Beehive @buzzy-beehive - Tumblr Blog

Intro post

"Do I really got to do this, Pa?" an unitellagable voice answers "Alright, alright. Name's Beehive, I'm 'part of the Wranglers,"

OOC// hiiiiiiiii im the gal @eldritchjesterstaff

im not good with intros sorry :[

Current Event! - Beehive has been shown the truth.

Info!

-Basic DNI

-Don't be weird please, stuff like explicit jokes (fine w/ dirty jokes just don't take it too far) the one running the blog is a minor

-I'm fine with gore/violence

-My Beehive is a bit patched togethers with head cannons and bullshiting my way through

-Sorry if I don't answer your ask for a bit! I'm busy with high school and have lots of real life stuff to deal with!

-Under the cut there will be a master list of links for the 'Beehive has been showed the truth' event as we are jumping between two blogs!

-Under the cut will also be the name of past events so you can search the tag

-Due to the whole 'timeline' thing that happened when Beehive was shown the truth and my persona (also referred to as PPK) being introduced I'll just rp as her on here as well

-PPK has pink text

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Tags!

Poke the Beehive - Answering asks

Buzzy Bee - Continuing an interaction/rp

Smokin' the hive - End of an interaction/rp

Showtime! - interaction/rp featuring PPK

Headcannons!

(this will have stuff added on as I rotate Bee in my skull)

-My inphernals have hair -- im sorry I just love hair so much

-Beehive is Grappling Hook's and Scythe's adopted daughter

-She has a bit of "smoker's cough" from smoke from the Scorch, it's become chronic due to the sheer AMOUNT of smoke she breathed in for months to a year

-She has burn scars on her hands/face (I'll draw her sooner or never)

Achievements! (stole this idea from @/themostwantedphighter)

You're a snack! - get your horns eaten by horneaterguy.

Wanna see a magic trick? - experience anon magic for the first time.

This will be an interesting story... - get shown the truth, the story must go on.

#intro post #Beehive phighting #phighting rp #phighting rp blog #rp blog #phighting

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive paced across the very small cell the church had thrown her into. She kept bashing her knees against the cot shoved into the corner of the room, that's how small it was. Wincing once again after hitting her knees on the cot for the tenth time in about 15 minutes (her best estimate of the time, no clocks in the cell) she decide to sit.

The cot's uncomfortable and Beehive's head was killing her. Why did they have to hit her so hard over the head? The young wrangler was quickly distracted from her headache when she heard the sound of heels clicking down the hall. It seemed one of her church imprisoners were paying her a visit.

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

She stared at her Mama, mouth opening and closing like a fish as her brain restarted to try and grasp the situation she was in. Once the windows dial up noise had finished she took in her Mama's appearance.

Beehive thought back to the conversation she had with her papa. Shiny new arm, glass eye, intimidating scope over her other, and expensive white and teal fabrics. She felt a pang of jealousy seeing the high-priced clothes.

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive took the basket from her Mama's hands, pausing seeing the teal clothes. With her Mama dancing around something she hesitated... she would figure it out later. She still placed the basket in her lap and dug around the rest of the contents. The food grabbed her attention. Her stomach grumbled, when was the last time she had eaten a full meal?

Crackers, a candy she loved as a newspawn and... fresh fruit. A fresh apple and orange sat in the basket. It had been so long since she had eaten none-dried fruit. She hesitantly took the apple, turning it around in her hands before taking a bite. Holy hell how did apples taste so good?

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive tensed at the touch, the cold metal giving her goosebumps. This was different than what her Mama's touch used to be but... as her skin warmed the metal; if she closed her eyes she could pretend that her face was being held by flesh and done.

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe runs the names of who brought Beehive in, marking them down in her mind, painting a target on their head. Gritting her teeth, her tail rattles ominously. A shadow passes over Scythe's face as she scowls. "Seems like some members of the Family are getting a lil' too big for their briches."

