Penny's The Expanse Mini-Multi.

Indie RP blog for various characters of the Expanse. Written by Penny. 18+ required. 21+ preferred. Triggering content may be present. Book & Show friendly; au & crossover & everything else friendly. Multi verse & ship. Follows back from theexpansefcrged.

[leviathanfcrged]

This blog is a mini-multi for characters that I occasionally get an itch to want to write from The Expanse but not consistently enough to make a sub-blog just for them. Activity here will be even more sporadic than any of my other blogs so patience is 100% a must. If you'd like me to try my hand at someone not already on one of my sub-blogs (list is in pinned post on @theexpansefcrged) or on this post, feel free to drop me a line and ask. I might try them out but I make no guarantee they'll stick. May be iconless, have not yet decided.

Marco Inaros.

Adolphus Murtry.

Josephus Miller / Investigator Miller.

Monica Stuart.

Jules-Pierre Mao

[coinquinatvs]

[wolfisheart]

marco @leviathanfcrged said, ❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

one minute he'd been talking to camina, trying to bring her down from all the pain she'd just been through with her plural marriage. the next there was a fist in his stomach and a bag over his head. when he saw light again it was dark and grungy. skiff, maybe. or a small freighter. hale wasn't as knowledgeable about space as most of his friend circle was but he knew he wasn't in kansas on tycho anymore. the floor was different beneath his feet; more like a grate. the walls were dark but he couldn't tell if they were ceramic or metal.

hard to tell with the way his vision was swimming.

after being locked in what was about the size of a closet, he'd been yanked out and kicked to the floor. several people shouted questions at him he didn't really know how to answer. several were about the rocinante ( to which he wholeheartedly laughed ) and others were about drummer ( to which he started swinging ).

non-compliance got him a knee to the jaw. further sarcastic comments earned him fists to various parts of his body. the real violence started after calling marco a " tiny dicked rock hopper. " who knew such a raging asshole didn't like being faced with the truth?

hale spit out a mouthful of copper, which landed a translucent red in the darkness. something sharp kept poking him in the side, which he was going to seriously hope wasn't a broken rib.

" na, " the bartender smiled. he made sure to look up when the smile curled at the corners of his lips. " that the best you got? weak ass bunch o'bitches. my brothers used to play harder than that when i was a child. " weak and shaking, hale turned over so he was sitting as opposed to kneeling. " worried you're gonna hurt your paper thin bones trying to beat me down? "

[wolfisheart]

marco @leviathanfcrged said, " i know a lot about you. more than you think. "

" that seems slightly obsessive. have you considered talking to anyone about that? "

hale had been curled in the corner after the latest round of beat the earther, made more interesting by all the sarcastic things he couldn't stop himself from saying. but, why let the bad guy win, right? why give him the satisfaction of a smart answer or anything that would make him happy? if hale was going to die he wasn't going to go wishing he'd told someone to shove it. so, he allowed himself to be as colorful with his language as he damn well pleased.

to be totally honest, every time marco's eye twitched something lit inside hale's soul. he was starting to live for those small motions of disdain. honestly, they made the beatings that much more entertaining.

holding his side, muscles burned as the earther slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. sure, there was a small mattress on the side of the holding cell he could lean in but laying on it felt a little like giving in. so, hale made due with the metal floor. honestly, it wasn't so bad. his whole body hurt to begin with. not like thin gel layer would prevent that from happening.

" oh! i've seen this movie before. you tell me what you know because you think it's going to scare the pants off me. i will bare my soul and tell you everything you want in the hopes it'll save someone. how'm i doing so far? then the plot twist comes when you fuck me over anyway because you're an uncreative, abusive bastard with tiny dick syndrome. mom not love you enough? awe. i didn't know mine, either. it's okay. can i have some popcorn before we get started? "

[aeternals]

halston was tired. exhausted. the frantic search for her father, ensuing grief, and attempts to get off ganymede all had her bone-weary. when the line was forming earlier on the ship that picked them up, she respectfully stepped out so that all the other people ( especially the children ) despite all the voices telling her to get back in line. why were they yelling at someone who didn't want rations? that was odd to her. but, then, she brushed it off as stress all around. no one expected the inners to get into a pissing contest above a scientific station nor for one of the mirrors to come crashing down on one of the domes.

looking up, she saw the most beautiful and the most gentle eyes gazing back at her. he took her breath away. embarrassing enough, her lips moved several times but no sound came out. what did one say to the embodiment of an angel? nothing. the musician did, however, pull out her hand terminal to quickly jot down the poetry that came to her.

