𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙙 @chameroux - Tumblr Blog

Angy Teddy Boy c:

tricky-tornxdo

“Grk..! Lap cat?! What the hell is that supposed to mean!?”

“Let me answer that with another question: How’s Fish-face and Freakshow?” Wow... he was really going to bring that up, wasn't he?

#😾 Catscratch Fever 🌪️#Crack

chameroux

"Hey Chamel hey, look at me!" .... "Bitch,"

…

“Pussy.”

tricky-tornxdo

“You think you’re clever don’t you?”

chameroux

“Moreso than you, Lapcat.”

He’s a little ornery tonight, isn’t he?

#😾 Catscratch Fever 🌪️#tricky-tornxdo #Salsa ur welcome to do cat things to his furniture

"Hey Chamel hey, look at me!" .... "Bitch,"

...

“Pussy.”

#tricky-tornxdo #😾 Catscratch Fever 🌪️

Chokecherry-Apple for Chamel!

#picrew shenanigans #Out of Mana (ooc)

@tricky-tornxdo

“Hey you-”

The tip of his staff glows with a red light before fading out into... a soft-served ice cream cone?

“Here, on the house.”

#tricky-tornxdo #dash comm

elegance-bolt

She stalked into the room, giving a little smile as she looked around.

“At least you had the sense to keep your space uncluttered,” she observed, before turning back to him. Then, looked a bit offended. “What? It’s my evening outfit. Of course I’m going to wear it! It’s better than adorning myself in the rags of a man trying to sell overpriced frozen animal milk.”

Robel twirled a lock of hair on her finger. “Anyways, Lord Demigra requested I check in on you, due to the fact that he doesn’t have the space in his desolate schedule. Ever since he sensed your ki here, he had been meaning for us to come and speak to you.”

Conton City wasn’t a bad place to hide for magic users, though one would have to tread carefully. Who knows what that dear Supreme Kai of Time would do finding associates of Demigra lurking in her immaculate city.

It was a small studio apartment painted maroon- warm, but dark and easy on the eyes. Chamel hardly expected -nor wanted- visitors, but in the center by the television was a small coffee table and a simple bean bag chair by the folding futon to sit on, nonetheless.

His eyes roll at the jab, shutting and locking the door behind them. Not wanting to invite more unsolicited commentary about his choice of dress, his staff appears from subspace and the tip of it glimmers. In an instant, his uniform melts away into familiar red, teal and gold trimmed robes.

“He’s alive?” This was great! Their master was alive and-

The grip on his staff loosens for a moment, almost as if he was ready to dismiss it, before another thought crosses his mind-

“Since when?” suspicion laces his tone- whether this was an elaborate glamour on a Patroller or Robel in the flesh, years of caution had taught him to be on his guard.

#elegance-bolt #[[ :> Paranoia ]]

elegance-bolt

@chameroux

“My, if it isn’t Chamel! Where have you been lurking around all this-”

“…..Is…that an ice cream vendor’s uniform?”

Opening up the front door, he had been expecting one of his neighbors to come by asking about one thing or another, but to be faced with one of the two remotely welcome faces in this gods-forsaken city gave him nothing short of whiplash.

“When did you-?” he halts himself with a fist over his mouth, grunting as if clearing his throat and gesturing with his other hand for her to come into his apartment.

Looking her up and down, he notes her lack of ‘casual’ clothing for walking around in Conton, “You're dressed a little odd for a civilian, yourself.”

It’s a disguise, don’t say anything about it, don’t say anythingaboutit--

#elegance-bolt

Tag Dump! c:

#⏳ Hero of Time ⚔️#😾 Catscratch Fever 🌪️#🚬 Bastard 🍄#🍭 The Regular 🍔#🧸 Miracle Boy 🎈#🧙‍♀️ Hexes and Vexes 🧹#🧠 Psychic Symbiote 👁️#Out of Mana

musingovermusings

you should never ever trust my kind.

#musings

"...."

As ridiculous as the state of fashion was in Conton, he had to hand it to the Patrollers for making it easy for him to be able to dress up as himself -or a “young Demigra” as some had made mention. It wasn’t often that he felt comfortable enough to forgo the usual makeup and hair dye that made up his Earthling disguise, but today was one of those days as there had been a card game tournament taking place a ways from the Hero Colloseum. He was getting together his belongings after a decent enough win streak when he felt that he was being watched.

“...”

He returns the awkward stare with one of his own, his fingers clutching his binder full of playing cards, his body stock still at the sight of the unmistakable hair, garb, and the small Ki signature that could only belong to a Kai.

A slew of questions were buzzing through his head but the few that stood out after a few seconds of silence were- Is that a kid? Why was there a young Kai out here in the mortal realm? Where was his caretaker? A quick sensory of Ki in the area indicated that he was either alone or his caretaker was hiding- but then why would a Kai hide themselves in Chronoa’s domain?

“...Did you need something?” He asks, unsure of what to make of the situation. Just play it by ear...

#asks #Magician’s Hustle (mainverse)#juno does Chamel a sp00p