V8, m8

Independent RP blog for Axel the Water Buffalo (Archie/Canon divergent-based). Written by Owltra. Read the rules before interacting.

[sweet-chimera-a]

//@efrikanengine​

How did it snow 2 days ago but now it was 80 degrees with the sun beating down on you? The monsters face stiffed, eyebrows furrowing and the corner of her mouth turning upwards into an annoyed snarl. Usually she’d blame the weather patterns on magic or gods, but she knew who was responsible for spring and summer and the chimera already knew that she was bi-polar as fuck. Honey wondered when did she get so annoyed at the world. Maybe she was just having a bad day…

If only something would turn it around–

As if on cue she heard the familiar rumbling roar of a motorcycle in the distance. The monster jumped up and quickly (But not so gracefully) ran towards the opening amongst the vegetation.

“AXLE! Holy jud yer aloive!” Oh, she was about to get the happy shakes!

[efrikanengine]

      It’s just another trip through the one realm only a non-native fool would wish to take a vacation in... or, is it? Why, the very first time he was here, he was at great risk of being hunted down and possibly torn into shreds by the local fauna. But Axel is nothing if not two things.       An adrenaline junkie, for one. And for another, eternally grateful for the one who spared him the troubles of getting lost or dying, and also showed to him some of the loveliest moments in his life.

      Trekking through the dirt and mud with his trusty iron horse is how he chanced upon the one all-too-familiar opening. The sun is almost lethal at this temperature. Though Axel has worked under far, far worse conditions. Should be around here somewhere...

      He came to a halt, and stopped his bike long enough to listen to her ever so glad calling of his name. That voice and that accent are both unmistakable.

      “If it ain’t my favorite chimera.” The only chimera he knows of, obviously. Dismounting his means of transport and removing his helmet and goggles, he’d ensure this already emotional reunion remained set in stone with the most affectionate gesture he could muster, as he moved in with his stocky arms wide open, eagerly and unabashedly expecting her to jump in.

      It’s been long. Too long. Evidently long enough for her to question whether or not the buffalo was still breathing. But now... now he’s here to stay.

[efrikanengine]

      “Takes a lot more than time to kill me, punk.”

[efrikanengine]

crows-evil-blog‌:

Well, this was a sight of what motorcyclist would have. And Crow wouldn’t want to have it any other way. He steps in fully and just begins.

“HEY! I’m looking for a guy named Axel…” Crow starts off seeming innocent enough.

“He also goes by Asshole- He has two 8-year old girly pig-tails he calls horns, accessories you would find on a Hot-Topic Edge Lord, a brand on his butt saying ‘I love Eggy’, a motorcycle with training wheels, and it’s now laying on the ground, tarred up and feathered.”

No holds barred. Honestly the last bit about being on the ground/tarred was a lie, but better to rile him up as much as possible.

      Survival of the baddest, isn’t it, Crow? The moment he began talking shit, eyes were dead set on him. Axel’s friends were already cracking pretty damn big grins. The concept of someone legitimately trying to stand up to the buffalo is amusing, and enticing.

      Then, the Eggboss’ attention was grabbed. That shit-eating eyeliner-laden stare was enough to get in his nerves. Yet he didn’t seem to crack at all. He couldn’t. He’s used to being challenged like this... now it’s a matter of seeing if this newcomer, whose armor, while admittedly ridiculous does look quite powerful, can walk the walk just as well as he can talk the talk.

      “Here... catch.”

      Withdrawing what’s clearly a grenade from his jacket’s internal pocket, the buffalo pulls the pin with his thumb, and lets the explosive’s tongue fly off at the same time as he let it roll towards Crow. That thing is primed to explode... or, well, is it?

      It’s a count to five.

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@efrikanengine Is getting someone pulling up.

On a long desert highway, cool wind in the air… Something was coming quite fast and quiet quickly. Two head lamps and four wheels. A truck drifting into a parking spot at a slammer of a roadside bar and inn.

