Children of the Unknown

Indie and Selective RP Side-Blog for the children of the four muses from Of-Dxrkness. Written and Loved by Wolf. Created September 28th, 2017.

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theadmiralsdaughters:

Now barefoot the black haired girl adjusted her skirt. “I just want to ditch those marines. My daddy is a little… overprotective, you know”  

She had a tendency to get into trouble and his father wanted to make sure that didn’t happen but she omitted that part. In her opinion studying or training to become a marine was extremely boring, she didn’t want to do that but Sea didn’t give her any other option. She could run away but she was sure he’ll find her or something was worse than that: away from her ‘daddy’ she was in no position to spend his fortune. In her opinion: better under his wing than poor.

     Lucius grabbed the wall top and hauled himself up, swinging his legs over so they hung over the edge. He leaned down and handed her her heels back, then leaned back with on leg pulled up to his chest.

     “Yeah, well, just be careful in there. The guys in there are sleazy and some of them tried to grab my sister’s ass a couple times. She nearly cut their fingers off.” That was one way to persuade her from visiting the place ever again in the future. A plus for him, though he’d of preferred her to decide in a different way, but whatever. It had worked.

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maljefe:

It was good to know her impersonation skills hadn’t failed her over the years, “Oh hush. Ya didn’t die.” Flicking her son’s forehead she grins before her attention is brought back to the microwave which had begun to beep, “Hey, I ask m’self that all th’ time t’, but what can I say love makes ya d’ crazy things. Yer father is just… A piece of work, niño. Ya know… He’s like an onion. Ya need t’ put in a lot of work t’ peel back all those layers t’ really get t’ the center. Once ya get there nothin’ can make him hate ya- even really shitty impressions of ‘im.” 

Placing down the plate in front of the man she takes a seat across from him with one of her own, “Also here ya go. I hope ya like it. Again: not th’ worst, but not th’ best. No one got sick from it ‘n I think that’s all that really matters.” 

     “That’s always a plus, mom. No one dying is kind of ideal when it comes to eating anything.” He picked up his spoon and mentally prepared himself for this meal. It wasn’t that his mother was a bad cook, well, actually, that was exactly it. But, if she said she improved, and everyone else ate it without complaints, it was probably actually pretty good then.

     He practically stabbed his spoon into the bowl before scooping up some and bringing to his mouth for the first taste. It actually surprised him a bit on how good it was, well, compared to her normal cooking. “This is actually pretty good, mom. Those cooking lessons have really done some good!” 

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theadmiralsdaughters:

The black haired gave him her biggest smile. “It’s cool honey, I just want you to hold my shoes” She said as she took off her high heels. She didn’t want to upset him or anything.

“Look I’m just trying to hide from the marines. I’m going to climb up this wall and jump to the other side” She pointed her thumb behind her. “Once I’m on the other side, you throw me the shoes. Ok?” Another smile adorned her lips as she handed him the shoes.

“Take care of them they are…” She stopped her sentence, she was sure he wouldn’t have the least idea about expensive brand shoes.

     “Expensive, I can tell; they look just like the ones my sister has, but a different color.” Little sister Taska definitely had expensive tastes that his dad shouldn’t be encouraging, but he still did anyways. It was why Lu had such a knowledge on women’s clothing at this point. Sister dearest educated him on it a few times.

     “Ya really want to get in that club, huh?” He had seen the place a couple times, but only went in once or twice because his sister needed an escort. He held the shoes by the heel end, waiting for her to climb over so he could climb up himself and hand them to her. “There’s some weird people that go there, ya know?”

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maljefe:

It didn’t take long for her to scoop some out of the Tupperware the food had been in quickly placing it in the microwave after she had done so in order to heat it up. This had to be the first time Icarus was around after she had been taught how to cook so she was fairly excited for her son to try it. For once she felt like a TRUE mother; one who was able to cook for her own family and the like (she never aspired to be that sort of mundane woman, but she always wanted to try it), “Haha, yes. Lucius is a rather excitable type isn’t he? I can only imagine all the stuff ya get calls ‘n texts ‘bout.” One particular memory comes to mind from the past week when he saved a cat from a tree and was thrilled with himself for doing so. 

