General Nakamura

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[nakamxra]

gyahahahaha​:

Metal pushes him backward, the blunt side of her steel forcing him onto hide legs. The beast snarls once more, saliva parting his maw as fangs echo a growl. The golden hues of his glare are caught between the narrow of slits, despite his warped features - the wolf looks angry. 

Irritable. 

Thought entices him to avoid her, strategy telling him to circle around her and barrel down the hallway towards easier prey. A part of him reminds him that she’s strong. Capable. That should he attack again, he’ll either sustain more damage himself or miss her entirely. The frustration inspires him to release a howl. 

Tense limbs free to entice him into another leap, this one attempts to dart past her. His focus now entirely on the door behind her rather than her flesh. Should she wish to stop him, she’d have to catch on quick for right now, the wolf has other ideas on the mind than a fight between her and him. 

Stop me, SOLDIER. Stop me.

Good, the wolf was getting angry. Another attack and she should be in a decent position to land a carefully placed hit.

The stare-down between the two lasted longer than Alice anticipated it might. Shouldn’t he have attacked by now, made another leap? No, he was strategizing too. Was she losing his attention that fast..?

Shit. The howl was enough to tell her she had better act fast. He was either about to attack full force or make a leap past her in desperation. His focused stare going past her, toward the door. A leap slightly to her left instead of straight for her.

He was definitely trying to get past her.

She continued to move to the right, stepping out of the direct line of the charge, out of the wolf’s way. However, the distance between them this time allowed for a better vantage point to drive her blade into the beast’s shoulder as it darted past.

A deep wound, not ideal but not fatal. That’s all that mattered.

In one swift move, the blade made its cut, was promptly removed from flesh, and Alice crouched into a somersault forward in order to gain distance should her attack fail and only make the beast angrier. It was a gamble for sure, the path to the door being left wide open now.

She held her defensive position and waited, the moon’s light streaking across her face, sharing in her anticipation. 

[nakamxra]

gyahahahaha​:

Heidegger had expected as much of a response, though her question still rouses a sigh. 

AVALANCHE, the forever thorn in their side. A group of rebels who had done nought but annoy the ShinRa and humiliate the general. To say that Heidegger had began to dislike the faction would be an understatement, he was seriously beginning to entirely loathe them. Thorn in their side? Hell no, AVALANCHE had become a terrible pain in his ass preventing him from being able to sit down and relax. Little bastards. 

What do they do should AVALANCHE show? Why, kill them of course. 

“The Turks were supposed to be dealing with that-” he can’t hide his disdain as he speaks “but the last I saw of them, they were living it up in a bar downtown.” Apparently the Mythril Mines had been too taxing on the suits and supposedly the Junon bars would just make a superb place to gather Intel. Rufus seemed to accept the excuse, Heidegger didn’t. 

“Therefore, should we get wind of AVALANCHE…” and although he looks exhausted and overworked, his eyes are still entirely serious when he says “we destroy them. Crush them. Many of our men will be centre front of the parade but there are always the academy recruits and teachers should you require assistance.” 

He speaks about them as if they aren’t worth a damn - to him, they aren’t. If a job needed doing and she required tools to do it, they were her option. 

“As for Sephiroth - any word. And I mean any, you report directly to me before action. Understand?” 

Those damn suits, always finding excuses to give Alice the work they cannot be bothered with themselves. "It must be nice to get paid to do nothing.” Snide remark aside, she supposed someone had to keep an ear out for any signs of intel. But did it really require all four of them?

And AVALANCHE-- just as she suspected, her orders were to wipe them out. Academy recruits and instructors were viable options for backup, though she hardly considered them capable herself. The recruits were still too green and the instructors, while knowledgable, ill-equipped for field operations. However, sheer numbers alone were better than no backup at all. 

