mans appearance could boil Droogs blood in the past, and honestly, Slick lives for those moments. The look in Droogs face, usually, is priceless if not straight like usual. 

[bladesslick]

Babysit and/or Guest? -carbonnadsat

BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk.

GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.

@carbonnadsat

QUIET NIGHT

Slick, dragging his heels across the broken down sidewalk comes across the flickering near dying sign to one of the infamous bars his crew used to run. Good times there, he reminisces for the moment. Bumping midnight filled with booze, laughs, games, fights, sex..this one he'd bring his crew often after a good heist.He turns to the door, freezing at the sight of a tall, dark, and handsome man sitting there at the bar. Alone. The lights dull and music playing low. Some old tack playing over and over again. Broken.

The air is thick, depressing, and reeks of hard liquor as he gets closer to this hunched over remanence of his right hand. He reaches up, patting a hand on Diamonds' shoulder, giving it a slight grip to catch his attention. "Droog, what the hell are ya doin' gettin drunk without me 'eh?"

[carbonnadsat]

Droog just about falls off his stool, spraying booze back into his glass, swinging around. If anyone else had touched him like that his bodily instincts would instantly have had him on the attack, but the voice stays his hand, that unmistakable raspy tenor that belongs only to Spades Slick.

"Slick!" he exclaims, only once expressing the shock, loosened by alcohol, his tone just barely tinted with the colors of awe and grief. For a long moment, he is without words, and the two are bound by locked eyes, face-to-face after what seems like millennium. It's definitely Slick, countenance is smooth and unmarred, expression amused, almost sheepish. The image swims slightly; Droog's at the bottom of his fourth gin on the rocks, no tonic, and had quite honestly been planning on drinking himself unconscious. It has been a particularly difficult night.

The silence grows strange, and Droog pulls himself together, embarrassed by his lack of composure, wishing he didn't look so haggard. "Well then," he says, slowly, "Pull up a seat, boss. Tell me where you've been."

[bladesslick]

Slick swallows back a lump in his throat, burning, yearning. The eyecontact just worsening for a second before Droog breaks the silence. Thank gods. He clears his throat, pulling out a stool and using the last rung to hoist himself up. “where i’ve been” Slick starts, voice as sharp as liquor. He can keep his mind from wandering with some booze, never fails him. “I should be asking you the same damn thing yknow that? Been meanin’ t’ catch up with ya” Adjusting himself, unbuttoning his jacket to sit comfortably, he leans his head into a hand, looking over the once well put together mobster..now a.. well put together tragedy. Still better dressed than himself though, no doubt about it.  “ i been roamin the city, seein’ if anything makes sense. Nothin does really. But seems like a few carapace are makin their way in including you. Speaking of which.” Slick reaches over and snatches droogs drink, incredibly rude. He takes it down in a solid chug slamming the glass down with a clink of ice to follow. “How’d ya happen upon here all of a sudden?”

[bladesslick]

Babysit and/or Guest? -carbonnadsat

BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk.

GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.

@carbonnadsat

QUIET NIGHT

Slick, dragging his heels across the broken down sidewalk comes across the flickering near dying sign to one of the infamous bars his crew used to run. Good times there, he reminisces for the moment. Bumping midnight filled with booze, laughs, games, fights, sex..this one he'd bring his crew often after a good heist. He turns to the door, freezing at the sight of a tall, dark, and handsome man sitting there at the bar. Alone. The lights dull and music playing low. Some old tack playing over and over again. Broken.

The air is thick, depressing, and reeks of hard liquor as he gets closer to this hunched over remanence of his right hand. He reaches up, patting a hand on Diamonds' shoulder, giving it a slight grip to catch his attention. "Droog, what the hell are ya doin' gettin drunk without me 'eh?"

[bladesslick]

It’s been a fuckin minute

[classsymemes]

a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

[cheerrybomber]

Good Ol Days

bladesslick​:

Slick fakes a grin, hearing the slight change in Deuce’s tone as he speaks about being lonely. Spades unfortunately knows that feeling all too well. The sweet almost alcohol induced stupor that comes with meeting everyone you used to know, losing them, finding more ‘friends’ and losing them too. It’s hard to keep in touch, and honestly, he might find it hard this time around to get attacked…but at least he can keep this Deuce company while the hangover kicks in down the line. 

“A troll eh? Knew a few of those.” Spades takes a huge swig of his drink, finishing it off and sliding over the counter for the bartender to top off. “Yeh, not too much of fan of thems a lot of the time but they’re good company. Good for hits back in the day too.” His eyes scan Deuce’s face, poor fella always trying to be chipper about it all. Slick can’t seem to pin down how exactly the fuck he does it. Inspiring almost. “How’d ya get that arm a yours. I know it was made, but what happened t’ the other one. Blow that shit clean off or somethin.?” 