“Yeah, Kidd ain’t really the best with that sort of thing is he?” Despite the fact he showered her in constant affection, he still wasn’t the best when it came to anyone else (Taska being an exception to that). Then again, things hadn’t always been the way they were. When she and Kidd first met they couldn’t stand one another. Perhaps that was why Icarus and him struggled so much; their son was a mini version of her, “Well then I’ll have t’ have a chat with him. I think he just needs someone to really smack some sense into him… Then again he’s got such a hard head he might just grumble ‘n tell m’ he’ll d’ the same… Can’t ya hear him now? ‘ Well tell that little brat if he wants ta apologize then I’ll be more than happy ta allow him in this house again, but until then if he comes over I’ll just kick him out! ‘.” 

     Poor Icarus had been drinking his coffee when she impersonated his father, making him snort in laughter. He had to cover his mouth because he was sure he might spit out what was left in his mouth if he didn’t. Thankfully he managed to swallow what was left before he barked out a laugh. “You almost made me choke!” He yelled, breaking into a small coughing fit, though he had a smile on his face the whole time. “Don’t do that when I’m drinking something!”

     Geez, if her voice had been lower, it would have been spot-on, his dad’s voice. “Sometimes I’m surprised he can put up with you mocking him like that, though you don’t do it to his face, I hope.” She probably did; his mother and father had a strange relationship, but they still loved each other, even if they liked to tease and harass one another

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“I hate the term ‘an eye for an eye’. If you take my eye, let it be known that I’ll take both your eyes and your dominant arm”

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me trying to make my friends remain optimistic:

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theadmiralsdaughters:

The dark haired girl’s eyebrow rose. Well, well, well, someone was a little defensive. She thought. It was very interesting what people could understand of something that was not clear, like her proposition. Their conjecture would usually tell more about the person who received the question than the one who asked it.  She needed a favor but didn’t tell what he’ll have to do. He deduced she was going to make a fool of himself. Why? Probably the kid had some self esteem problem or he was used to being treated like a fool.

“Why would I do that to you?” She asked him. Her plan had nothing to do with disrespecting the guy.

     “Because every time a pretty girl says she wants me to ‘do a favor’ for her, I end up making myself look like a fool. And then she and her friends or boyfriend laugh at me.” It hadn’t happened once, no, it had happened multiple times. There was probably something about the way he looked that made girls think that it was funny to mess with him. He’d never know.

     “Look, if ya want me to do somethin’ for you, then tell me first and then I’ll decide whether or not I’ll do it.” Maybe he was a little insecure with himself and had self-esteem issues after all.

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theadmiralsdaughters:

Rio breathed anxiously and hid behind a wall. ”Great”  apparently she got rid of the two marines his father had assigned to control her presence while she was on the island.   She could distract them for a while  but there was now way she could keep them away for longer. Unless… She looked behind her and realized that on the other side of the wall there was one of those trendy clubs where all the rich and fancy people go. A perfect place where the authorities are not invited.

She smiled widely. As a pretty rich girl she could access anywhere she wanted, this wasn’t the exception. She looked at the entrance of the place when she realized her guards were right there. “DAMN!” She cursed at the same time she heard a male voice.

She looked to her side to find a scruffy tall kid. “Aww you are really sweet” She said with a wide smile. Getting hit on every day by different guys wasn’t new for the, now, black haired. She was beautiful and she knew it. She was going to ditch him when she thought she could use his help.

“I really need a favor and I’m sure I can count with you” She gave him her sweetest smile while she bend a little over so he could check out her cleavage. She knew how to manipulate men.

     “Depends on the favor...” He deliberately kept his eyes on her face, trying to avoid looking at her chest that she was pushing out. Lu had a feeling that this ‘favor’ of her’s was just going to involve him doing something stupid. Really, he hoped this wouldn’t be the case.

     “If your favor involves making a fool of myself out in public, then the answer is no.”

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maljefe:

It filled her with absolute joy to finally being able to hold her son once more. Despite being supportive and always letting him know she was okay with him leaving, she missed him dearly and was always hopeful he would come back for good. However, knowing her husband as well as her son (he took after her in so many ways) she knew it would be near impossible for such a thing to happen. 

