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//So after thinking for some time, I decided to archive this blog, not delete it completely. The reason is simple: is hard to keep an rp blog as a side blog honestly and I prefer to make a new main blog this. Of course deleting it didn’t pass through my mind since I cherish a lot of the interactions that I made here and the opportunities I got to write with new folks from different rpcs, y’all are lovely and I appreciate what y’all offer with the writing and all the things included.

Anyway, the new main blog will have the same name like this one, it will take me some time to create the new one since I plan on adding a bunch more of muses that I feel inclined for lately. 

With that said, y’all can find me in either @cryomistrss and @hellspectr for any doubts or just if you want to roleplay or talk in general. I will see y’all soon.

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cryomistrss said:@eriidia: “You’re really red right now.” from Tanya :3

“You know how I can get during kombat.”  Her back was to the wall, Tanya standing a few feet before her…if the air wasn’t already thick with tension, the smirk she wore and low tone she spoke with certainly made sure of it.  “The exertion, the blood pumping ever faster through my veins…I can’t help getting a bit heated.”

@eriidia​

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It could also be the fire in her veins from the close contact between their skins, could tell those changes easily with an expert observation, learned those signs from her body too well. It could be that, it could be her teasing smirk. “Oh I’ve noticed it, you just can’t contain it.” The sweat on her skin would dissipate as her blood rushes underneath her skin, glowing veins adorn her torso until their light fades away. “I was hoping that it would be because of me.” A shame, her face looks slightly hurt.

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[eriidia-archived]

//Not dead yet but dealing with the dread of existing, I plan to be at LEAST a little active tomorrow here in this blog.

[dwelture-blog]

Could you kindly  reblog this  if you’re either a TEKKEN roleplayer              or if you are willing to roleplay with one

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//Well shit now the rp Tekken community is thriving I think is a great moment to make a promo with Alisa only.

[straymuses]

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[maximummusesarch]

eriidia‌:

Keeps her eye on him, assertive as always, this is just a falcon scanning the land before striking over the rat, but she didn’t come out to hunt this time, the camera remains in her bag for as long as it’s needed, there’s no necessity in pulling it out right now. There’s this issue, even if her steps are steady, the crowd around her would make all of this more difficult, there must be another way to get him without starting a fuss. Enters an alley that knows well, will get to him to the other side, or could simply jump to the rooftop and inspect from there. Uses her strength to reach for the emergency stairs, third floor, everything is too quiet.

Therein lies Frank’s advantage; he simply doesn’t care as much about starting a small fuss.  He makes his way through the crowd, fighting against the current of walkers and gently shoving people to the side if need be.  He reaches the alley soon enough, and fades into the darkness.  Once there, he moves slowly, pulling out a small handgun from the inside of his jacket.  He doesn’t intend to shoot it… but it’s better to be safe in New York than it was to be principled.  You don’t live as far as Frank has by sticking to your principles and nothing but; you have to compromise.

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By using the camera in her bag it gave her a certain advantage over the normal average view, the technology of these cameras provides the security to apprehend every single detail from the human form. From their wrinkles left by the pass of time to the scars left by acne and stupid pimples -fucking acne, she hated it back on high school-. Zoomed in as much as she could to obtain loyal images of his figure, and notices the exact moment this stranger pulls out the gun. She knew it! The camera is back in her bag as she falls from the emergency stairs, knew that the impact of her feet against the concrete would alert strangers. Jessica manages to land just a few inches from him, right behind him, her left hand pressed the palm against his mouth meanwhile the other pushed him forward against the wall. “We could do this nicely and your fucking face won’t be so busted by the end.”

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“Of course! You didn’t think I will?” It’s notorious in his face how her reaction came out as surprising, he must be so lonely in this world after all, what is left out there for him but an infinite solitude? She’s unaware of his social circle or the people around him, but the energy he gives is the one of a lonely man. The sword insists, but gives him the chance to fight back, turning this practice into a chain of opportunities, for him, it could be a different experience, something out of his own normal, a piece of how her own life feels like. “Your broken pride will be safe with me.” Her smirk seems too confident, and she waits.

