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bloodstainedwhiskey

Little PSA

I'm still alive! I've just been and currently am busy with work atm hence my silence. I promise I'm alright and greatly appreciate everyone's patience in getting replies out. Once things quiet down a bit I will do my best to tackle responses. Again, thank you for understanding!

#outofwhiskey

bloodstainedwhiskey

While I've been mentally (and physically exhausted) from work lately to the point I haven't been able to be on here proper (hopefully will this weekend though!), I can also be reached on Discord.

If we're mutuals and you'd like to talk, plot, or even do little offshoot things feel free to ask for my username in DMs

#outofwhiskey

While I've been mentally (and physically exhausted) from work lately to the point I haven't been able to be on here proper (hopefully will this weekend though!), I can also be reached on Discord.

If we're mutuals and you'd like to talk, plot, or even do little offshoot things feel free to ask for my username in DMs

#outofwhiskey #[ been lurking on there since brain has been to tired to write properly ]

bloodstainedwhiskey

Little PSA

I'm still alive! I've just been and currently am busy with work atm hence my silence. I promise I'm alright and greatly appreciate everyone's patience in getting replies out. Once things quiet down a bit I will do my best to tackle responses. Again, thank you for understanding!

#outofwhiskey #[ still hectic work wise. Hoping things will calm down soon ]

Little PSA

I'm still alive! I've just been and currently am busy with work atm hence my silence. I promise I'm alright and greatly appreciate everyone's patience in getting replies out. Once things quiet down a bit I will do my best to tackle responses. Again, thank you for understanding!

#outofwhiskey

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#;;intrigues

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Sparring and Training

Feel free to change pronouns/wordage and switch roles as necessary!

Things said:

"Come on, hit me harder."

"I know you can do better then that!"

"You wanna take a break?"

"Don't stop until you've pinned me, you hear?"

"Quit running away and hit me, coward!!"

"Don't underestimate me."

"I warn you- I don't really play nice."

"If this was a real fight, I'd have broken your arm twice by now."

"Ow!! Lucky shot..."

"Ha, you got me..."

"Ready for round 2?"

"Loser buys drinks/lunch/dinner."

"Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?"

"Come on, one more time, your forms getting better."

Things Done:

[PIN] Sender pins Receiver to the floor, ending a heated sparring session.

[SWAP] Sender and Receiver practice using the other persons signature weapon.

[OBSTACLE] Sender and Receiver run an obstacle course.

[RUN] Sender and Receiver run a few laps around a track.

[SLAM] Sender pins Receiver to the wall, hard.

[SHOT] Sender and Receiver go to a gun range to practice.

[TOSS] Sender throws Receiver during sparring.

[AID] Sender accidentally wounds Receiver during training and grabs the first-aid kit.

[MAGIC] Sender uses their powers during the sparring session to attack Receiver. (if applicable)

[REST] After intense training, Sender and Receiver take a much needed break.

#;;meme

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Kane can spot it, the brief spark of surprise that seems to appear within the woman's own eyes; He takes note of it, but doesn't bring it up in any shape or form. He just continues to watch, to take in the sight, ever-patient and seemingly unaffected by the fact that he's just sitting there, doing nothing for hours on end.

Perhaps he is, just not showing any of it. One cannot know.

It takes a few moments, but then the one in front of him speaks again - and asks further questions, a bit more specific this time, yet those inquiries remain to exist within a rather broad spectrum, still.

And Kane blinks once, brows knitting ever so gently as he tilts his head to the side - not much, just a fraction of an inch or such.

He's never really thought about this - but then, barely any time has passed ever since he's awoken inside his room, recovered from what had apparently been multi-organ failure. He remembers visiting Lena, remembers his body convulsing, the blood---

Since then, he'd just been sitting here. Existed.

"I am here. He is not." ...Which almost sounds a bit cruel, in a way, but Kane doesn't mean to be - it's a simple statement made by him, the fact that he, Kane, not-Kane, it exists within this room at this very minute while the man who'd appeared inside the lighthouse... well.

He's gone, and he won't return.

Kane swallows at that, expression remaining neutral, but there is a bit of a something lingering within his dark eyes - an emotion, maybe. Something soft, something gentle.

"You keep asking rather non-specific, omniferous questions. I'm not sure if I'll be able to give you an answer you'll be satisfied with." Another blink, a brief movement of a jaw.

bloodstainedwhiskey

The subtle shifts in his expression could be regarded as mundane given they were noted commonly in all mortal beings, however, to the biologist they were fascinating. Given his origin it could be assumed the minute movements were copied from witnessing others portray such changes though those that had been in contact with him post his arrival at the facility hardly displayed such subconscious changes. The lack of emotion a result of growing numb to dealing with the unusual. Thus, the offered micro-expressions eluded to the high probability of the alien creature processing emotions without a genuine realization or understanding of such.

Being reminded that the original individual of whose appearance, and to some extent his life, he had copied drew her from her observatory gaze to permit a proper focus upon the entirety of the situation. It was perhaps unfair to compare him to the original man given that he differed in behavior and perception of the world. His grasp of the English language certainly was beyond what had been noted as well eliciting further fascination.

❝ I suppose you make a fair point. ❞ Mia muses as lavender hues continue to take in the mannerisms displayed. The surprisingly gentle emotion lingering in the depths of his eyes caught her off-guard given, despite it's subtly, was new to witness.

A blink followed by a soft, breathy laugh escapes plush tiers at the unapologetic way the nature of her questions is called out. It was a reasonable assessment given it was true drawing the young woman to take a moment and consider her next words carefully. ❝ Then allow me to shift the focus of the questions. How about we start with something more feasible, hm? Tell me, if you were to attempt to describe the emotion you're feeling right now, how would you? You can be as basic or complex in your explanation as you wish. ❞

#offdxty #;;v: prismatic reflections #[ i'm soooo sorry I took so long ;w; ]#[ but enjoy her trying to get him to explain his interpretations on things ]#[ more deep thoughts ]

"Someone once said, poetry is medicine. Allow me to demonstrate the falcity of this claim."

"As expected, I am still immortal."

❝ Startin' t'think ya've gotta few screws loose there darlin'. Though if ya like poetry that much, maybe eatin' a whole book full of 'em would help. ❞

#eladead #;;v: undetermined #[ Lestat you okay? ]#[ Did you drink off someone high again? ]#[ cackling at the dorky craziness ]

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#;;intrigues

"If you were a cocktail, I think, hmm, you'd be a dirty martini: elegant to the eye but stuffed with something awful inside, mm?"

A slender brow arched at the remark while lavender hues regarded the blonde with a rather unimpressed expression. it was not the first occasion one had deemed it appropriate to utter coy words of flattery laced with evident, mild disdain. Given the young woman's past the verbal jab was naught but a tickling brush against the tight-knit barrier of her mind. It was cute. Nonetheless, points of creativity were granted the seemingly self-pleased stranger.

❝ 'N you'd be a bellini. Beautiful t'look but possessin' no bite. ❞

#eladead #;;answered inquiry #;;v: undetermined #[ oh boy ]#[ let the sassing begin ]

I know I've been lax on getting to responses and I do apologize. I've had a long week at work and had to focus on a class related to it. Thankfully I passed it yesterday so now I can finally have a chance to tackle things I owe.

#outofwhiskey #[ seriously coming home several hours past normal sucked ]#[ joys of working my job though ]#[ always technically on call *sarcastic*hooray ]