Then there was Sephiroth... of course, how could she forget such a cosmic threat. AVALANCHE seemed the more immediate problem, though Sephiroth was clearly the more dangerous. If she though she would not stand a chance against Cloud and his gang, then what chance did she have against the former general? She may have his job now, but she was nowhere as powerful as he. A mere shadow to his past glory.

“Of course, sir. Although I have to say I would be quite surprised if he decided to show up at such a...” she was trying to find a nicer word for what she thought of this parade-- a waste of time, “... token affair.” 

Still. Best to be prepared for any situation. “But you shall be the first to know should we hear anything.”

[nakamxra]

gyahahahaha​:

Her swift dodge makes it easy for the beast to leap over her, quickly having to turn on his heels in order to double back and face her once more. Golden eyes spy a foe, her stance is defensive and yet the heat of battle burns within their immediate surroundings. The wolf takes slow steps forward, closing back in on the office, his own domain. 

There’s a snarl between the gap in the open maw of the animal - a sinister threat that approaches slow and steady. The back of the beast has hair standing on end, his claws rigid and ripping up carpet as he closes in. 

Muscles tense as he readies to launch once more - some semblance of who he is resonates in his angered gaze, the scar across his eye doing well to show a little of his former self. 

Don’t do this - a voice coos - this isn’t you - he doesn’t listen. 

Heidegger’s snarl becomes a low-roar, his front lowers as his back arches and then he charges once more. Outside, the moon still shines bright - splitting the gap in the blinds with rays of relief within the darkened office. 

The sound of ripping carpet, the strands of yarn shredding beneath the claws of the approaching beast held her attention. Each stride, each careful movement, the clear signs of another attack.

The movement was agonizingly slow, taunting almost. Or hesitant? She couldn’t say with certainty, didn’t know which side of his brain was doing the strategizing. The Heidegger side or the wolf side?

Rrrrriiiiip--

The threads pulled apart forcefully as the creature leapt forward again, this time Alice was more physical, pushing the beast back with a crossing of her swords and sheer blunt force. It gave her the momentum to move backwards as well, maneuvering slightly to put the desk between them. 

Think, Alice, think...

What typically worked against werewolves? She knew she read about it once, heard folktales about them... but the current situation made her brain uncooperative. She was in battle mode, her default was to plan the next five moves, watch her enemy, familiarize herself with their patterns, anticipate their next five moves-- not recollect information from her repertoire of folk traditions.

A thin beam of light from the moon caught her attention as forced its way through the blinds, the reflection from her blade hitting the desktop. A moon metal... Silver!

No, but that would kill him. Quite literally boil is blood. What changed them back?

Another metal... iron? That worked against the fae, but she remembered a werewolf could be reverted to their human form with a wound caused by iron.

But she didn’t have iron... she had steel. It was a carbonized form of iron, less pure but maybe still effective?

Ok, she had a plan. Try to land a hit, cause a wound. Couldn’t be fatal, had to be somewhere inconsequential. A limb, perhaps? Or a nick to the side?

Ok, ok... Wound the wolf, don’t get hit yourself.

Easy enough, right?

Watch and wait... The wolf would most likely attack again, she’ll dodge, repeat, then strike. 

If this didn’t work, she was positive she wouldn’t make it until morning...

[nakamxra]

redheadedplayer​:

He drummed his fingers on the desk in thought while he waited for a response, staring blankly at his computer screen. He briefly glanced up when other Turks passed by him, but they were wrapped up in their own business and didn’t speak to him. They certainly would ask questions later when they realized he was being unusually quiet.

Oh well. His phone vibrated and he checked the message. They had some standards, by that drink choice. And unfortunately for the stranger, he hadn’t been asking for that reason. He had been seeing if it would trigger any memories. It didn’t, beyond some of the Turks. And he definitely knew all their numbers.

[text] if ud like. tho i gotta say not many wud accept

A challenge. Also, he had figured out a couple things. They had to be from ShinRa, if they knew him and knew what he did and were still being so brazen as to talk to him like this. And if they were being so bold, they weren’t any random employee, either. So that left Turk, Soldier, and upper management. And maybe some people from the labs, but he avoided them like the plague. Everyone else would be spooked by Turks.