“Oh uh, no I’m a bit more careful when it comes to explosives!” He chuckled a little before it trails off. Bringing up some bad memories of a dark room for days. “I uh… I got kinda caught from some upstarts. Y’know I’m not as strong as the rest of you guys, I was always more of the sneaky intel guy. And well… I got caught, a little slip up. The escaping part didn’t go so well…”

He takes a moment to slam his sugary drink, trying to shake the nerves off. All the buzz hitting him at once. “But I got back at them afterwards! It took a long while to make a bomb with one hand, but I blew their base to smithereens!” They definitely never bothered him, or anyone else, again.

[bladesslick]

Slick watches as this deuce goes through their emotions. Many of them at that. He can tell this was a sensitive topic of sorts, and well.. slick wasn’t great at comforting those. Luckily though, deuce can lighten himself up in a pinch. Real or not. Them being mobsters and all, it’s great to hear the situation is dealt with. “Proud of you for dealin with that. If ya didn’t I’d be helpin ya deal with it now”

His drink is topped off, and as slick presses the drink to his mouth he checks his phone finally. A message from…Droog? Not his, he’s sure, but with a handle like that it has to be. He texts back and keeps his phone in his hand. His coordinates sent. “Care t’ meet up with an ol’ friend Deuce?”

[bladesslick]

((added an appearance section in the about! Might edit later))

[cheerrybomber]

Good Ol Days

bladesslick​:

Crow..Spades can’t help but think of that annoying green leprechaun with a similar name. This friend sounds far more interesting to him, though. As long as they aren’t green and frog-like. That’d make him croak..heh.  He waves a hand up as if dismissing the comment, giving back a toothy grin because of course he looks good, he’s spades fucking slick. “Yeh, hell i look better off than my derse days. Weird goin from mostly metal to just a few dings but I ain’t complaining.” Pressing the glass to his lips he glances his companion over once more. “So tell me more ‘bout this friend of yours, ya said somethin’ about a fuckin dragon?” His interest is peaked when his near broken phone buzzes in his pocket, but he keeps his attention on Deuce for the moment. 

“Yeah! He’s got a couple of them. Wouldn’t let me pet em though, said they were not very friendly. That’s okay, I don’t mind too much!” He taps his fingers onto the bar, the sound mixed with metal and shell onto vinyl wood. He’s just super happy to be able to talk to Slick again. Or at least a Slick.

“He keeps me company whenever he can, but he’s a troll with his own life I guess heheh!” It had been painfully lonely for him, but he didn’t want to let that show. Unfortunately, his demeanor is often pretty easy to read.

[bladesslick]

Slick fakes a grin, hearing the slight change in Deuce’s tone as he speaks about being lonely. Spades unfortunately knows that feeling all too well. The sweet almost alcohol induced stupor that comes with meeting everyone you used to know, losing them, finding more ‘friends’ and losing them too. It’s hard to keep in touch, and honestly, he might find it hard this time around to get attacked...but at least he can keep this Deuce company while the hangover kicks in down the line. 

“A troll eh? Knew a few of those.” Spades takes a huge swig of his drink, finishing it off and sliding over the counter for the bartender to top off. “Yeh, not too much of fan of thems a lot of the time but they’re good company. Good for hits back in the day too.” His eyes scan Deuce’s face, poor fella always trying to be chipper about it all. Slick can’t seem to pin down how exactly the fuck he does it. Inspiring almost. “How’d ya get that arm a yours. I know it was made, but what happened t’ the other one. Blow that shit clean off or somethin.?” 

[bladesslick]

@carbonnadsat 

.. Droog?

[carbonnadsat]

Where are you?

[bladesslick]

At a bar..you know me at all? 

[carbonnadsat]

We’ll see once I’m there. Send your coords.

[bladesslick]

Yeh, better not be fuckin’ around and get here fast before I’m fuckin sloshed.  Sent em over. 

[bladesslick]

goddamn shit hittin’ already, fuck

[bladesslick]

@carbonnadsat 

.. Droog?

[carbonnadsat]

Where are you?

[bladesslick]

At a bar..you know me at all? 

[bladesslick]

@carbonnadsat 

.. Droog?

[cheerrybomber]

Good Ol Days

bladesslick​:

The door swings open, a chipper voice ringing throughout the bar alerting most closest to it. Directly in his line of sight is Deuce. Short, happy, giddy, he can feel his excitement beaming off of the little lad. 