She begins to tilt Beehive's head, looking for any injuries. It's disorienting when her Mama's face suddenly clears, replaceing her rage with gentle worry. "Oh honey bee. M' sorry. I shouldn't've let those-"

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

She had... never heard such a specific insult from her mother. The inphernals that brought her in might actually be dead soon. Beehive's line of thought was cut off by sharp stinging when her Mama pressed against lump on her head. With a hiss she pulled back.

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive whined like a wounded animal, leaning into her Mama's hold. It felt so nice to be held by her again. Closing her eyes it was like it was before the Scorch... if Beehive ignored where she was and what Ham and Hook had warned her about.

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's headache throbbed against the inside of her skull timed with her heart beat. A healer... was her Mama calling a healer down for her head? That was her best guess. Her Mama clipped the radio back onto her belt, continuing to comfort Beehive, humming a low lullaby to her. A comforting haze settled in, it felt like she was home at the ranch.

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

Scythe tucks Beehive a little closer. Medkit glances to Scythe. She looks down to Beehive, gesturing to the healer. "Beehive, this is Medkit. He's one of my boys... He'll help be helpin ya with your head."

buzzy-beehive

She analyzed the new arrival, her curiosity settling on the crystal floating between his horns. Though he didn't seem like he would entertain her questions. So Beehive just gave a small wave. "Hello..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

The healer cringes before looking down, opening the revolver's chamber before filling it with crystals. "...It isn't much reasurance... but if you'd prefer I can shoot myself to prove it won't hurt you."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, bringing the barrel up to her. Pulling back the hammer, the bang makes her flinch. The crystal exposes in a poof of dust as it hits her, the healing effect washes over her, soothing the pain and stopping the bleeding. "There. Anything else before I get back to work?"

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive nodded, relaxing as the pain dropped from actual murder to a low grade headache. She relaxed into her Mama's arms. Then her stomach decided to remind her that she hadn't eaten in at least a day. She grumbled, it was bordering on pain at that point. Unfortunately a feeling she had become very familiar with.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Is her baby still hurt? Why. She thought Medkit healed her! Is it the cell? She knew she should have fought back against Father Overseer's decree. This is her baby! She doesn't deserve to be stuck her in this-

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

The clothes were... nice. The fabric was breathable and soft, far nicer than her old clothes. The diamond pattern on the pants was unfamiliar, her papa had taught her to run if she saw anyone wearing it. She had to pretend for now. Then she would run.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

Pleased, Scythe begins to ramble to Beehive, one arm keeping the basket now filled with Beehive's old clothes on her hip. "Oh Beehive it'll be wonderful! Stew's being made... you'll love Carpet's cooking! Not to mention gettin' ya a room! I'd prefer ya to stay with me... but we can get ya yer own spot... Nearby of course!"

Beehive feels unsettled as they go deeper within the compound, passing by dozens of doors and rooms. Some are closed while others are barely cracked open enough to into. They seem to mostly be store rooms... with the occasional Church Member glancing over at the walking pair.

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

The eyes in every decoration felt like they were following her. Her fingers twitched as she fought the urge to sprint as far away from this unsafe place as possible. She needs to get in touch with her papa... maybe if she stole that radio on Scythe's belt she could call Ham. He would probably be with Grappling Hook.

Where would they meet? This place was close enough for her to be taken while knocked out so maybe a landmark is near by. Close enough to run. Or she could steal an oziphrage and fly until she recognized something-

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

headhuntin-acolyte

Various inphernals bustle in and out of the room. eating and cleaning. It's far more lively than the hall they just came from. The decorations only seem more... life like.

Scythe grabs her hand, a little too tightly. Beehive's joints creak. Scythe doesn't seem to notice.

Her Mama's smile seems to only grow wider as she hears Beehive speak. "I would hope so Bee... The Family will be so excited to welcome you home!"

