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After some lengthy consideration, I’m gonna be archiving this blog and moving to a fresh one. Giving Tempy a FC update, and wiping the slate clean.
Hate to say it but coming to this blog is just.. well.. it doesn’t bring me the joy I had before. So its time for a restart. I’ll post up the new one once I have it all put together. Alternatively you can like this and I’ll follow you on it once its all sorted.
i will fight seven of you in a denny’s parking lot come at me
somnus-lucis-caelum:
Watching her little show really was quite enjoyable. Somnus remained where he was, looking after her. She acted like a child – but not in an actual bad way. Her excitement at the abilities was actually endearing. Of course, one could act as if using abilities like these, being blessed by the King was a big act and should be treated as seriously as possible…. And often that might be true. But it also was quite nice to see someone so happy with this. True gratitude showed like this.
And she definitely knew how to use the warping for her advantage. Almost flawlessly. A little clumsy, still, maybe. At least the cup proclaimed that much. Smiling a little when she stood in front of him, Somnus nodded before offering his hand.
“My name is Somnus – I am an old friend of King Regis. He allowed me to observe and maybe train you today.”
She was wild, that much was certain. A little she reminded him of his own children – or even himself – when they had been young and just testing the limits of their abilities.
“You are right it is quite… badass. Say, which weapons do you prefer? You seem like someone who likes to fight fast.”
Ah and there it was again. That broad smile. Childish? He was more correct in that assessment than he might realize. Regardless, the redhead was eager to learn when he spoke of King Regis, and the opportunity to teach her today. Clapping hands together lightly, she can’t help but brighten at the prospect.
“Temperance. But most know me as Firefly.” Which conveniently followed up his latter question. Her hands fell behind her back to tangle fingers together while she’d quietly take a walk around the man with eyes sweeping up and down his form rather nonchalant.
“I’ve a knack for code. Dissecting the binary that keeps the Empire’s ships afloat. Mechanisms working all proper-like. So my primary weapon is actually--” Stopping in front of him, she points towards her head, “In here. I’m a hacker. Otherwise it’s bombs and fists. This--” Spinning the dagger in her grip, she cracks another grin, “A tool to achieve the aforementioned. What about you, o’ wise and handsome Teacher? You’ve a particular weapon you fancy? Besides--” The woman allows for a playfully sultry look, “Devilishly good looks?”
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A suivre, donc…
phantomdream:
〚 ❣ 〛 Yeah, he knew what he was getting into by trying to grab her sandwich from her lap, but he just laughs at the threat and waits until she hands him half. “Just admit you want to throw me off this building ‘cause I look good when I’m fucked up. It’s okay to admit it, I won’t judge.” A grin, another laugh, and he takes a bite from the sandwich, waiting for her retaliation.
It’s pleasant up here, several stories up, the traffic almost a distant thrum that’s just white noise to them, a decent soundtrack to a sunset and a cheap, though delicious, dinner. Of course they know times like these are rare, that keeping away from Abstergo is a hell of a lot harder than anyone could imagine, so they take advantage of this when they can. The teasing is just because they’re them and it’s easy to fuck around with her.
“You know, I’ve had a lot of sex in my life.” Another bite, and he lets his statement hang while he chews. “But you’re right, this is better than any of it I’ve had.” A lie, but in that moment, feeling hungry from a long day of training, it’s only just barely a lie. If he’d gone just a little longer without, it might’ve been the best damn meal he’s ever had, but his strength and hunger weren’t that far gone yet. “But’ y’know, there’s still plenty more sex to be had, so we’ll see.”
“I mean--“ Temperance shot him a cocky grin, “You look good in general, but that’s besides the point.” Another mouth full of hoagie epicness and she’s not able to make much remark about his opinion. Was he screwing with her? He had to be. She’s never known a guy, especially one who’s not as on top of the world as Tempy is, regarding hoagies and whiskey, to really believe that this topped the horizontal mambo.
A finger graces her lips to smudge away a bit of mayo with brows furrowing lightly at the man, “Oi, you’re lying aren’t you?” She questions, throwing a mock-pout at him. “Though I’d wager you’ve been on a dry spell for a while, ay? S’pose it’s only fair to suggest you wet your tidbits before making a proper comparison. Educated, and all that.”
She was totally screwing with him now, casually taking the aforementioned finger with a hint of mayo on it, and resting it rather teasingly just within her lips. “Shame you’d have to pay for yours seeing as nobody else is volunteering.”
Not that she wouldn’t, but that’s simply not going to be something the hacker was forthcoming with. At least not when it’s far more entertaining to tease him than to simply confess to having some interest.
somnus-lucis-caelum:
It was early, but Somnus liked to rather be here sooner than later. It was a rare occasion after all He had talked to Regis, listened to his descendants plans and motivations. And he had inquired about the newly established Kingsglaive. Well – they were already a few years in training. And so that piqued Somnus’ interest.