He hoped they said yes.

Alice tapped her finger to the tip of her nose as she stared at the text, deciding how to respond. Certainly a game that kept her on her toes, this one was. She smirked to herself, knowing full well she would take him up on the offer. Not only would she get a free drink or two from it, but she could see in person the shock on his face when he realized just who he had been speaking with.

Not that they knew each other especially well or that she had any real authority over him that would cause him to shrink away in fear, but she was sure the shock factor would be there nonetheless.

[Outgoing SMS] Luckily for you, I am not common. Where would you like to meet then? I’ll leave the planning up to you, though I do expect at least the first two rounds will be on your tab. It’s the very least you could do after so rudely interrupting my work.

She had meant the last part as a bit of a joke, hoped it came across as such. Not only was the distraction entertaining, but she actually had very little important work to get done today. Everything was menial, stuff that ended up on her desk because no one else wanted to do it.

Now to wait and see if Reno was serious or simply bluffing...

[nakamxra]

makeupandmateria​:

Out the inn door and across the town square, Scarlet led the way, her eyes locked straight ahead of her. The Director’s readily identifiable habit of ignoring things in her peripheral vision was yet another means by which she asserted her authority. Either you were in her way, or you were irrelevant. Unsurprisingly, her subordinates preferred to remain as close to her periphery as humanly possible. Rarely did getting recognized by Scarlet bode well for anyone.

“In the interest of better acquainting myself with the area, President Shinra wishes me to conduct a personal study of the reactor’s proposed site before the surveyors themselves arrive and begin laying the groundwork for the facility. Why, frankly, I haven’t the slightest idea; I’m a mechanical engineer, not a civil one. Regardless, investigate we shall. Unfortunately, given the lack of aerial transport and the further lack of roads in the region, I’m afraid we’ve no choice but to rough it.”

Roughing it, apparently, amounted to travel by chocobo. Posted beside a stable that had seen better days stood a dingy sign which read “Chocobo Dan’s Delivery Service.” Out from one of the stalls emerged a bearded man in a cowboy hat, whom Scarlet addressed with an arched brow.

“Chocobo Dan, I presume?”

“That’s the name. Don’t wear it out.”

“I haven’t the slightest intention to.”

Rubbing at his beard, Chocobo Dan studied the duo for a moment.

“Hmm. You folks ain’t from ‘round here, are you? Come from the city?”

Scarlet planted a hand upon her hip and turned up the other.

“However did you guess?”

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When Scarlet had told her they would be “roughing it,” Alice assumed they would simply be walking. Quite frankly, it seemed more preferable to the option Scarlet had chosen. Despite her heritage from a small country town such as this one, Alice never had any reason to ride a chocobo, always preferred her feet to be planted firmly on the ground.

When Scarlet had suggested she be in charge of steering the bird, Alice wasn’t surprised, but her face broke its usual passive expression. Head tilted slightly to the side, eyebrow cocked in a questioning gaze as her arms crossed over her chest.

“Though I am certainly not denying your order, ma’am, I am afraid I have little skill in riding.”

Kweh!

The bird made another loud sound, its wings flapping against the sides of the stall in anticipation. Alice’s attention was jerked in the direction of the noise, more skepticism readable in her expression. 

Not the smartest tool in the shed... that was what Chocobo Dan had said? That was apparent simply by watching the chocobo’s mannerisms. Perhaps such a lack of fear would be beneficial to them, though a smart bird would have been preferable. More likely to spook, but more likely to listen, probably.

A few steps forward and Alice was examining Kweh as the transaction between the director and the shop keep finished up, still not convinced of his reliability. She reached a hand out to show she was friendly, a gesture she was taught to use with animals. Instead of letting her touch him, however, Kweh snapped his beak in the direction of her hand. Her reflexes, luckily, were faster and she got away uninjured, but her ire for the creature only rose.