Beehive can feel the stares of the people around them, trying to figure out who she is. None seem willing to actually go up to her but a few more courageous ones seem tempted.

buzzy-beehive

Sitting down at the table, Beehive seemed to shrink under all the eyes on her. She scooted closer to her Mama, looking like she wanted to hide in her shadow. Her hand ached from her Mama's too-tight grip but she didn't show it. Grin and bear it... she could run soon.

"...Yeah, that sounds... nice," She needed to get home.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe waits for Beehive before calling over one of the other church members. A quick exchange goes between them, Scythe asking the other acolyte to get her and Beehive a bowl of stew.

After they leave, Scythe focuses back on Beehive. "I've missed ya' sweetie pie... how have things been?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive eyed the stranger nervously before her attention turned back to Scythe. “Uh- it’s been… alright, all things considered,” She was careful to keep things vague - not wanting to give anything about the wranglers away.

headhuntin-acolyte

Sythe reaches up, carding through Beehive's hair. "Yeah? Have ya' been eatin' good?"

She digs deeper, trying to figure out how Beehive has really been doing. How can she fix her baby if she doesn't tell her what's wrong? Of course... she can't be too harsh or she may pull back. No, no. Now is the time to be gentle.

Beehive is speaking when the inphernal from before comes back with two bowls of stew. They set it down and murder something to Scythe before taking their leave.

buzzy-beehive

“I’ve eating enough… just hard to come by food nowadays,” Beehive left out how many meager meals she’d split so her papa could have something to eat.

The stew placed in front of her looked delicious. Hesitantly she took a bite. It tasted as good as it looked, probably filled with spices the wranglers couldn’t afford. Quickly inhaling the food she hardly paid any mind to what her Mama and the stranger were talking about.

headhuntin-acolyte

It doesn't take long for Scythe to join her, eating at a much slower rate, careful to not stain her own clothes.

It's almost... peaceful if not for the eyes that bore into her.

The chatter around her almost sounds like the chatter back at the camp, just... off. Voices she's unfamiliar with alongside conversations that... don't match...

Complaints about a third pool? What?

buzzy-beehive

A third pool? This cult has pools... plural... what the fuck. Beehive pushed that thought aside, she shouldn't be worrying about what sounds like some petty drama.

Quickly finishing her meal she felt satisfied for the first time in a long while. After a moment she turned to her Mama, the silence is killing her combined with all the stares. "So- um- Mama? What's the Church like..? I've only heard things..."

headhuntin-acolyte

"Hm?" Scythe pauses, immediately hyperfocusing on Beehive. It shocking she didn't hear her Mama's neck crack at the speed she turn.

Scythe smile brightly once more.... Beehive doesn't know if she likes these smiles. They feel... fake almost. Too wide on a face that is almost a mockery of her mama's memory...

Her Mama's smiles used to be much smaller... and her eyes would crinkle softly. Her current smile look nothing like that.

"Oh it's wonderful, Pumpkin! The Family is very kind... everyone is always there for one another..."

Scythe ignores her meal in favor of waxing poetics about the family. Somethings are... more unsettling then others.

"It's very important everyone keeps an eye out fer one another at all time! It helps us find out who needs help."

buzzy-beehive

The more Beehive listened to her Mama the more the feeling of being watched grew. She could swear that the eyes on the walls and decor were watching her. But every time she glanced away to see if the eyes would make eye contact and they were... completely normal. Beehive wanted out of there- the stares were getting to her and making her paranoid.

She faked exhaustion, letting her eyelids droop slightly and her posture slouch. It wasn't hard, she was tired. But the eyes on her kept her awake.

headhuntin-acolyte

It takes a moment but Scythe eventually notices. Her face does something soft, and she tucks Beehive a little closer. "Tired hon? We can head out an' get ya' a room since ya' ate."

Beehive warms a little but that cold feeling of dread in her stomach doesn't go away. Her mama is so warm and full of life but... it doesn't feel right.

It feels... fake, like her smiles and the voice she uses when talking about the Church.

