'Ere to 'elp. If the price is right.

Independent rp/ask blog for Davis Pickle from Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel. Multiverse. MUN IS OVER 18 BUT MUSE IS NOT!!! Please read rules before interacting. OOC posts tagged with #{Out Scrounging}.

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Official Hiatus Notice

[So, over my time in Tumblr RPing, I’ve noticed a trend in my productivity. It seems that I’m only able to manage 2 blogs at a time, and any more translates into a complete lack of getting anything done. So for the foreseeable future, this blog will be on hiatus.

If you’d still like to RP with me, or just want to keep up with what I’m doing, the two blogs I’ll have active are @linkedpower, my twin siren OCs that I keep seeming to gravitate to, and @parascls, a new blog I’m starting for Neo from RWBY.]

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Official Hiatus Notice

[So, over my time in Tumblr RPing, I’ve noticed a trend in my productivity. It seems that I’m only able to manage 2 blogs at a time, and any more translates into a complete lack of getting anything done. So for the foreseeable future, this blog will be on hiatus.

If you’d still like to RP with me, or just want to keep up with what I’m doing, the two blogs I’ll have active are @linkedpower, my twin siren OCs that I keep seeming to gravitate to, and @parascls, a new blog I’m starting for Neo from RWBY.]

[linkedpower]

Where have I been?

[The short answer is putting my blood, sweat, and tears into making a D&D campaign that’ll be the best my friends have ever played. Just as a point of reference, I created an entire continent complete with it’s own history, government, and religion. There has been so much damn effort put into this and I show no signs of slowing.]

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[I really do wanna make a Dwight blog tho]

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Tagged by: @sgtclappy-trappy​

rules: Post TEN CHARACTERS you’d like to roleplay as, are roleplaying, have roleplayed as & might bring back then TAG TEN people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). Please REPOST instead of reblogging.

[Gonna just go over canon characters, because all of my active rp blogs besides Pickle are ocs but aNYWAY-]

WANT TO BRING BACK:

Cayde-6 (Destiny) [Only played him a short time]

mY AI ANGEL THAT I GAVE UP ON I LOVED HER SO MUCH

Maybe Rhys? I kinda liked playing him but the rp community is still so saturated with Rhys’

Maya, but just a little bit

WANT TO RP IN THE FUTURE:

RedBelly (Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel!)

Max Caulfield (Life is Strange)

Dwight Fairfield (Dead by Daylight)

Piper Wright (Fallout 4)

Shayne & Aurox (Battleborn)

Junkrat/Roadhog (Overwatch) [Either only do one, or have both on the same blog]

Tagging: [Anyone that wants to give it a go]

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“More Vaulters, eh? Wonder if I could get ‘em t’do some runnin’ around fer me…,” the child mumbled to himself.

“Anyways, I stowed away on a Hyperion supply ship. Funny really, they never check inside the bloody things ‘fore they blast off. Real tricky job that was, but that’s a story fer another day.

“Sorry ta ‘ear ya’ not doin’ so well though. Whatever ‘appened to yer combat subroutines anyhow? Prolly would be a ‘uge ‘elp these days.”

[sgtclappy-trappy]

“Don’t have ‘m anymore.” His voice started to crackle, “Jack took them away from me. He took away everything away from me and then dumped me into this garbage hole! I HATE HIM!”

“Sorry…I get really worked up about him. But enough about that before I blow a fuse. How was the ride on the supply ship?”

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“It was alright, ya’ know? Little bit of’a bouncy ride comin’ through the atmosphere, but what’a’ya gonna do?” He gave a little shrug. There wasn’t too much to say about it really. Pickle did remember one thing, however.

“Oh yeah! Get yer peepers, er, peeper, on this!” He reached down to his storage deck and tapped the side, digistructing a Logan’s Gun in his hand.

“I nicked it from one of the storage crates. Must’a been haulin’ some munitions down ta’ the planet. I ‘ear this gun is legendary! Tried t’sell it on the black market, but no one seems t’want it! Keep sayin’ it’s trash! Can’t even wrap me ‘ead ‘round it.”

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@halfpintfingersmith

                      ❝ Do you need anything?                                                Or… can I deliver these to Zed? ❞

A small nod to the bag in her hand, a plastic one with supplies or at least she hoped it was. She k -new better than to look inside, she learned from he last time.

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He cocked an eyebrow under his helmet. A delivery for Zed? That could only be one of two things, and there was no way to tell which was more likely. Pickle silently hoped it was nothing... gruesome, but with the good doctor, it was all too possible.

“Nah, nothin’ I need. But are ya’ sure you wanna deliver that? Do ya’ even know what yer carryin’?”

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Icebreaker starters!

"Are you alright?"

"Can you open this for me?"

"Where am I?"

"Who are you?"

"It's freezing out here!"

"Can you show me where the nearest store is?"

"Have you seen my pet anywhere?"

"How did you find me?"

"Can I hide here for a few minutes?"

"What are you making?"

"Help! Someone help me!"

"I'm lost..."

"That smells delicious!"

"I can't do this!"

"I think this is your mail."

"Is that mine? I've been looking everywhere for this!"

"Run!"

"That was close..."

"How did you find this place?"

"Is this yours?"

"I think you dropped this."

"I've been robbed!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Is this your home?"

"Step into the light, so I can see you..."