Yellow eyes and hard road leather steps out of the truck and looks at the line of motorcycles.

“Looks like the place…”  Crow says with a big grin, starting to step inside…

      This is the place indeed. The way those motorcycles bear proud Egg designs, except for the one in the middle which, indeed, appears to have a very specific custom paintjob, says this is no run-of-the-mill biker crew currently taking up spots at the inn. 

      Looks like a long road’s travel merits a long road’s rest stop for these people. Wonder what these people are up t--

      “YEAH! Oh, shit! Knocked him out!”

      If Crow may have wondering that, it’d be answered by the sound of a clothed arm’s swing being blocked on the spot, and of someone’s face being punched at full force filling the air, that satisfying THWACK! sound one would hear coming out of a boxing match. Followed by the body of a buff, jacket-clad Mobian stumbling by, colliding harshly against the wall next to the door and sliding down slowly until reaching the floor, clearly quite a bit out of it. He’s sporting a few bruises and a bloody lip...

      The culprit of which is being cheered on and whistled by the other eight road soldiers sitting by and strutting their drinks for him. None other than Axel himself. Bar brawls typically occur in places like these, and it looks like the buffalo is being proudly proclaimed the winner of the most recent one.

      “Ain’t no one else gonna do that. Damn, Acres, you’s bad at this! Couldn’t even beat me with that damn knife of yours!” the leader boldly stated, letting out a hearty laugh as he reached for his drink. Money is being exchanged left and right, amidst amused chuckles and chatter. Sure looks like bets were being ran through the tolls for this fight.

      What a homely scene.

[spectrumwidemuses-deactivated20]

There’s a line between being encouraging and lying straight to my face.

[sweet-chimera-a]

//Theres a difference between “WOE IS ME. LOOK AT HOW TOXIC I CAN BE BECAUSE I’M ANGRY AT THE WORLD AND THERES NO MANAGER TO SPEAK TO” and A genuine compliment you vague posting Jerk. She’s is literally the most softspoken person who’s trying to encourage you and you can’t see 2 inches past your face and bitterness to see that

// A MOD HAD TO STEP IN! And then, after this, you go on HOURS worth of ranting in the server attacking entire communities because someone tried to encourage your art.

//You guilt tripping (this was at a previous date so its a continued behavior) So get off of your high horse you entitled piece of crap, own up yo your own mistakes and short comings, and stop attacking people. GOING ON A RANT ON VOICE CHAT, PLEASE

// TL: DR Woman up, take responsibility for your own actions, and don’t be like spectrum over here. Ponies exist and nice people exist, who would’ve thunk

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      // there’s also a line between politely ignoring a conversation not even involving you in the first place, and fucking laying into people for it, too. literally people who have done nothing to you, if not complimented you and attempted to encourage you to improve, you outright tore into them like it’s nobody’s business, for the pettiest of reasons. (and oh yes, do I have some screenshots to show you.)

      god forbid you actually asked to receive a response on a certain thing.

      cant forget the tasty fandom hate, mmmmmmmmmmm, irrational baseless fandom hate. a side dish to compliment the screenshots above. delicious

      also, you fish for sympathy too much, everyone in this server knows. take a look at this:

      which quickly turned into this:

      and we also have this!

      classic “boo hoo i’ll never amount to anything because i cant be fucking bothered to try” argument. think about it. if your attitude wasnt so shit, people wouldnt have this much material to dig up on you.

      ...don’t get me fucking started on what happened after we told you to chill out and back away from our sweetest friend, too. check it out.

      if you had spent a minute to reflect upon your actions, maybe apologized to the person who you insulted, instead of literally telling someone that their argument isnt worth a damn thing, and then carrying on to shit on things people like just because you dont? maybe we would’ve been more lenient. 

      but there is zero fucking tolerance for drama queens like yourself in here. i’m sorry (not really), but that’s just the truth. own up to your mistakes. 

      grow up. we don’t like pissbabies in this beautiful platform.