She misses her mama.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive sleepily nods, even leaning into the stranger's her Mama's arms the smallest bit. Play the role of the lonely, long lost daughter desperate for her Mama's affection. Convince all the stares that she wants this stranger's approval so she could run once they look away.

"Yeah, that'd be nice..." She added on a sleepy smile, perfectly selling the act.

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

headhuntin-acolyte

Various inphernals bustle in and out of the room. eating and cleaning. It's far more lively than the hall they just came from. The decorations only seem more... life like.

Scythe grabs her hand, a little too tightly. Beehive's joints creak. Scythe doesn't seem to notice.

Her Mama's smile seems to only grow wider as she hears Beehive speak. "I would hope so Bee... The Family will be so excited to welcome you home!"

Beehive can feel the stares of the people around them, trying to figure out who she is. None seem willing to actually go up to her but a few more courageous ones seem tempted.

buzzy-beehive

"...Yeah, that sounds... nice," She needed to get home.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe waits for Beehive before calling over one of the other church members. A quick exchange goes between them, Scythe asking the other acolyte to get her and Beehive a bowl of stew.

After they leave, Scythe focuses back on Beehive. "I've missed ya' sweetie pie... how have things been?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Sythe reaches up, carding through Beehive's hair. "Yeah? Have ya' been eatin' good?"

Beehive is speaking when the inphernal from before comes back with two bowls of stew. They set it down and murder something to Scythe before taking their leave.

buzzy-beehive

“I’ve eating enough… just hard to come by food nowadays,” Beehive left out how many meager meals she’d split so her papa could have something to eat.

headhuntin-acolyte

It doesn't take long for Scythe to join her, eating at a much slower rate, careful to not stain her own clothes.

It's almost... peaceful if not for the eyes that bore into her.

The chatter around her almost sounds like the chatter back at the camp, just... off. Voices she's unfamiliar with alongside conversations that... don't match...

Complaints about a third pool? What?

buzzy-beehive

A third pool? This cult has pools... plural... what the fuck. Beehive pushed that thought aside, she shouldn't be worrying about what sounds like some petty drama.

headhuntin-acolyte

"Hm?" Scythe pauses, immediately hyperfocusing on Beehive. It shocking she didn't hear her Mama's neck crack at the speed she turn.

Scythe smile brightly once more.... Beehive doesn't know if she likes these smiles. They feel... fake almost. Too wide on a face that is almost a mockery of her mama's memory...

Her Mama's smiles used to be much smaller... and her eyes would crinkle softly. Her current smile look nothing like that.

"Oh it's wonderful, Pumpkin! The Family is very kind... everyone is always there for one another..."

Scythe ignores her meal in favor of waxing poetics about the family. Somethings are... more unsettling then others.

"It's very important everyone keeps an eye out fer one another at all time! It helps us find out who needs help."

buzzy-beehive

She faked exhaustion, letting her eyelids droop slightly and her posture slouch. It wasn't hard, she was tired. But the eyes on her kept her awake.

#eye on the target #buzzy beehive #beehive rp #scythe rp #phighting rp #phighting

"I wanna go home... everyone keeps staring at me- and the walls- The eyes on the walls are following me. I swear they are-"

She nervous chewed on her nail.

"I- I think I'm losing it,"

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headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

headhuntin-acolyte

Various inphernals bustle in and out of the room. eating and cleaning. It's far more lively than the hall they just came from. The decorations only seem more... life like.

Scythe grabs her hand, a little too tightly. Beehive's joints creak. Scythe doesn't seem to notice.

Her Mama's smile seems to only grow wider as she hears Beehive speak. "I would hope so Bee... The Family will be so excited to welcome you home!"

Beehive can feel the stares of the people around them, trying to figure out who she is. None seem willing to actually go up to her but a few more courageous ones seem tempted.

buzzy-beehive

"...Yeah, that sounds... nice," She needed to get home.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe waits for Beehive before calling over one of the other church members. A quick exchange goes between them, Scythe asking the other acolyte to get her and Beehive a bowl of stew.