“Perhaps we are better off on foot...” she muttered under her breath. Her hand outstretched again, testing the chocobo’s resolve. Was it actually trying to attack her or was it merely playing? She assumed the second option as this time it allowed her to place her palm on its beak, going so far as to nuzzle against her touch.

“Fine, you’re cute. But i still don’t like you.”

Kweh!

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

She unlatched the gate that held the chocobo, grabbing at the reigns to lead it out of the stall. Surprisingly, it was rather tame. She supposed it had to be in order to be available for rent.

Alice sighed, hoping this would be less hassle than she feared it would be.

[dogof-war-archive-deactivated20]

@nakamxra​ | Liked a Starter Call

“I know I can leave this in your capable hands.” 

He speaks with earnest, not a doubt lingers for the woman’s ability. After a good amount of time with her as his number two, the general knows he can rely on her to sort the things out that he simply doesn’t have time for. The troops and their performance in the Junon parade - well, it isn’t something that he can spare a thought toward. 

“Rufus will expect only the best” and there’s almost a sigh in his voice as he says it “as will I.”

[nakamxra]

The order was simple enough: prepare the troops to march in the parade. It had to be perfectly choreographed, not a thing out of place or else Shin-Ra’s military would be quite the laughingstock. 

Truthfully, Alice thought the whole thing to be... gaudy? A waste of time? A needless show of strength to people who already knew Shin-Ra owned them and and all their land? Yeah. All of that and more. The message was clear enough: Rufus was president now. His father’s way of running things had all but been thrown out the window. 

That was all good and fine, but the parade itself seemed unnecessary. A little counterproductive to Rufus’s goals, if anyone were to ask Alice her opinions. Sure, a show of numbers and coordination were impressive, but it hardly strikes fear into anyone’s hearts. It just proves that Shin-Ra has a massive army, not that it knows how to use it.

Criticism aside, she had a task to accomplish, men to prepare. Everything had to be perfect by Shin-Ra standards. Not one screw up from her men could be allowed, not a single thing could be out of place.

“You have nothing to worry about, sir. I will make certain everything is more than perfect.”

However, there was one slight issue that could ruin the entire thing...

“What do you suggest we do do about Avalanche should they show up?”

Kill them was the very obvious answer. But with what men? They’d all be marching in the parade. Alice was confident enough in her abilities, but she was beginning to doubt even she could take them on alone and win.

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[nakamxra]

/// Lowkey want Alice to fight with a pair of hook swords...

However, I typically imagine her using something more along the lines of the Celtic La Tene sword ///

[nakamxra]

/// When someone is fighting with a sword and the blade snaps in half…

That’s pretty damn sexy.

Also sword fighting in flowing clothing… Stunning. ///

[nakamxra]

/// Hmmmm.... or when someone is fighting with a sword and they’re all calm and composed but when the tide starts to turn against them their hair, which was pulled neatly back, has a few loose strands hanging down in front of their face....

Just imagining that with Alice because she always wears her hair tied back, so when it starts to fall out of place *chef’s kiss* perfection. ///

[nakamxra]

/// When someone is fighting with a sword and the blade snaps in half...

That’s pretty damn sexy.

Also sword fighting in flowing clothing... Stunning. ///

[justmorerpmemes]

May be Mortal Starters

“I’m not dead… not yet anyway.”

“Have we really proven that I’m not immortal?”

“You ever do something this stupid again and I’ll be the one to end you, do you understand?!”

“Stop it. Death is not a ‘punk ass bitch’.”

“I’m fine, I’m super fine… see? I’m alright.”

“Wait… what happened… where am I…? How’d I get here…?”

“How are… how are you not dead?!”

“There is always something to be lost when you gamble with grim reapers.”

“Well… that’s going to leave one hell of a scar…”

“That should have killed me. I’m not complaining, but I am very confused.”