"It's dark in here!"

"It's so hot outside!"

"Is that fire?"

"Happy Unbirthday!"

"What's that?"

"Why am I here?"

"Can you help me find something?"

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[Sorry for the inactivity. Work’s had me running around like crazy on wacky schedules, but now I think I have a good amount of time to rp again.]

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@sgtclappy-trappy

“Oi! Clappy! ‘ow ya doin’ mate?” The fingersmith patted the top of the robot’s chassis affectionately. “Ya ‘ave any interestin’ adventures since ya left the moon? Found any shiny pieces’a loot?”

It had been a while since he’d gotten to catch up with Claptrap, what with there being hundreds of miles of space between them.

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He couldn’t believe his eye. It was Davis Pickle, the one who helped him back on the moon when Clappy still had cool ‘kapew-kapew’ powers.

“Ever since Jack backstabbed me, I haven’t been doing much ‘cept helping out other vault hunters and constantly being on the brink of death and crying and y’know. Really brings me back to my days. But…how did you get here? You were on the moon with me and it’s not like you have a spaceship lying around!”

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“More Vaulters, eh? Wonder if I could get ‘em t’do some runnin’ around fer me...,” the child mumbled to himself.

“Anyways, I stowed away on a Hyperion supply ship. Funny really, they never check inside the bloody things ‘fore they blast off. Real tricky job that was, but that’s a story fer another day.

“Sorry ta ‘ear ya’ not doin’ so well though. Whatever ‘appened to yer combat subroutines anyhow? Prolly would be a ‘uge ‘elp these days.”

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@sgtclappy-trappy

“Oi! Clappy! ‘ow ya doin’ mate?” The fingersmith patted the top of the robot’s chassis affectionately. “Ya ‘ave any interestin’ adventures since ya left the moon? Found any shiny pieces’a loot?”

It had been a while since he’d gotten to catch up with Claptrap, what with there being hundreds of miles of space between them.

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“Huh. You’d think they’d send someone with a li’l more management experience. N-not to offend attall. Was jus’ sayin’.”

He shifted slightly in his seat. Talking to adults was weird. Talking about corporate jobs was even weirder. How did anything ever get done when someone of questionable decision making skills was in charge?

“Honestly though, if you were keepin’ that thing in the sky, ya’ gotta at least ‘ave some merit about’cha. Probably would make a better CEO than the one ya’ got now.” The child said this as though he knew anything about the corporate world.

[helioshero]

The man frowned at the younger, but upon realisation that the child clearly didn’t know better because he had no one to teach him what was right, he sighed. Jack himself was a father, being able to tell when a child had no one there for him wasn’t too difficult, but the fact that he never had anyone there for him in his own childhood made the feeling so much more recognisable.

  Deciding not to pry any and all feelings out from the younger, the programmer simply ignored his first remark. “ You really think so, kiddo’? I’ve been tryin’ ta’ get to the top more years than you’ve been alive, and lemme tell ya’— it’s much harder than it actually seems. Bunch a legal work, bunch a bullcrap—— er’ i mean… bad things thrown at you, haha.  “

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“Sounds like it. All’a that corporate mumbo jumbo don’t make a lick’a sense t’me. I mean, ya’ work hard to try t’make a few bucks, but the guy above ya’ gets a promotion fer doin’ jack squat and takin’ yer credit!” He actually sounded genuinely annoyed over the ECHO. He felt himself filling with irritation, and had to take a breath to calm down.

“That’s why I’m stayin’ independent. Everyone should be entitled t’what they work for, yeah?”

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Starter Call

[Throwing this down because I’m finally getting motivation to write once again. All drafts I had saved will be continued, but feel free to like this for something new.

If there’s a specific plot you want, shoot me a message.]

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Starter Call

[Throwing this down because I’m finally getting motivation to write once again. All drafts I had saved will be continued, but feel free to like this for something new.

If there’s a specific plot you want, shoot me a message.]

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Starter Call

[Throwing this down because I’m finally getting motivation to write once again. All drafts I had saved will be continued, but feel free to like this for something new.

If there’s a specific plot you want, shoot me a message.]

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@verygoodatkilling

“I tell ya’ mate, it’s awful nice to finally be eye-to-eye with someone ‘round ‘ere. Er, no offense’r nothin’.” It really was meant to be a harmless statement. Pickle always had to talk up to adults. Plus, they always end up talking down to him.

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“Heh, none taken amigo. Just the way it is, you know?” What helped was that the dwarf had numerous ways to kill anyone that pissed him off, but that probably wouldn’t be a cool thing to do to a kid. Still he was from Elpis, right? “Tell you what though. If you still feel like you need to make it up to me, just get me some of those lasers and we’ll call it even, sí?”

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“Ya’ want lasers eh?” He tapped the side of his helmet in thought for a moment.

“Now that I think about it, I do still ‘ave some buddies up on the moon. Makin’ the trek meself would be a bit rough, but I’m sure I could get ‘em to piggyback a shipment onto a supply drop. Normally, they’d be worth a pretty penny down ‘ere. But for a vault ‘unter? No charge!”

He finished the sentence with a flourish of his arms, really trying to drive home how good of a deal it was. Giving out free stuff was rare for the fingersmith, but he made an exception this one time. Being on a vault hunter’s good side was definitely beneficial.