After they leave, Scythe focuses back on Beehive. "I've missed ya' sweetie pie... how have things been?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Sythe reaches up, carding through Beehive's hair. "Yeah? Have ya' been eatin' good?"

Beehive is speaking when the inphernal from before comes back with two bowls of stew. They set it down and murder something to Scythe before taking their leave.

buzzy-beehive

“I’ve eating enough… just hard to come by food nowadays,” Beehive left out how many meager meals she’d split so her papa could have something to eat.

headhuntin-acolyte

It doesn't take long for Scythe to join her, eating at a much slower rate, careful to not stain her own clothes.

It's almost... peaceful if not for the eyes that bore into her.

The chatter around her almost sounds like the chatter back at the camp, just... off. Voices she's unfamiliar with alongside conversations that... don't match...

Complaints about a third pool? What?

buzzy-beehive

A third pool? This cult has pools... plural... what the fuck. Beehive pushed that thought aside, she shouldn't be worrying about what sounds like some petty drama.

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

headhuntin-acolyte

Various inphernals bustle in and out of the room. eating and cleaning. It's far more lively than the hall they just came from. The decorations only seem more... life like.

Scythe grabs her hand, a little too tightly. Beehive's joints creak. Scythe doesn't seem to notice.

Her Mama's smile seems to only grow wider as she hears Beehive speak. "I would hope so Bee... The Family will be so excited to welcome you home!"

Beehive can feel the stares of the people around them, trying to figure out who she is. None seem willing to actually go up to her but a few more courageous ones seem tempted.

buzzy-beehive

"...Yeah, that sounds... nice," She needed to get home.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe waits for Beehive before calling over one of the other church members. A quick exchange goes between them, Scythe asking the other acolyte to get her and Beehive a bowl of stew.

After they leave, Scythe focuses back on Beehive. "I've missed ya' sweetie pie... how have things been?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Sythe reaches up, carding through Beehive's hair. "Yeah? Have ya' been eatin' good?"

Beehive is speaking when the inphernal from before comes back with two bowls of stew. They set it down and murder something to Scythe before taking their leave.

buzzy-beehive

“I’ve eating enough… just hard to come by food nowadays,” Beehive left out how many meager meals she’d split so her papa could have something to eat.

#eye on the target #buzzy beehive #beehive rp #scythe rp #phighting rp #phighting

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

headhuntin-acolyte

Various inphernals bustle in and out of the room. eating and cleaning. It's far more lively than the hall they just came from. The decorations only seem more... life like.

Scythe grabs her hand, a little too tightly. Beehive's joints creak. Scythe doesn't seem to notice.

Her Mama's smile seems to only grow wider as she hears Beehive speak. "I would hope so Bee... The Family will be so excited to welcome you home!"

Beehive can feel the stares of the people around them, trying to figure out who she is. None seem willing to actually go up to her but a few more courageous ones seem tempted.

buzzy-beehive

"...Yeah, that sounds... nice," She needed to get home.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe waits for Beehive before calling over one of the other church members. A quick exchange goes between them, Scythe asking the other acolyte to get her and Beehive a bowl of stew.

After they leave, Scythe focuses back on Beehive. "I've missed ya' sweetie pie... how have things been?"

buzzy-beehive

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

headhuntin-acolyte

Various inphernals bustle in and out of the room. eating and cleaning. It's far more lively than the hall they just came from. The decorations only seem more... life like.

Scythe grabs her hand, a little too tightly. Beehive's joints creak. Scythe doesn't seem to notice.

Her Mama's smile seems to only grow wider as she hears Beehive speak. "I would hope so Bee... The Family will be so excited to welcome you home!"

Beehive can feel the stares of the people around them, trying to figure out who she is. None seem willing to actually go up to her but a few more courageous ones seem tempted.

buzzy-beehive

"...Yeah, that sounds... nice," She needed to get home.

#eye on the target #buzzy beehive #beehive rp #scythe rp #phighting rp #phighting

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

headhuntin-acolyte

buzzy-beehive

"...That sounds great Mama..!" Beehive felt her skin crawl the farther she was lead into the compound.

