Obsidian Magpie

Official Rp indie blog for OC Okinawan nonbinary tengu; Dana Glass. Sideblog to @keysuturisticsamuraiwriter. Slightly selective but open to multi-fandoms. Mun is underage, so nothing NSFW. Under Construction

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To Shake Hands is a Thread Intertwined

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“Personally, if it ultimately helped keep this person safe then yeah I would, but that’s only if there was no other option. Often times I would try to mediate or figure out how to deal with the situation without having a need to remove it in the first place,” She answers sitting back, after taking some time to think about it.

“But if this info really helped back up a claim and ultimately helped to support an argument in, let’s say in a courtroom, depending on the circumstances of the evidence and how well I’m prepared to handle the chaos at the time, then I’d let it flow,“ She adds as she considers it as she tries to apply what she’s come to accumulate over the years.

“I know I provided more than one answer, but honestly there are so many ways to go about it, and those are just the ones I found that worked well.”

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Of Formaldehyde and Flowers

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She wanted to know who he was as John Watson, not as ‘Dr. Watson’, as he introduced himself back in the morgue, even though she’d gladly enjoy the silence, this helps to fill in the time that silence would normally bring.

“That’s true, after going something like that I wouldn’t ask anyone to get over it in a day. That’s not how people work for the most part. Stuff like that takes time.” She answers, owing to her own personal experiences. Since it might

“I moved here a couple years ago due to work. I was born in Seattle though all the way in States,” She admits glancing back at him.  

“Didn’t stay there though, I ended up moving around for a couple years. Kinda found myself somewhere in Arabia, helping out with some humanitarian work. Although it could be argued that food’s good anywhere, even in a place that you’re comfortable in.” 

This she shrugs at, not really expecting anything of it, as it’s something she doesn’t mind poking at someone who’s lived here for a while. Then again, she’s lived longer than him. Though she hopes meeting this ‘consulting detective’ is worth it, cause that title’s the most bullshitted thing she’s ever heard of in her life.

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A day at the museum

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“It’s no problem. I’m just glad I could return this to you,” She answers offering a smile. She could add and say that he should be more considerate, but it was still morning. So she might as well cut him a break. 

Though she does make a note to try and walk a little quicker next time, so she wouldn’t have to chase him for so long to this place. To chase anyone at this point in the morning is tiring enough, especially if they’re not a morning person like Dana was.

“I should probably leave you to it, you probably have a place to be. Just like I do,” she starts to conclude as she backs up, ready to start leaving back to her desired route. 

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Of Formaldehyde and Flowers

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She hums an enlightened hum. It’s little more of a new fact learned. She’s learned that life always has something to offer, despite the situations they place on people. It’s been a while since she visited  the Arabian peninsula as it used to be known, probably since the last funeral procession. She doesn’t discuss it any further as she puts her all-black punk coat on setting the required papers needed in her purse.

“What can I say, I’m a minimalist,” She responds. That was partially She stopped getting the papers years ago out of frustration that nothing changed, well that and her dog Lucie constantly shredded the papers apart trying to get to the Sunday comics. Nowadays, she just listens to vinyl and read old, rotten pulp fiction she carried to her heart because of the memories that reminded her of her old friend. Her first one, though it’s a tragic irony that she no longer remembers his face.

Only after she finished cleaning everything up, did she start to follow him, walking close behind him.  “I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard of a consulting detective, private investigators yes, but never consulting ones.” She looks up at him as they enter the tube

She finally decides to follow that statement with a question, that of the topic that she’s concerned that open some unwanted wounds.

“How are you adjusting after Afghanistan? Can only assume the food’s better here than there.”

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“So what should we do then?” She asks leaning as she watches him. This is the first time that this has happened, so she keeps to the sides and would rather let him take the lead than she would.

“When he came, he was completely rigid, but looking at him before this happened, it didn’t look like he overdosed on anything,” She adds as she starts to kneel beside him.

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So quick thing....