[efrikanengine]

You’re muse’ preferences

      Axel

·  roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / TULIPS ·  WINTER / summer / autumn / spring ·  thunderstorms / SUNSHINE / snow ·  indoors / OUTDOORS  ·  MEAT / fruit / sweets ·  extravagance / TRADITIONALISM  / minimalism · god-fearing / NON-GOD-FEARING ·  cats / DOGS / horses / birds ·  sunrise / SUNSET  ·  DAY TIME / night time ·  fire / EARTH / water / wind ·  reading / WRITING ·  rising early / SLEEPING LATE ·  wine / ALE / neither ·  FUR / silk / satin / lace /   ·  rubies / pearls / sapphires /  NONE ·  horse back / WALKING / carriages ·  LOVE / power ·  HAVING COMPANY / being alone ·  lakes / RIVERS / oceans ·  knife / SWORD / bow / poison ·  gold / SILVER

   Tagged by: @sweet-chimera

   Tagging: @projectlightfox, @victimsofchance, @mobian-of-science, @infxnatum, @maw-the-thylacine, @a-wind-of-freedom, and anyone else who feels like doing this, feel free to steal it!

[efrikanengine]

sweet-chimera‌:

Honey had enough people trying to kill her, like, constantly. After a certain point she said “Fuck it.” In the unlikely hood of them getting her, they got her.If not? Then she had nothing to worry about to begin with, so it was best to just be more chill and way more yolo.Even though yolo wasn’t a phrase that technically applied to her, just, why work yourself up when all it did was impede you? But she digressed, it’s not like Honey knew this constant threat and stress he lived under. She just knew she liked when he came by. And wouldn’t mind seeing more of him in the near future. He wasn’t as wild as some of her previous…. partners? Romantic pursuits? But not that mellow guy that drove her nuts with how boring they could be.

Axle was actually nice to spend time around.

“Pull up tae top…Loike t’is!? GASP, it’s loike a little face shield!” The chimera exclaimed. The monster looked it over before sliding it onto her head, pretty happy that it actually fit. The chimera gave her head a quick rattle to make sure it was on tight enough. “Well… how fast are we talking aboot?” The monster quizzed, she’s been a few fast rides before but if it was fast enough that it warranted protection– come to think about it. She didn’t exactly know how fast cars went either,she barely knew what a car was. “Is it safe to sit on here wit’ ye? It is–”

“Front.” The monster chimed out almost immediately, that way she can be surrounded by his arms and chest again–I mean, that way so her hair doesn’t snag onto anything. Yeah. That was the reason.

      What are dates and social interaction if not a window to someplace different, a quick relief from the woes of everyday matters? Might as well nip it in the bud where the opportunity is due, no? All previously discussed dangers aside, the omnipresent threat of Axel being torched as a result of bearing technology, or of getting lost in a wide, unpredictable landscape he has no knowledge of just yet, it is nice to spend time with someone you like. Honey fills that role in quite nicely! 

      Definitely wouldn’t mind arriving here more often, if he can figure out exactly how to go about it. These two times he was able to get it down, it seemed more of pure luck or freak chance than anything else. A bit of a pattern can be spotted, and as soon as he can get it down, well...

      No harm in paying some extended visits from time to time, right? Where the safety of Honey’s home, or the thrill of tearing up lands together with his motorcycle await.

      “I’d say pretty damn fast? You’ll definitely feel the wind on your face and your clothes flapping in the air. Word of warning. If you gotta hang on to something, do it ‘fore I start picking up the speed. Jus’ in case, don’t wanna end up havin’ you losin’ balance or somethin--”

      Oh. That was... a quick answer. She’s fast to jump the gun. He likes that.

      “Sounds like a done deal to me. Front it is.” No one is complaining here... he scoots back a bit on the motorcycle’s seat, affixing his helmet more safely to his head, and making sure that everything was in place to start the ignition. “Step right up an’ take a seat.” She will be embellished by his chiseled chest and perfectly toned arms in the process. Neat.