“How are you supposed to protect more people from death if you’re going to just willingly walk into it’s arms?”

“We didn’t think you were going to recover…”

“Dying? No I’m too spiteful for that.”

“Just because you haven’t died yet, doesn’t mean you’re immortal.”

“It’s the risk that makes it so enjoyable… so… enlivening.”

“I’m not afraid of something that has yet to stop me.”

“Oh that’s a lot… a lot of blood… is that all mine?”

“Risking my life doesn’t mean it’s being given away to something else.”

“At the rate you’re going, fate is going to start sending in debt collectors for your soul.”

“Stop. You need to stop or it will be the end of you.”

“Dead? Only legally speaking, for about thirteen seconds.”

“Stop being smug about cheating death, you’ll piss something off.”

“I don’t think people understand just how much you live out of pettiness and spite for the universe.”

“You aren’t going to be happy with your recovery instructions.”

“After that… yeah okay you’re mad about it, but I promise not to do it again. Probably.”

[nakamxra]

makeupandmateria​:

Since the earliest days of her career, Scarlet had always made a point of keeping inferiors waiting; and as she was now a director and answered to precisely one person, Advanced Weapons Development was known internally among Shinra for operating upon SST: Scarlet Standard Time - not to be confused with the Scarlet Stress Test, another one of the department’s many novel acronyms that nonetheless shared the same letters. Unlike the other time zones that meted out sunlight across Gaia, SST did not merely deviate from adjacent regions by a single hour; in SST, time was entirely relative to the woman for whom it had been named, and thus, by the unique laws that governed it, Scarlet could not possibly be late for any meeting to which her superior was not party to. This, of course, was nothing more than an unabashed power move, and one she made indiscriminately. She meant no particular slight to any given individual; it was simply a convenient (and effective) way of keeping everyone else five inches under her heel.

Which, on this particular occasion, meant that her aforementioned thirty doubled in length before Scarlet made an appearance at her door. With a blithe smile she passed Alice by, spinning around to face her attaché upon gaining the upper landing. Turning up a hand to gesture toward the soldiers standing at attention to her right, she addressed the woman opposite.

“Before negotiations begin, the President has requested that we conduct a preliminary survey of the reactor’s prospective site. As I would prefer not to draw any unwanted attention, you and I will accomplish this task alone. Inform your men that they are under no circumstances to leave their room in our absence. Our presence has made the people of Corel uneasy, and we cannot afford to incur further mistrust should one of these… simians have a bit too much to drink and do something particularly foolish.”

A slight turn of the head levelled Scarlet’s gaze upon the uniformed men.

“Try not to set the building on fire. If by some chance one of you does, I expect to find your bones among the ash.” 

At that, Scarlet descended the stairs. @nakamxra​

Alice always liked to be punctual, was always at least ten minutes ahead of any appointment. When she had been made to wait an additional thirty minutes, simply standing outside the door with her men (impatiently) standing at attention, she quickly became irritated. Of course, her displeasure was not shown outwardly nor was it vocalized as the director finally made her appearance.

Pushing herself off the wall, she followed behind Scarlet, quickly stopped in her tracks as the woman turned on her heels and gave her orders. A curt nod from Alice before her attention was back on the men.

“I trust you lot do not need me to repeat your orders.”

A chorus of “yes ma’am”s and a display of salutes left her satisfied that they would cause little trouble. 

“Good. As you were.”

The three men fled back into their room leaving Alice to continue forward, descending the stairs herself. It took little time to catch up with Scarlet in the lobby. The man who had led them to their rooms was nowhere to be found, just as he had been when they first arrived.

Probably for the best.

Alice moved ahead slightly, reaching the door and holding it open for the director. More courtesy that was less respectful and more instinctual.

The sun hit her eyes first as a sudden wave of light was permitted to enter the building. Then the dusty desert air found its way into her lungs. The outside looked exactly as they had left it earlier; dry, polluted, and ultimately on edge. 