“Of course baby. ‘M yer mom, I will always have yer back.” Looking him over once more she placed a hand on his arm before giving it a soft squeeze, “Want somethin’ t’ eat? We got some leftovers from last night. Ya remember how m’ uncle was helpin’ m’ with cookin’ right? Well he taught m’ how t’ make some traditional Puerto Rican ones. I managed t’ make asopao finally.” 

Without waiting for a reply she began making her way to the kitchen, pulling out two plates once she made it, “T’ answer yer question though, things have been goin’ well. Work is great, but it has ‘s shit moments as Lulu has told ya. He’s always checkin’ up with stuff, s’ ‘m glad he’s kept ya updated. How often d’ ya talk though? He doesn’t mention it much ‘less ‘s just m’ ‘round ‘er else yer father gets all grumpy… Though I think the idiot just misses ya but ‘s t’ stubborn t’ admit it.” 

     Now he had to wonder if she had actually improved on her cooking. No offense to his mother, but she was never the best at cooking, and usually the task fell to either his dad or his uncle. Then again, if anyone could teach her how to cook, it was his uncle. He just had to believe in his ability to teach

     “Sure, I’ll have some.” He slid into one of the chairs at the table, setting his mug down in front of him. Leaning the chair on its back legs, he turned his head to the side to look at Loni. “Well, Lu and I don’t talk super often unless something important happens, which can be everything for him.” Lucius needed to learn the difference between what was actually important, and what was important to himself.

     “Considering that dad isn’t the ‘show his feelings’ kind of guy, I can maybe believe that.” Kidd wasn’t the best at showing affection now that the three of them were adults. Well, he had no problem showing it to his mother and his sister, but the affection was subdued when it came to his brother and himself. “Maybe when he apologizes for being an asshole, then I’ll think about coming around more often.”

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captivusborn:

❛     don’  worry ,  squirt ,  i’m  fine .  ❜  never  mind  that  the  other  was  much  taller  & ,  with  the  devil  fruits  out  there ,  could  easily  be  older  than  her .  eyes  catch  on  the  other .  she  recognized  the  head  from  a  bounty ,  but  it  was  more  than  that .

a  small  split  her  face ,  &  she  entertained  turning  the  guy  in  for  money ,  breaking  him  out ,  &  hightailin’  it  over  to  the  kid’s  mom  to  show  how  little  he’d  been  protected .  maybe  even  skip  the  money ,  but  to  be  honest  she  was  a  little  bit  low  on  funds ,  recently .  not  that  she  had  ever  been  even  close  to  stable .

❛     where’s  yer  mom ?  has  she  talked  ‘bout  me ,  ever  ?  she  talks  ‘bout  you  all  the  time  !     ❜  she  hasn’t  even  said  her  name  yet .

     At the mention of his mother, Lu’s face fell and he looked down at his hands before looking back up at her. “I don’t know where my mom is. I haven’t seen her since I was little. My dad says she went missing and he still hasn’t found her...” Did this lady really know his mother? And did she know where she was? Or she was just saying that to get his trust or something.

     “How would you know my mom if you don’t even know who I am?” It was a little suspicious if you asked him. Maybe he should hightail it back to the ship before he had a repeat of his childhood.

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@maljefe replied to your post “@theadmiralsdaughters liked for a starter!      It was probably wrong...”

loni voice: 'my baby is too good for this world'

     Too good, too pure for this world. Precious cinnamon roll. Must be protected at all costs.

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@theadmiralsdaughters liked for a starter!

     It was probably wrong of him to staring at someone for so long, but Lucius couldn’t help it. That woman with the long, black hair was way too pretty for her own good. The purplette twisted his metal hand around in circles, a nervous habit of his at this point. Should he go talk to her, or just chicken out? No, he was going to brave for once.

     It took a few moments before he actually worked up the courage to walk over to her, and it took a couple of seconds for him to actually say anything to her. “H-hi... I just wanted to say that, um, I really like your style...” He started twisting his metal hand before grabbing it to stop himself.

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