" i wanted to make sure there was enough for everyone else, " halston finally managed to quietly say. " i'm also not... " very hungry. " my father was one of the people crushed beneath the mirror and... " she clenches her jaw to keep back the tears. " thank you, though. "

[leviathanfcrged]

There's a flicker of a glance towards the terminal that she digs out, but his attention remains focused almost entirely on her, on her features, wan and pale and delicate, as if the two of them were the only ones in the cargo hold, or perhaps the universe. Earnest empathy creased faint lines across his forehead, tipped down the corners of his mouth, a hand pressed to his chest in the sign of sorrow, and apology. "Too many souls lost, wamotim, sesata," he let his hand slip forward to catch her own and squeeze, gently, before urging one of the bottled of water into it.

"At least, you must take de awkwa, na?" He holds up the two ration bars, then, reaching to tuck them into the edge of her bag. "Im ta nating," he assured her. "Is there any ting milowda can do for you, someone to call? Tu keng where you go, from here?"

[leviathanfcrged]

@aeternals / halston get a starter.

The cargo bay is, for the most part, quiet now. The chaos of getting the refugees across from the ship his had found adrift and getting them settled with at least basic needs tended to had been a headache, but a necessary one, and it was a good test of seeing just how well his people would perform under pressure, when elements were outside of their control, in a way that didn't put them in any immediate danger. Most of their 'guests' had settled into whatever makeshift beds and camps they could, but there was one in particular that he made his way to now, crouching down lightly in front of her, elbows resting on his knees as he offered out a bottle of water and a few of the spare ration bars. "You shouldn't go without, sesata," he spoke, his words warm, his smile open and easy. "You need your strength, sasa ke?"

[theexpansefcrged]

like i said ... phenomenal casting.

[wanderingguest]

leviathanfcrged·:

“I see someone’s not bothered to muzzle you of late,” Murtry replied, his tone unamused and unimpressed. “Is that disrespect a product of dysregulated code, or did he alter your programming so he would have someone of similar ilk to fuck when he wasn’t busy sticking his nose in places it doesn’t belong?”

There is a stillness to her rage. A quiet built up over years and years of dealing with men like Murtry. Small men who believe they are so much more than they truly are. It would curdle in her stomach if she had one that functioned like a human being’s. “You’ll find I’m quite difficult to muzzle these days. In fact, I have a great deal of freedom.” Fingers twitch at her side when he mentions Amos without even saying his name. Oh, she would like to rip his throat out and watch the light drain from his eyes. Jim would say that’s her sister rubbing off on her, but she’s not so sure. “You’ll also find that my programming is entirely mine. No on controls me. Not Mao, not Mars, not Earth, and most certainly not you.” A head tip, only slightly. “You have roughly 5 seconds to explain why you’re here before I forget the manners that my friends prefer I remember.”

[leviathanfcrged]

The twitch did not go unnoticed. Murtry had never been overly fond of the idea of the simulacrums that had been developed to serve as assistants on board the MCRN and UNN vessels - the idea of allowing anything that wasn't human that much access and even a whiff of their own sentience was idiotic and dangerous. He'd been anything but surprised when the majority of the models had been recalled. Most of the ones still in use had been repurposed for brothels and simple labor. He wasn't altogether surprised to learn that James Holden had one of the troublesome ones still active and on board his ship. It fit rather well with the man's rebellious and naively optimistic approach to all the things that went wrong in the galaxy, despite being, somehow, in the center of nearly all of them.

"Ah, so I should very easily be able to confirm that you are registered and licensed to operate as an independent artificial intelligence." The comment dripped with the sort of condescending placating tone that one might use with a toddler. "Because, of course, the representative of the Secretary General of the United Nations would not dream of willingly and knowingly blunder about on such important missions with an illegal and volatile a.i. on board."

[leviathanfcrged]

@wanderingguest / a.n.n.a. sent a meme for murtry.

"Lay so much as a finger on me and I will feed you that hand. And I will feel unadulterated glee when I do so."

"I see someone's not bothered to muzzle you of late," Murtry replied, his tone unamused and unimpressed. "Is that disrespect a product of dysregulated code, or did he alter your programming so he would have someone of similar ilk to fuck when he wasn't busy sticking his nose in places it doesn't belong?"

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