“I haven’t      most would not.” He wants to say more, but somehow, not sharing in his pain for once would be a nice change of pace. They’ve both known horror, and know the horror of what they are, she somehow can still shine bright. He isn’t sure if he’s felt this comfortable around someone before, that part of him still remains lost to him outside of journal entries and fleeting flashes of moments passed. He shakes his head, focusing once more on the fight he currently found himself in. Win or lose, they wouldn’t be splitting up for the foreseeable future. Her comment causes a devious smirk to manifest on his features. “Do not be so sure of yourself, my dear. The one thing I haven’t forgotten is my way around a blade.” 

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“That’s exactly what I hoped for.” Even if others can see it, there’s this constant grief inside of her heart, it grows without giving hints or even being so noticeable of the speed that is increasing. Cassandra wouldn’t notice it either at first, but cannot ignore it sometimes, dwelling in a corner of her heart and devouring little by little her best parts. This works as a distraction, either way of how this will end, the outcome will help her to forget about this toxic grief. “Don’t blink now.” He could probably have foreseen it by judging the expression of determination in her face, how to blade clashes and swings from one angle to the other with increased speed, provoke his determination to answer back.

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Blue eyes couldn’t contain the shock of the news, how… how the hell did he even die in the first place? All of these days he’s been walking with them, talking like a normal person, then… he was dead all this time? Gold Experience, as far as she knows, could ‘heal’ others but in a more intricate way that she could barely understand. 

“This is… this is my fault?” Even if her voice made the sentence sound more like a question, it was a realistic assumption for her. The tower, everything happened there, her own father almost killed her there, for what reasons exactly? She doesn’t want to dwell too much in what Diavolo could even think of her but it is impossible since Bruno is still inside of that body. The sight of Sticky Fingers merging from his figure confirmed her worries. “It is my fault, right? All of this is because of me…”

[unzipmybody-deactivated20200218]

He reached out and touched her shoulders in a way that was very unlike the man she was seeing.

“No, it’s Diavolo’s fault, he’s the one who sliced me open. Giorno just didn’t get to my body in time and for a moment I felt like  was floating, but then I was back in my body and awake again. He must have given the body enough life to continue our mission for a short amount of time. “He had accepted that he was dead, but the body he was in, was still living.

“Oddly I can’t leave it again either, I’ve actually tried to, like before when Diavolo was still possessing someone, I could easily leave it to destroy the orbs, but now I can’t. “ He pulled his hand back and looked over at the other’s just as Mista found the decimated body of Bruno, he started to freak out which was understandable. “ I- I don’t know what to do.”

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Does her best not to flinch... the view is horrifying and provokes this slight but notorious tremble from her lips. Oh god, how could this be reverted? Nobody else must know that this tragedy took place, Trish had better luck in sharing the same body with Mista, regardless of how odd it felt to be in it, not to mention the clear differences. This is worse than that.

“S-so it means... it means that you’re actually dead for real?” Could think that this happened back in the tower when Bruno fought against Diavolo to return to the boat with her. Learning the truth about his own state didn’t calm her down at all. Seeing the actual body of their leader was indeed traumatic for Trish as well, who simply fell onto her knees as she began to weep, just a few hours before they’ve lost Narancia forever, and now this...

“T-tell the-em... tell them who you truly are!”

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“Excuse me… excuse me?” Her language protocol changed for it to speak in this understandable English, it seems it seemed to be the one she heard the most from those around her, but nobody seemed to listen to her.  “Please? Someone could tell me what is this place?” Even if her head began to spin on her neck to attract the attention of a stranger in the middle of the tumult of people, the loud noises of the city were far greater than her voice.

[archive--not-completely-human]

People in Iron City are always too busy tending to their own business to stop and lend a hand to anyone who may need some assistance. Maybe it’s because they didn’t see her or perhaps they couldn’t hear her voice, the crowds are rowdy, the louder noises block out anything that’s low in volume. Especially here in the South District. 