“After you, ma’am. Where to?”

[nakamxra]

redheadedplayer​:

Nothing sexual? Interesting. Reno hummed softly, trying to think who it could be. He checked the phone number again and once more, it was familiar but not clicking into place.

[text] This is fun to u hm? K if were playin games…

He took a moment to think over his next reply. This was kind of amusing, although he was mildly concerned over this rando having his number. Never mind the professionalism of it, but if he had decided to cut them off in the past, he didn’t particularly want that creeping back up on him.

[text] Whats ur fav drink?

Ah, so she was getting under his skin. At least, that’s how she was interpreting it. Though she had to admit, he was being a rather good sport about the whole thing. Playing along and everything. Not something she necessarily put past Reno, to be honest.

She waited a little longer to reply this time, letting the anticipation build (not to mention she still had work to do between texts). 

[Outgoing SMS] Quite fun, yes. And I am rather partial to the classic rum and coke. Though an amaretto sour is a close second. I suppose you ask because you’re looking to take me out for drinks sometime soon?

Playing games indeed... She just wondered how long she could keep this up without him catching on. 

[nakamxra]

gyahahahaha​:

A parted maw greets the girl’s entrance, saliva dripping from the fangs of a BEAST as a low gnarl breathes heavy breaths. 

In the space between her and him lingers uncertainty - the ambiguity between who or what he has become. Although the man screams for himself, he’s no idea enough to stop himself from roaring at her…or from craving the sweet delight of her flesh. He’s hungry. It’s all he can he think about. Not who he is or who she is. Oh no, all that lingers on the mind is FOOD. The taste of blood and flesh on his tongue - he craves a human MEAL. 

But…what is this? How can he be this way? What has happened? 

Amber eyes trace downward toward the paws that were once his feet, for a second, there’s almost some semblance of humanity across his features as he eyes himself with confusion. Heidegger places two claws to his skull, gripping it tightly as another roar, this one more akin to a scream escapes him. 

‘Help me…’ 

‘What have I become?’

Voices scream from the far reaches of his mind but immediate instinct silences every plea. The sharpened teeth of his mouth grit down as his eyes flick back up toward her. Whispers drown in the undeniable urge he has to DEVOUR. 

He steps forth, initially on his hind legs before he falls to all-four. Low-growls and strokes of his claws against the carpet mark his territory. Heidegger circles for a minute, a part of his old self perhaps stopping him from charging toward her.

It lasts all of three seconds before he leaps at her. 

A moment of hesitation from the beast, a loud roar that snaps her out of her frozen trance. Alice remains still, no longer from fear, but watchful, taking notice of every slight movement, any sign of a potential attack. She dared not make any sudden movements herself.

The wolf falls to all fours, circles, hesitating...

There it is. 

That sudden leap with every intent to kill. Her body moves on autopilot as she ducks, throwing herself into a somersault to quickly gain distance, the dual swords stored on her back swiftly drawn in the process.

She was fully aware that she had only gone further into the office, effectively making any kind of escape all the more difficult. 

Position held, watching, waiting...

“Sir, I really do not wish to fight you...” Because she was afraid of harming him or because she was afraid to lose? It was hard to say, but her attack was held, ready should she need to take the offensive approach. She desperately hoped it would not come to that.

Perhaps if she could keep dodging, tire the creature out, she would have some chance of success. Keep his attention, but don’t let him out of her sight. There was no telling what kind of damage he would do if he was left to scour the rest of the building. No telling how much blood would be shed...

“... but I will if I must.”

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

[starlitmemes]

A collection of sentences from Night in the Woods meant for your roleplaying needs~. Feel free to change up pronouns/nouns and the like to suit your purposes.

“Most of it’s gone now, just a thing for weird animals to eat and have babies in.”

“This is all getting jumbled. I should write it down.”

“Well there’s always a chance someone will die and I can have their job.”

