CHASING RIGHTS

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INDIE & SEMI- SELECTIVE. MIXED MEDIA MULTI-MUSE FT. SARIA.  Reblog or Like for interactions.  JUDGED BY UME.

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SCREAMS. 

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just when her smoke break was about to start... 

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she too, likes to hunt idiots. 

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amnesicmaiden​:

“You’re going to make your breasts bigger?! They don’t to get bigger for him!” Seira, you’re getting the wrong idea…

cups on her womanly assets, squeezing them. purposely to tease the idiotic doctor.

“Maybe I should get size H boobs. Give him a booba hat when he clocks out of work!”

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cadcnce​:

“Do you have your training regimen set?”

“Oh heyyy~ It’s zaddy number 2. Not mine but you know, <3.” W smirks, orbs sparklin at him. 

“Of course! I plan on working out on how to be a girlboss 101!!”

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“GOALS FOR 2023! I AM GOTTA BECOME A BUSTY BABE FOR JESTER!”

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@lawdriven​ replied to this:  w. “Girl, we need to cure your need for blood to be spilled, then hook you with books or drinking.”

Kuranta ears flick curiously at the sound of another operator. Her grumbling has attracted attention? Sometimes things just work out. Catching sight of the Sarkaz, our organizer-clutching researcher beams a smile.

“But now that you’re here it’s already cured! You always get up to such interesting things, Operator W!” Dot dot dot. “Wait! Oh I don’t need to spill blood, not outside the battlefield anyway! That was just a figure of speech, silly!” A playful (if slightly disconcerting) chuckle follows from the charger vanguard. “I need something to do, all my work at the lab today is finished.”

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Huh-? 

For a moment, a simple frame within movements, the Sarkaz seemed genuinely puzzled, frozen even, from that lightly disconcerting chuckle. Only to play up her jester’s acts, assuming fourth teasing this Kuranta. “Oh? You just /need/ to do something right? What’s your method of payment, Researcher?” 

W slowly walks forward, hips swaying & playful. Devilish tail squishing, revealing itself from it’s hiding place. “What about bombs? Upgrading my gun? Or...” She leans close, batting crimson eyes. “Letting me test some weapons you may have created, hm?” 

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current brainrot... Saria.... my beloved...

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Zofia clicks her tongue, swaying her hips. 

“Oh, I’ll handle all the training from here, doctor!”

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amnesicmaiden​:

“We…We don’t need to talk about such things. H-honest!” Oh, to think the hood/mask really wouldn’t help her.

“Oh? What about preparing a baby room? Surely, you don’t have that big of a closet to makeshift one. Naming the baby? Medical bills? Long sleepless nights?”

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A chuckle, poking at hooded doctor. “Too late, next thing I know, you’ll be throwing a baby shower for the child’s gender.” Or, just a baby shower to celebrate.

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CRASHES THOUGH HERE. 

“Congratulations Doctor- in due time, we’ll have a discussion about you leaving work for a few months to recover. Meanwhile, rejoice what you have, take care of yourself, n’ your child.” 

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@stainarts​ / @crackedred​ || I just wanted to poke you.

They don’t know each other, or rather that Sarkaz demolitionist isn’t a familiar to him. Still she’s giving fleeting glances and casual giggles as if she does know something. It could be chalked up as just harmless teasing but she holds herself different. W… She seems the definite type to know more than she lets on.

Wait her out. If she’s casually tailing him around, even if by coincidence, then catching her shouldn’t any troubles here. Well, rather all the chips are placed on that she’ll allow herself the confrontation. A gamble the pays off it seems as he sees the frilly dressed Sarkaz turn the corner, same smirk as always.

     “If you’ve got some type of beef with me then I’d suggest you step on up and come clean with it. You keep staring and staring and you’re going to start grating on my nerves. Recognize me or are you just staring at my brand? Just what are you after from me?”

Mildly agitated is certainly a way to describe him, but he’s not veering quite on the side of hosility just yet. Settle things at the root of the cause and get the mover with. He’d hate to dance around the topic otherwise, moreso when it directly involves him.

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“Oh? You finally noticed my dying affection, Jester?” Redirecting. Pops out the act, crimson jaded jewels lighting up, as if driven by a chemical mixture of obsession & curiosity. Fangs baring, where her right hand places on her hip, opposed of her left, as if she was on guard. “It’s not my faullt we keep encountering like this, maybe fate has something for us.” Pucked her lips. Hinting at a boldface lie, pretending that all this time she ‘bumped’ into him, hoping that maybe one day senpai Jester can help her with these fallen reports, eyes meeting where love blossoms-

Not in a dozen years. 

“I just wanted to know the local clown around here, you made a name for yourself after all~.” Her head tilts, hand resting upon her rough cheek. After all, she didn’t fight a lung for no reason than her target. Even if she lost but that doesn’t matter. 

Slowly, she comes fourth, invading his personal space somewhat by being bit too close for comfort.

“I came to claim your heart!” Sticks her tongue out, purposely pretending she isn’t onto him because he’s sooooo mysterious. 

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lawdriven​:

“…A sandwich?” 

Oh, Jester, you speak in rhymes n’ riddles sometimes! 

     “My specialty! Thinly sliced cured beast meat with mustard, slightly stale yet sub-par potato chips, and past-date bread slices! Only made for the best of brothers!”

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“....No ketchup?”

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“...A sandwich?” 

Oh, Jester, you speak in rhymes n’ riddles sometimes! 

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(Relocated.) @dcviated

Did they really bake you that much cake? Saria thought out loud, suddenly imagining that Raguna has this 3-tier cake baked. Raising an eyebrow to farmer’s offering, genuinely puzzled. Shaking her head lightly, staring down onto Raguna, as if she’s trying to figure out on her response. Part of her wants to say no.; A (bad) habit from her years within working as a prison warden, to being an (ex)-director, choosing to sperate both work & personal life from each other. Building her image, respecting boundaries, as one may put it.

When was the last time she went to a co-worker’s birthday...? It was Silence, but it was after work, invited close friends, and away from gossiping employees.

On the other hand, it would be a terrible waste of cake- (denying her minor sweet tooth), and she considers Raguna to be a friendly (if not a busy man drowning in fieldwork), co-worker. Orange tail wags, like an excited puppy, even if defender’s actions won’t reflect her current happy state, always choosing to be professional. 

“I would like that, thank you Raguna.” A polite response, being clear that she really has minor things to do after this, that being the literal monster called: paperwork. “Will you be working today on your fields, or resting?” It would be a shame for him to work by himself.