Glaciated Archer

[KH OC ask/inspiration blog.] Organization member nºXVII.

[kaxiir]

[kaxiir]

¿Alguna vez sonríes?

[tr: Do you ever smile?]

And why should I? It’s not that relevant, after all. I’m busy minding my own business, perhaps you should be doing the same.

[kaxiir]

[kaxiir]

No voy a consentir que me faltes al respeto de esa forma tan burda y soez. Quizá te interese recapacitar y cortarte la lengua la próxima vez.

[kaxiir]

[kaxiir]

Anything exciting going on? How have your missions been? :0c

Well–

I guess routine could be considered exciting by itself. Few events here and there, reports, one or two new faces… nothing special. 

I know, it’s been a long time since I last said anything. 

[swoooonamis]

Don’t talk to me or to my sons ever again

[musesgonnamuse]

Send “✒” and I will draw a picture of our muses together.

[kaxiir]

[My apologies for inactivity. Have a quick Kax concept]

[quaking-heartstrings-blog]

@kaxiir

Lately, it seemed like Cor was being let outside of her chamber more often than usual. The girl wasn’t used to having this much space to roam, especially without a chaperone. The Castle That Never Was seemed to go on forever, and it didn’t help that room and hallway looked nearly identical. How anyone could navigate the castle was beyond her. Hopefully she’d be able to find her way back to the chamber later on.

Her eyes were tiring of seeing only shades of gray when a shock of blue hair caught her attention. Though it was a long and pulled back, it reminded her of her mother, still trapped in the Chamber of Repose. Cor couldn’t help but admire it from where she stood.

[kaxiir]

 Her footsteps stopped.

 Red eyes turned to meet the blue ones already set on her. Who… was she? Frowning for barely an instant, slightly tightened the grip on the folder that she was carrying against her chest. It contained reports from her last mission completed, and she was just about to hand them in. Silence remained for a while, seeming endless at first.

 “What are you doing here, miss?” she finally worded, almost whispering. Even if the blue-haired didn’t know the identity of the other one, the latter seemed… different from the inhabitants of the Castle. “Are you lost?” she added.

[kaxiir]

//Would anyone be interested if I accepted rp threads?

[kaxiir]

[Images have captions]

Please consider someone with enough knowledge about the subject. Or just anyone else. Thank you for your time.

[kaxiir]

Gyxan.- NEEEEEEEE, Would you write that report for me...?*Moans* Today's mission was just a pain in the ass.

That’s out of the question.

[kaxiir]

Do the Pranksters have a "bird sanctuary", or something similar to one? What's your relationship with them like?

Well– they gather indeed at a certain place. I wouldn’t consider it a sanctuary, it’s only an abandoned skyscraper. Although it may seem suspicious, they just like to chill there, chirping nonsense at each other when no one is there to watch them. Silly creatures…

Somehow they kind of respect me, but I /doubt/ they can actually understand my orders. Simple minds, fragments of distorted voices that can’t be heard anymore. At least they seem to be trainable. Major Pranksters make a perfect mean of transport.

[swoooonamis]

Who am I? I’m a puppet in their game

 Inktober stuff, featuring Kax & co. I really like how this one turned out :D

[askxigbar]

I’ve seen my share of them all, creative as an be…

But why would you ever want someone to be stuck in this line of work…?

EXIL | MINX | KAXIIR

[swoooonamis]

What is this feeling, so sudden and new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing. My head is reeling My face is flushing. What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yes… Yes

Loathing!