It’s where most of Iron City’s entertainment is. Kansas Bar is in the south, and that place is always busy. But Alita came out to visit the bookstore to buy a couple new books to read; Kansas Bar is better at night, anyway. 

People are too busy to pay attention to some random stranger looking for help. Except Alita. She’d recently left the bookstore and stopped when she seen the woman walking around aimlessly asking for help. Rushing back home wasn’t exactly a priority. 

It’s easy to get lost, and she definitely looked lost. Alita approached the woman, giving eye contact and offering a smile on her face to show acknowledgement. “ Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said. Do you need help? ” 

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How amazing for her eyes is this place, even if people couldn’t hear her over the general natural noise of the city, her eyes scanned the different structures around her, how they are constructed and even perceiving the materials. It seems that this city could be overpopulated, with people from different origins, there were many that presented signs of using cybernetics, not to enhance themselves but replace something that has been lost. Did a war took place in here?

According to her own analyses, the levels of oxygen here are still optimal for these people to live a normal life, there were scents of food and other kinds of smells she has never sensed before. Could get lost in here and never come back to her own reality, would it be so bad if she stayed here for a little more?

Heard the voice of another girl speaking, this one... might not be exactly human due to the physiology of her face and structure. “Sorry, yes, could you please tell me where am I exactly? It’s a long story...”

[maximummusesarch]

eriidia‌:

“𝐖𝐡𝐚- ?” Do they even know? That now Oddinson is completely unworthy to lift Mjolnir, perhaps the news hasn’t reached every corner of the universe, it’s still somewhat scandalous for some. “𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐎𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

“The Odinson?  Unworthy?”  Bill believed in no gods, for they found the belief in such things to be obscene.  But Thor was more than a god.  He was an oathbrother to Bill, a friend whom they had relied on time and time again.  “Aye, Odinsdottir.  Let us make haste.”

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“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐰.” Only 3 people across the universe knew what those words exactly were, and she is not one of those. Trust’s Mjolnir enough to believe in its power, but cannot deny the worry it awakes to see Thor no longer like himself. “𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫. 𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫.”

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“Give it time. The day is young.” There’s a time and a place for blowing things up. Right now is nither of them. He just hopes she’s a better guard than she is a judge of character. “You go ahead, I’ll stay here and make sure we all don’t die horribly.”

His ear twitches as he sits in thought for a brief minute. Trying to think of what else can be done to finally get those numbers to fucking freeze in place. Perhaps, he’s looking at this from the wrong perspective. Maybe it would help to take a look on the inside.

A careful blast as to not rush the clock further, Rocket’s able to cut a hole just large enough to squeeze in between the metal. Much as he hated being small at times, this wasn’t one of them. There’s lights and wires, chips and all things that beep and go boop. His fingers twitch with a nervous gulp. So many precious minutes tick by ever so fast. A conjunction of red wires catches his eye. He gets an idea. It’s stupid. But a stupid idea is all he has right now.

“Sparky, I’m gonna pull one’a these red ones!” He yells over his shoulder back to her. “Tell me what happens!” 

The engineer holds his breath, and he pulls them apart with a spark.

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To receive orders is not always in her list of things to do, neither when it comes from a talking raccoon -did she mention how disappointed and angered he turns out to be if you call him ‘raccoon’?-. This is out of her area of expertise now, let’s handle the technical part to the weird creature, even though so far until now it hasn’t treated her like she has seen he treats others before. Might be an exception? The nickname perhaps is a sign that he likes her or has become tolerable enough.

The goddess nods and as she walks to a certain spot where she could watch over, Mjolnir is placed over her shoulder from a position in which she could strike quickly and attack. Thor knows exactly what to do if danger appears from the horizon, what if it was a horde of dark elves hunting them down to steal their technology? 

“𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞?” She comes in a rush when her nickname is pronounced, points Mjolnir at the strange device right at the moment when the red wire is pulled, in hopes that if there is a discharge of electricity it would be absorbed by the hammer and not affect the furry friend. However, the little spark... didn’t present any sort of hazard.

“𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?” Truly? Are they?

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“If it wasn’t for Gamora and the rest, I’d have gutted you several days ago, but I made a promise to not hurt you or the rest.” Such a hard promise to keep, would need to learn a few more things about ‘companionship’ perhaps more, but Rocket -he looks exactly like a fox would look like- must be the most unbearable member of the team. Quill takes the second place. “Watch your own back, if you leave my side you’ll be mostly dead or ripped apart.”

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“Believe me, if I liked Gamora even a smidge less, I’d take ya apart and use your scraps to fix up the ship!”

The two of them were now stuck together because the universe seemed to hate him apparently. It has no problem taking away the rest of his family, but it has no problem leaving him with the same cyborg maniac who tried to kill him and the other guardians numerous times. Now it’s just the two of them, trying and failing to get along.

“I don’t need you to watch over me, I’d be fine with or without you.”

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Talking animals tend to be extremely disgusting, could be from the horrible smell that lingers from their fur or their antics, even if they can speak doesn’t mean they have manners. Clearly, Rocket lacked everything that could make him ‘likable’ for Nebula, how did Gamora handle this insanity? For starters, she can’t even understand HOW Gamora could find Rocket delightful enough to keep him around. “If you want to be by yourself, is not my problem, this forest contains dangerous creatures, poisonous herbs, and toxic spores. My own biology has been enhanced to deal with hazardous conditions... You, on the other hand...”

He can guess by himself that she called him ‘weak creature’ without saying it, even if a technological process has been executed on this mammal.

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@eriidia​/ @cryomistrss​​​​​ Asked:

“ someone has to stop them. “ from Trish 👀

   SHE HAD FOUND OTHERS, others that were just like her. Others that were BLESSED in a way that the rest of society could never begin to understand. A group that was on a journey of their own, just as she herself was. And, from the moment GO JUNIOR! GO SENIOR! would leap and levitate itself forward towards the pink-haired sis’ own COMPANION. And emitted an all-too delighted SQUEAK, they knew that they had finally found an ALLY in one another. 

   Especially in the midst of all the CHAOS and DANGER that their side had apparently gotten themselves into. The reality itself would come crashing down on her like a FLYING ICE-CREAM TRUCK that had lost its wings, as she listened all-too intently about all that have gone through, as they raced towards their goal.

   “… An’ dat’s y’all, ain’t it?” AWE would paint itself across her features then. As ADMIRATION would sparkle across wide eyes themselves. It was frightening, hearing what and who they had to go up against. These teenagers who were honestly no older than she was… throwing themselves into one life-threatening situation after another. And, it only made things worst that Itsuki herself KNEW that they were still holding back a little around her, and that this was only but a small part of an ever expanding tale, “… Where will y’all be headin’ next, sis?”

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The kid must be protected, as much as she possesses a Stand just like you, her soul is worthy to see the final dawn of her life, we must not leave her behind.

The murmurs of Spice Girl could only be heard by her own user, a portion of Trish’s consciousness is deposited in this reflection of her soul. Once she was too afraid to deal with the danger, the fear of not having what her other teams have, these powers that just a handful of people could own and perceive. The kid didn’t seem to represent any sort of danger towards the gang.

“It seems like Rome is our next stop, we must continue until we can finally be safe from... well, you know who.” To speak about Diavolo is still a challenge in her eyes, to even pronounce his name fills her with guilt and reaches every cell. There is nothing that could be similar between both, by the end of the day, Trish is simply the other side of the moon of his father’s devilish antics.

“If you see anything strange around your range of vision, let us know, these new enemies appearing are not those that we can simply ignore and not leave them out of the picture.” Brave words come out of her own mouth as if she knew too well what she’s speaking of, perhaps is Spice Girl speaking through her mouth this time.