Slick stands, looking fresh and new as if just cloned. Well, besides a few dings and engravings within his shell from a few fights. Strange difference from previously being 80% metal he’d say. “nice hand, ya make it yerself?” Slick nods to Deuces mechanical hand he’d noticed coming in. The bartender sliding over hard liquor Spades had ordered some time ago. It seems he’d already taken a shot during the wait as well. 

He would hop up onto the stool next to Slick. Showing off his mechanical hand that was very identical to his original. Three fingers and all. “Nah, but I did design it. Crow helped make it! He’s a cool guy that has dragons.” Deuce would give a toothy grin as he got to talk about one of his more newer friends.

He would turn to the bartender and ask for a pina colada. To which the bartender hastily begins making. “But what about you Slick?” He turns his attention back to him. “You look really good! Like you just got cloned today.”

[bladesslick]

Crow..Spades can’t help but think of that annoying green leprechaun with a similar name. This friend sounds far more interesting to him, though. As long as they aren’t green and frog-like. That’d make him croak..heh.  He waves a hand up as if dismissing the comment, giving back a toothy grin because of course he looks good, he’s spades fucking slick. “Yeh, hell i look better off than my derse days. Weird goin from mostly metal to just a few dings but I ain’t complaining.” Pressing the glass to his lips he glances his companion over once more. “So tell me more ‘bout this friend of yours, ya said somethin’ about a fuckin dragon?” His interest is peaked when his near broken phone buzzes in his pocket, but he keeps his attention on Deuce for the moment. 

[bladesslick]

Good Ol’ Days

@cheerrybomber

Slick lowers his phone, cracked and outdated. Finally, after the chilling emptiness of this barren wasteland he can see a familliar face. It almost hurts, in a way. Will he look the same as his old deuce? Well they certainly sound the same. It’s comforting. 

Translocator working, he’s relocated to yet another universe. All similar in their own right. It has been…a while since he was allowed to do this. His old situation prohibiting him from leaving his city. Where would the little guy be anyway. Would he have run off to get distracted with one of his inventions? Hats? Wherever he was, Slick pulls his phone back out to text; “Here, goin’ to the nearest pub I can find. Somewhere south. I’ll drop th’ location.” 

That he did, and right where he’d expect a bar to be in his own city, it was in this one. With a confidence in comfort Slick walks in to order a drink at the bar, sitting and waiting for the little reunion to commence. 

[cheerrybomber]

Deuce had been bouncing off the walls knowing that Slick would be visiting. He hasn’t been able to hang out with his own members since they up and disappeared. It was hard to find anyone that was close to it. Sure, he had other friends, but he had something special with the Crew.

He was able to finally get a hold of himself when his phone buzzed and read a text. He nodded but didn’t exactly give a response. He would find him, even if it meant taking a bit of looking.

After about 15 minutes of wandering the streets, occasionally getting distracted, he would end up at the bar that Slick had mentioned. “Hey Slick!” He would yell out as soon as he opened the door. Waving with a mechanical hand and rushing his way over. He wanted to leap in for a hug but he was going to have to hold himself back for the moment.

[bladesslick]

The door swings open, a chipper voice ringing throughout the bar alerting most closest to it. Directly in his line of sight is Deuce. Short, happy, giddy, he can feel his excitement beaming off of the little lad. 

Slick stands, looking fresh and new as if just cloned. Well, besides a few dings and engravings within his shell from a few fights. Strange difference from previously being 80% metal he’d say. “nice hand, ya make it yerself?” Slick nods to Deuces mechanical hand he’d noticed coming in. The bartender sliding over hard liquor Spades had ordered some time ago. It seems he’d already taken a shot during the wait as well. 

[bladesslick]

Good Ol’ Days

@cheerrybomber

Slick lowers his phone, cracked and outdated. Finally, after the chilling emptiness of this barren wasteland he can see a familliar face. It almost hurts, in a way. Will he look the same as his old deuce? Well they certainly sound the same. It’s comforting. 

Translocator working, he’s relocated to yet another universe. All similar in their own right. It has been...a while since he was allowed to do this. His old situation prohibiting him from leaving his city. Where would the little guy be anyway. Would he have run off to get distracted with one of his inventions? Hats? Wherever he was, Slick pulls his phone back out to text; “Here, goin’ to the nearest pub I can find. Somewhere south. I’ll drop th’ location.” 

That he did, and right where he’d expect a bar to be in his own city, it was in this one. With a confidence in comfort Slick walks in to order a drink at the bar, sitting and waiting for the little reunion to commence.