[mobian-of-science]

The terrifying outside.

[efrikanengine]

mobian-of-science‌:

Albino listened attentively to the conversation outside. Apparently they weren’t caught. That was definitely a good thing. Maybe it will be alright after all… But what about the village folks? People who watched her grow up, who took care of her until she was adopted?..

The moment of calm was immediately interrupted by the wave if panic and sorrow which made her eyes water even more. No! Please, no… She couldn’t be crying for them now! Not when they were surrounded by all those other soldiers…

Now come to think of it… That Jones was speaking in a respectful way when he was talking to the buffalo. That must mean that he is one of them… So… Why was he saving her? Keeping her in secret?

One part of her really wanted to believe that he is just a kind person who took pity on her but the other… It was a sinister whisper. It was telling her horrible things. All that could happen to her. Not just simple death. Maybe torture, maybe he will sell her for experiments, maybe, maybe… So many ‘maybe’ were driving the poor mouse insane. It was impossible to handle. Albino reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a pack of pills. She popped one out and put it into her mouth shivering so much she was barely able to swallow it. The small scientist used soporific all the time. It was helping her fall asleep and see nothing. It was calming. It was her only escape.

Soon enough the chemist started dosing off. Her thoughts became hazy and for a moment Flask felt very thankful to Axel for keeping such a soft pace. It was perfect to lull her to sleep. Albino leaned onto the buffalo’s back and nuzzled her head into it before completely falling into the dark void of slumber, which would protect her for the rest of their travel…

      With mostly all pressing matters squared away, and now on a trip back home, the buffalo continued to hold the pack carrying Flask in it close to his body. This girl has been through so much in so little. Bit hard not to feel some empathy, maybe a little pity, for someone who was freshly rescued from what can now be considered a ghost town. Whether or not she knows the truth as to what happened is beyond him as it stands. They could go over these details later. For now, he deserves to sit down and relax.

      It was only a few hours later that the transport ship had drawn near his headquarters. Taking the rucksack and very carefully strapping it to his back once again, the buffalo reached out for the climbing rope held steady by the roller it was attached to, and attached the hook to the harness integrated in his jacket.

      With this, he’d rappel downwards, safely landing on the ground below and unhooking the rope from the aforementioned harness. After speaking an all-clear command into his transceiver, the transport ship pilot proceeded to leave the area, leaving Axel to his own business.

      “Guess home’s where the hurt is.”

      The garage door leading into his workshop was pulled up and open by the Eggboss, who crouched his way across and let the shutter fall closed behind him. Home, sweet home. Better set his backpack down and see if Flask is still okay...

[efrikanengine]

infxnatum‌:

Aurora was so out of it at the moment, she didn’t think about the fact that he’d have to open the door for her. Figuring it would be automatic, or unlocked. She ended up waiting with a hand dripping moisture down the door until he came over to open it with a retinal scan. “Thanks…” A curt response before heading inside, holding the wet jacket close.

The vixen could feel an almost immediate difference, while it wasn’t entirely different, still a hot room in a desert, it was much better than being in direct line of the sun. She looked around with her crimson gaze, examining the room, figuring out the air flow with whatever might have been in it.

“It’ll be best if the door’s closed…not like I can run away from here exactly, so there’s nothing to worry about.” She didn’t know how to close it, if it needed the same way as opening or if it was automated. But she waited to see if it did close, either way, before setting work trying to cool off.

A nice enclosed space, an environment she could control. The water on her body, and on Axel’s close wasn’t a lot, but it would be enough. First shifting it all into a single point, before setting it all across the room as a thick fog. She had to focus a lot to ensure that it was a cool fog, not a hot steam.

Feeling the way it moved in the air, she spread it as best she could into every nook and cranny, wanting to coat everything, insulate it all with the next step. Once satisfied, she crystallized the fog, frosted everything. This took even more effort, having to keep it from melting long enough so that it stayed stable, when she could maintain it almost passively.