He had had his own Glaives back in his days. Specialised fighters and warriors, twelve of them who had been his most loyal – and made up his council. One of them he had wed back then and she became the queen at his side until his last day.
So Somnus had requested to see these Glaives – and Regis had granted him that wish. Walking out with the current king onto the edge of the trainings field, Somnus looked around. Suitable for these kind of fighters. There were a few words exchanged between him and the other monarch and Somnus laid a hand on Regis’ shoulder with a smile before he let him leave to follow his duties.
He himself had gotten one of the uniforms of the Glaives, but kept his shawl. His ranking lacking, which of course could either mean he was placed out of the ranks or so far down he was stilla trainee.
It felt good to be here – and he would not have to hide his powers here, though he would have to tone them down, if he even showed them.
Walking out onto the sandy arena, Somnus held his hands behind his back and blinked up to the only Glaive who seemed to be present so early, too. A woman with hair like flames around her face.
“So you are the only one who values punctuality? Or is it to watch the sunrise?”
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Those mismatched orbs flitted down quickly to the sound of another voice, taking a generous amount of time to examine him and try to assess who he might be. Lifting from her sitting spot, she chugs down the rest of her coffee and hooks it to a loop on her hip, hopping up to a spot that offered only one foot to rest while the other lifted to help her balance.
“A little of both!” She announced cheerfully, “The question is - Who do I have the pleasure of having in my company on this gorgeous morning?” A broad smile pasted itself upon her youthful features. “Are you new?”
Hopping down again, she jabs the blade into the stone to grip onto it, “Y’know the coolest thing about being a Glaive?” Swinging on the blade, she dislodges it allowing herself to freefall for a brief time. As she started to get dangerously close to the ground, the blade would be thrown near to the man, but nowhere within the vicinity of being a direct danger to him. Magic spills around her, warping across to the blade just before impact. Yes -- she was absolutely showing off, though it served the purpose of getting her down much faster than the alternative.
Lifting from the sand the blade is flipped a couple times, then sheathed with her other hand patting the spot where her cup had been.. only to hear the sound of it breaking a short ways off.
“...I totally meant to do that.” She totally didn’t. Waving her hand a bit, “Anyway -- How fricken badass is that?” She was really trying to sell it if he was in fact new. Of course if he’s not, then he’d already know how amazing it is!
It was early, early morning just as the sun had crested the the horizon. Temperance was at the training ground, seated atop the highest point with a cup of coffee in grip, and the blade gingerly flipped into the air and caught again with her other. She was the first there that morning having not been able to sleep much the night before.
Thankfully the booze had given her some chance for shut eye. Enough that she was ready to tackle the day head on! Bringing the cup to her lips, she sips lightly of the beverage. Heterochromatic eyes searching for anyone else who might be joining for crack of dawn training.
It was quiet this morning. She loved days like this, feeling the warm breeze and embracing the opportunity to appreciate life. As the sun crept up, the fire red of her hair would be amplified by the morning rays, giving it the appearance of burning as a soft breeze whipped it around behind her.
“Where o’ where have my buddies gone~” She sings lazily, keeping tune but her voice was painfully average. “Where o’ where could they be~” Smirking to herself, she drums the stone beneath her with the side of her blade. She loved being up high. The higher, the better. She’d go to the stars if she could! Shame she can’t.
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@phantomdream (Tempy x Cal)
I haven’t been on this blog in a while. Considering archiving it and making a new one, but -- christ I’ve put a lot of work into this. So I may just try to be active again lol.
For everyone who’s still following - thanks for being patient with my constant flaking. You can find me more often than not, over on origami-assassin.
I’ve had that OC as long as I’ve had this one basically. Just tend to be more active on her since she’s always had a really strong muse for me.
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(Cal) Temperance rocked back and forth on the edge of a building with another big bag of BBQ kettle chips, a foot long hoagie, and a couple bottles of whiskey. "Bruh.“ she remarked playfully, "We should like – Race to the bottom or something. Loser buys the next round of booze.” She was kidding, but the idea of challenging Cal was always an appealing one.
Maybe it’s some sort of pastime now for them to find themselves on top of whatever building or scaffolding they can find that’s out of the way enough that they won’t be found and told to get down. It feels almost juvenile to be told to get off the roof of a building, remembers sitting in too-high places with his foster brother, Sebastien, and scolded for it in ways that Cal hasn’t been in ages. He can almost remember his foster mother threatening to call the police if they didn’t stop. (She never did, and she never would; she cared, that’s all.)
But he and Temperance are good at finding whatever out of the way places they can and catching a sunset with some whiskey and whatever snacks or dinner caught their fancy along the way. Tonight, hoagies, as usual when she gets to pick. (”You’re not normal if you don’t like hoagies,” she’d told him when they first got to really sit down and talk without being pursued by Abstergo for half a minute.)