Her train of thought was cut off by Scythe guiding her to a table in what looked like a cafeteria.

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

"Oh, gods- oh no, no, no, no-"

Beehive pulled her hands down her face, she was wearing the teal of the church.

"I need to run- quickly,"

#phighting rp #rp blog #rp post #beehive rp

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

headhuntin-acolyte

Hungry? Oh. Oh of course! When was the last time her daughter ate? She needs to get her something to eat...

Something easy on the stomach... If her daughter's been having issues getting food... something rich is gonna make her sick.

Standing up, Scythe wanders back to the basket, picking out the teal clothes. "Here, sweetheart. Put this on and we can get some food..."

Scythe smiles. Getting her daughter in some proper clothes makes her giddy. Her baby will be wearing something soft and she'll be wearing the proper clolors.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Okay, Mama," Oh god, oh fuck. She quickly got changed, sneakily putting anything she still had in her pockets.

Beehive followed Scythe out of the cell.

#eye on the target #buzzy beehive #beehive rp #scythe rp #phighting rp #phighting

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe presses a kiss to her forehead, eye soft and worried. "Is somethin' wrong, Honey Bee?"

Her hands cup Beehive's face again, tilting it side to side. Her brows are furrowed a near invisible panic lacing her voice. "Do I need to bring back Medkit?"

buzzy-beehive

Beehive shook her head. "No Mama... 'M just hungry," She didn't mean to worry her Mama... It's not even that bad.

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

headhuntin-acolyte

He stares pointedly at Scythe. In return she chuckles, smirking. "Nah... nothin else Doc... I'll see ya' later!"

Medkit grimaces, before leaving, his pace faster then before, wanting to get away from both Scythe and the cramped cells.

With him gone, Scythe focuses back on her baby. "Feelin better, pumpkin?"

buzzy-beehive

#eye on the target #buzzy beehive #beehive rp #scythe rp #phighting rp #phighting

"Mm... my head...."

Beehive pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead.

"Where am I..?"

#phighting rp #rp blog #rp post #phighting rp blog #beehive rp #context: Beehive got kidnapped by the church and got knocked out in the process

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

headhuntin-acolyte

Medkit nods, quickly opening the cell door and stepping into the room before closing it behind him.

Approaching the two he reaches into his blazer. Beehive jolts as he pulls out a revolver, the grip and barrel is decorated with a diamond pattern.

Scythe purrs trying to soothe her panic. Warm fingers card through Beehive's hair. "It's okay baby bee, Meds' crystals have a healing affect. There's ain't no reason to puff up yer feathers..."

buzzy-beehive

Beehive called bullshit. She was gonna get shot then die... but she wasn't exactly in the position to refuse. Either way her head will stop bothering her. "... Shoot yourself first then we'll talk,"

She watched as Medkit raised the barrel of the gun to the side of his head and fire. He was completely fine, maybe a bit better. He looked more alert than before.

"... Alright, shoot me I guess," Beehive still tensed up as Medkit turned the barrel of the gun to her. She was still getting shot! Willing- but still!

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe cards her fingers through Beehive's hair, her daughter's hat having been placed in the basket Scythe had brought for Beehive. She perks up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person to round the corner is another Church acolyte. Is... is that Sword's brother?

Medkit's voice is flat, his eye bags obvious even under the low lighting of the hall. "You called?"

Scythe beams. Perfect! Medkit can heal up her baby and she can introduce the two. "Heh, Thanks fer the timely arrival Meds."

Her eyes curl up. Medkit huffs, turning to Beehive. "I assume you're the reason I've been called down here."

buzzy-beehive

#eye on the target #buzzy beehive #beehive rp #scythe rp #phighting rp #phighting

headhuntin-acolyte

@buzzy-beehive

An almost... familiar tune drifts down the hall, hummed by a voice she can't quite place. It makes her feel tense how much her body wants to relax at the voicem

As the visitor rounds the corner, Beehive is taken off guard. Is... is that her Mama?