A bit of red dripped down her snout, over-straining herself. Not the first time, some jobs had risks like this, she’d be fine after a rest.  As soon as she felt she could deal with it from here, she moved to sit down on the nearest available thing. “I’m ready…make it quick, don’t let the heat in.”

      The door closed down as quickly as it had been opened, once the vixen stepped in and made herself at home. The lobby area appears to be mostly untouched. This place doesn’t get too many visitors, it’s only cleaned once or twice a month or so, to ensure it’s in tiptop shape for Eggman’s surprise inspections. 

      With how often that man likes to check on things, one wonders what all he can get done in whatever spare free time he’s got left...

      “Alright, I’ll make this brief.” Definitely for the better. The trail of red moving down her nostril didn’t exactly escape his attention. It pays off to be perceptive sometimes. With that alone, Axel could easily tell just how much she was straining herself to keep this place at the perfect temperature. Only after ensuring nothing and no one was watching or listening in to them, he decided to pipe up.

      “I want what’s best for my boys above all. I’m sure I’ve kinda’ condemned myself to a life working for that man by getting these cybernetics installed on me.” At least he’s being forthcoming with his stance on the Empire, and what it asks of him.

      “If I had another choice back then, working for Dr. Eggman would’ve definitely been somewhat low in my bucket list. Had to surrender part of my free will to get as far as I did. It was kind of stupid, but it was necessary. Was either this, or living in the streets, workin’ as an escort to put food on my plate.”

      “If it benefits my men as much as it benefits me, I’ll take whatever it is you’re offering. But it’s gonna take some doing to move on from this job. ‘specially when it left scars a bit more deep than I’d have wanted ‘em to be.”

[efrikanengine]

"Oh silly, silly, bikers. Ye should know by now bullets doon't werk on meh~" HER CLOTHES MAY HAVE BEEN RIPPED TO SHREDS OFF HER BODY BUT THE CHIMERA AND ICECREAM LIVES ON

      “...oh shIT SHE’S IMMORTAL OR SOMETHING, FUCKING RUN”

      “GOD DAMN I DON’T WANT TO DIE”

      “SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!”

      The angry mob leaves. Only Axel is left standing when the dust clears... damn.

[efrikanengine]

Since you shot my BFF and wifey no Blowjobs for you for a week :/

      “...just be glad we didn’t fire the RPGs.”

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doctor-2-insane-andfriends replied to your post:       They won’t kill her. Just take her away for...

(do the death you coward >:V

      I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF THIRTY AK-47′S POURING 7.62X39mm LEAD INTO THE AIR IN A BLAZE OF GLORY TO RESCUE A CHIMERA FROM HELL ON EARTH

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earthcried replied to your post:       They won’t kill her. Just take her away for...

dad im now grounded because of you

      RATATATATATATATATATATAT--

[efrikanengine]

      They won’t kill her. Just take her away for safekeeping.

      ... sure they’re riding in fucking formation and firing assault rifles into the air, grenades and rocket launchers at the ready and everything

      but they won’t kill her god damn

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whcreofadevil replied to your post:       “We have to get to the source of this issue....

Kill my wife I kill you

      how about NO

      you crazy hell bastard

[efrikanengine]

      “We have to get to the source of this issue. I want you boys in squads.” They’re standing over a tactically traced world map and everything. Someone is getting to the source of this. “Le Mans, take squad Iota to the front, right now. I’ll circle it on your PDA. You need to shut down as many ice cream businesses as possible.”

      “Roger that, Chief.”

      “Eagle, you and the demolition crew follow ‘em behind. We’re destroying those buildings and not leaving a single trace behind. Not even rubble.”

      “You got it.”

      “Johnny, you an’ your squad stick to me. Stay sharp. We have to find the one that started all of this, pronto. Let’s do this fast and do this right, got it, men? Find that chimera!”

[efrikanengine]

      Gags audibly at the fuckin g pun