A scoff escapes him, and he raises the whiskey bottle to his lips and takes a long drink before resting the base of it on one knee. “Let me get a little more drunk first, make it really interesting.” A laugh, another drink, and he tries to take the footlong from her so he can have some.
It was true. Those hoagies were a fricken godsend and anyone who wished to argue it would find there was no changing the redhead’s mind. So here they were again, enjoying a beautiful sunset. A nice reminder that they’d defeated yet another day, and managed not to fall back into the insidious hands of Abstergo..
And then - Oh he just went there! A hand lifts to bat his grabby mitts away from the foot long hoagie she had procured, “Oi! Rood.” She teases, “Bloody well ask or you’ll be reaching the ground the fast way.” Another joke of course. She liked him too much to even consider trying to knock him off the ledge. Even if it were sometimes tempting..
Like for trying to take her hoagie..
She pointedly sizes him up with a lopsided grin, unraveling the juicy delight of a sandwich and -- offers him half. “Mmm little more drunk sounds delightful.” Temperance remarks, taking a big ol’ bite from the top of her hoagie, “Mmmmm.....” insert homer impersonation here, “Better than seeeeeex.” Mouth full and crumbs near dripping from her lips. She gave zero shits at this point.
Bottle up -- nice hoagie chaser to help it all roll down her throat smoothly, and a big, happy sigh to let out the intense burn tingling her tongue.
As always, Alex left his presents at the deposit box he knew Temperance might use-emphasis on might- with a simple note.
“Thinking of you, babe. Another duck for your army..
Merry Christmas,
Alex”
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Oh. Oh.. Yes she got it alright. And she wondered... if these were meant to be used together. Oh the evil, clever ways of their love life wrapped up in duckies, silk lingerie and whipped cream.. Because she has an a sweet tooth when she’s not stuffing her face with hoagies and whiskey.
Temperance can’t help it. The hacker has already set plans in motion, and she’s going to waiting for him when he comes home. Oh yes.. On the bed, in the lingerie... with that gorgeous ducky plush hugged tight against his bosom. The most pitiful look on her expression as if she had been deprived of all he could offer... for too long.
Temperance would find the small box nextto her in bed when she woke up, the card attached onto the bow on top of it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.
More duckpower for your army! ;)
Love you!
Alex”
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Temperance groggily stirs on the morning of Valentines Day. Ah... the day of celebrating not dating.. except she’s actually dating someone... And has for.. how many years now...? It felt like forever. Thank goodness neither is actually pushing towards the big ring exchange!
Wiping her eyes, she groans a bit at not wanting to crawl out of bed yet. Head turns to the left, then right and - OH LOOK. A box.. with a note... Collecting it in grip, Tempy slowly opens it, a huge grin growing on her lips. “Aw.” the woman chuckles, plucking one of the Valentine duckies from the box to examine it, “Yes...good.. More minions for my secret ducky army of DEWM.”
Good Morn’n Sweety
ask-the-hidden-thief:
Alex opened his eyes, blinking sleep from them for a moment as his mind tried to process what he was seeing. Was he still dreaming, he wondered; if so, this was a very,very weird dream.
Definitely weird, he raised an eyebrow at the redhead’s terribly dramatic statement a moment later. “What are you…?” he started before Temperance attacked him with canned whipped cream and two things happened: the first was he realized, this wasn’t a dream, surreal though it might seem.
The second? His mind instantly came up with a retaliation plan. “Temperance!” he coughed as creal found its way to his face. “Allergic!”More coughing. “Highly allergic to processed whipped cream,” he flailed his hands ,trying to remove the cream from his mouth and face, while he thrashed at the same time. “Call an ambulance,” he choked.
He had to be kidding. How many times had the two used canned whipped cream for... stuff and things as well as ammunition in the seemingly endless, playful battle between the two.
Just like old times..
In retrospect, she should have straddled him and pinned his arms down while assaulting his face in white, fluffy, sugary epicness. Leave him wholly at her mercy whilst covering his visage and probably his chest... and hair... in all she carried on her person.
“Right.” the woman responded, only relinquishing the cans like pistols tossed to the sides of where she stood once emptied of their content. Thumbs rested swiftly over the containers hung low on her hips, pressing digits inward and up to extract them from the belt before seemingly spinning them around like some comical display in a movie.
“You feel’n lucky, punk?” she quotes, snapping the tops up to expose the shaker side of the container, “Well --” in a Clint Eastwood accent, “Do ya?” Sprinkles in hand, she begins to lift them threateningly.
Temperance, referring to the kids: Someone brought their hell spawn.
Lucifer, looking offended: I beg your pardon?
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