“This is an error so bad even I wouldn’t make it.”

“Our mothers told us not to talk to you, because no one knew when you were gonna do it again.”

“We shouldn’t have to drug ourselves to get our sleep back from this job!”

“Honey, I know this is home but please be careful out there.”

“No one’s forgotten who you are and what you did, you know.”

“Where would you go?”

“Do you ever want to tell them?”

“[ NAME ], it’s not my job to save them. I am paid to stand here, assist when needed, take their money, and not openly judge them.”

“Every job’s important, this is just my job right now.”

“Have you been places?”

“It’s my job to make sure folks like you never see something like what you saw the other night.”

“I’d really hate to see something happen to you, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time is all it takes.”

“No one can prove you’re not normal.”

“We never had a chance here but I can’t go anywhere else…”

“Because things aren’t just things here, you know?”

“You used to be worth talking to!”

“Why did you even come back?”

“I would have killed for that. I still would.”

“I stayed here and got older while you went off and stayed the same.”

“Everything’s fuzzy today.”

“But it doesn’t really matter I think?”

“This place sure was something a long time ago.”

“We all need a little help sometimes, [ NAME ]. No shame in hard times.”

“You were my favorite anything when I was a kid.”

“I promise it’ll be great.”

“I’m going to pretend to not know you until you’re done, ok?”

“Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it.”

“I’m not gonna lie – that was pretty magical.”

“It’s not your fault the world is like it is.”

“Our appearance is the first and sometimes last impression we make!”

“So what’s your story?”

“Broken things need to be… broken…”

“It is difficult to think of many things so sometimes having a symbol for all of them is important.”

“Is it a bad thing for the world to move on?”

“Your grandfather and I weren’t around for a lot of the violence. That was before even our time.”

“I have weird thoughts like I want to go sleep in the woods, or a basement in an abandoned house during the day, and only come out and night, like a monster, and, like, beautiful.”

“Is this really the road you want to go down with this?”

“A lot of times folks can’t just ‘choose’ to do whatever it is you decree to be the right thing! A lot of times people do the things they do because they can’t do anything else!”

“Will I even recognize you on the street if we pass?”

“Sometimes things are just strange!”

“Getting out makes me feel better.”

“No one’s really prepared for when it stops doing what it’s always been doing.”

“Can’t fix something like this. What’re you gonna do?”

“Places can’t control how they’re remembered, they just… hang out… and then fall apart.”

“[NAME] is wild. Let him be wild.”

“The scariest stuff is like really, really boring.”

“It is beautiful in ways perhaps invisible to those who have seen it every day of their lives.”

“When one leaves a place one brings something back when one returns.”

“It’s out of our hands now. But there are better hands than mine.”

“Then what is the point of you?”

“Hope’s important. It’s the last thing you got.”

“You get to a point in life where the number of first-evers get lower and the number of never-agains get higher.”

“You’re not the only person stuck here, you know.”

“You gave up the thing I can’t have. I… kinda hate you.”

“You just sit there judging me, have you ever even asked why I left?”

“My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance while I stay in the same place.”

“You.. We… wouldn’t be in this situation if I wasn’t such a massive screw up.”

“This place could use some good.”

“Aren’t I allowed to make one mistake?!”

“I don’t know if we’re getting out of this.”

“Something broke. In my head. In my life.”

“We’ll come out of this together.”

“It’s out of your hands now.”

“And I want it to hurt because that means it meant something.”

“I don’t need it to save me forever. I just need it to save me now.”

“None of us asked for any of this.”

“You got troublemaker blood.”

“It was on night, one thing he did, in a lifetime of nights and things he did. What you want to do with that, is part of your story now.”

“In my experience, the big things don’t teach you anything but they make you something. And sometimes you gotta wait awhile and see what comes of it.”

“I wanted someone to notice things aren’t ok.”

“Nothing’s gonna save us forever, but a lot of things can save us today.”