She stops before Beehive's cell, her glass eyeball glinting under the low lighting and other eye hidden behind her Scope. Beehive nearly doesn't notice the basket in Scythe's hands.

Unbeknownst to Beehive, Scythe's heart shakes at the sight of her daughter.

buzzy-beehive

Pushing that thought to the side her eyes settle onto the basket. That would be easier to address than the extremely large elephant in the very small room.

"...What's in the basket?"

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe chuckles smile warm as she brings the basket forward. "Just a few things. I was... Shocked when they told me they found ya."

Now able to see into the basket she sees some food, a folded up blanket, a pillow, and... and a set of teal clothes.

Scythe's warm smile seems a little sharper. "I can't believe we find found ya, Honey Bee... I was so, so worried you'd be alone after..."

She trails off, mind flashing to her fight with Grappling Hook, of leaving them behind to for the vultures.

buzzy-beehive

She shifted to sit crisscross applesauce, both hands holding onto the apple like a newspawn.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe smiles happily, pleased at her daughter's reception to the gift. Her smile twitches at the sound of Beehive's stomach growling. Oh her poor baby. Has no one been feeding her?

That's alright... She has her daughter in her grasp now, her lil' honey bee is gonna be safe now. "M' sorry for this... drab cell, Pumpkin..."

She let's out a sigh, bringing her prosthetic hand to her cheek. The claws look as if they're about to cut into her cheek. "They were... quite against me bringin' ya to yer own room..."

buzzy-beehive

She leaned into the touch the slightest bit. Chewing on the apple in her mouth she thought over what she was going to say.

"They weren't against hitting me over the head bringing me here..." She muttered, disgruntled.

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe nearly coos as Beehive leans into her touch. Of course she holds herself back. Her daughter didn't enjoy being coddled like a newspawn all the time...

That softness cracks at Beehive's words. Her touch roughens, nearly cutting Beehive with her claws as she suddenly holds her daughter's face with both hands. "They did what."

The temperature feels like it drops, a blazing fury licks at the edges of her Mama's voice, as she stares intensely at her.

buzzy-beehive

Beehive's eyes widened slightly at the rougher treatment. She looked at her Mama's crows feet, looking her in the eyes scared her a bit.

"They- they hit me over the head Mama..." Why did she feel like she just signed someone's death warrant?

Her grip on the apple tightened, nails piercing the skin slightly.

headhuntin-acolyte

Beehive blanches at the very... loud and explicit insult her Mama uses for the inphernals who captured her.

"-handle you at all!" Scythe continues to fuss over Beehive, gently touching the large bump on her head.

buzzy-beehive

"Ow- ow my head..." Her headache flared up once again. What she would do for some painkillers...

headhuntin-acolyte

She grows eerily silent. Pulling her hand back she sees how her hand is wet with blood. Her baby is bleeding. Her baby is bleeding and-

Her eye darts back up at Beehive's pained sound. Oh. Oh her baby- "Oh Pumpkin- I'm so sorry- come here..."

Scythe pulls Beehive into a hug, squeezing her daughter and tucking her under her chin. "Don't worry, honey bee... We'll get ya' all patched up..."

buzzy-beehive

"Okay..."

headhuntin-acolyte

Scythe hefts her up, carrying her daughter the short distance to the cot in the corner of the small cell. "I've got you..."

Sitting down with Beehive in her arms, the cot creaks, Scythe shifts her onto her side, tucking her daughter under her arm. Using her prosthetic hand, she pulls out a small radio.

With a click, it turns on. Beehive sees the light on it flicker. Held so softly, Beehive has a hard time registering Scythe's words. Something about a healer? Her head hurts...

buzzy-beehive

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly snapped Beehive out of that haze. Now on alert for who was approaching.

#phighting #phighting rp #scythe rp #beehive rp #buzzy beehive #eye on the target

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