Now that I’m 18(my birthday was today), I’ve decided to move this blog to its own separate and primary thing. It’s been fun and I’ve made a lot of friends along with memories that have been created on this journey. I feel that giving Dana a primary blog will allow me to flesh her story out and rework it from there

I will also be hosting a Two-Face blog as well. I love him too much to leave him alone as of recently. An art blog will become the third and last one I will hold on my new account.

Tomorrow I will reblog this along with the names of people whom I still who replies and hope to finish their threads before I move to the next blog.

I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me throughout all these years. It’s really been the best time of my life. 

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The following people people are those who I owe a thread to:

@multitudescontained @watsonofagun @vulpuslunae @princeofportland @youusedme @xxvagabondsxx @telepathicmouse

If I remember more I'll tag when I can

[obsidianmagpie]

So quick thing....

Now that I’m 18(my birthday was today), I’ve decided to move this blog to its own separate and primary thing. It’s been fun and I’ve made a lot of friends along with memories that have been created on this journey. I feel that giving Dana a primary blog will allow me to flesh her story out and rework it from there

I will also be hosting a Two-Face blog as well. I love him too much to leave him alone as of recently. An art blog will become the third and last one I will hold on my new account.

Tomorrow I will reblog this along with the names of people whom I still who replies and hope to finish their threads before I move to the next blog.

I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me throughout all these years. It’s really been the best time of my life. 

[multitudescontained]

“Long time, no see. How’re the dinosaurs doing?”

one thing Raph hadn’t expected of tonight was that he would run into an acquaintance from what seems like ages ago, from when he had to help rescue two formerly maybe-extinct maybe-genetically-modified organisms from the Foot Clan. alas, the night gives what it gives, and he is never able to fully predict what’s coming. he’s no Donny, after all.

“How are you doing?”

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With everything happening, it felt like it was best to take a breather, take a walk through the dim streets of the city. It seemed like nowadays, she’s been constantly walking in the dark. However, a familiar voice reaches to her and she’s no longer in the darkness, but rather in rays of red.

“It’s been too long, Raph” She exclaims happily, turning with a gentle face. Someone she’s not afraid of, and someone who helped her in her time of need. “Indy and Indo are doing really great, they both have a lot of energy too,” She adds joyfully.

“I’ve had my ups and downs but that’s life right,?” She ends smiling, keeping the details to herself, hoping that it might be a little better for just one night.

“How have you been? You been staying out of trouble lately?”

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Ghost Lights at the Seven Seas

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“Oh, thanks,” She chuckles sheepishly. It’s an understatement, and it’s ironic he says that. In fact, she’s far from human, at least there’s a piece of her that isn’t. But she doesn’t tell him this, because it’s not necessary, and she trusts her gut that he probably isn’t like the other Atlanteans either.

Lucie, having done what she needed in Dana’s aid, decides someone needs hers now, perhaps in need of aid too. Leaving Dana, she slowly approaches the one called Orm only to gently push her head onto his free hand and lays beside him, watching the sea.

She smiles at this site and decides to help him.

“Well, I have an idea that would help Murk find you faster and get you home sooner,” she begins as she sits up, “I can talk to people telepathically through the use of frequencies, similar to a radio.”

 “But the problem is that I’ve never tried reaching someone who’s not only in the ocean but someone’s who probably very far away

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@fourruled I did a thing :)

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Ghost Lights at the Seven Seas

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She listens to every word. She doesn’t take a sip from her bottled tea, because his story is more important. Her brows furrowed as he continued staring down at her bottle. It was all awful and concerning to say the very least. She can’t imagine the distress of Atlantis, or of the people close to him. 

“It’s typhoon season here, which means it’s stormy a lot at this time, so that’s understandable,” she remarks taking a sip from her tea.

 “As for location, you’re near the city Nago, which is on the island Okinawa, and that’s surrounded by the east china sea, connecting to the major Pacific ocean, “ she explains. She’s determined to help him in any way she can, and she has an idea of how to do so.

“Who would you expect is looking for you now?” she asks after taking a sip.

[on-the-other-hand]

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Albeit a day late, I finally posted the last piece in the West Coast Sins. I feel as though I have significantly improved over the last one, and this one was really fun. @fourruled

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@multitudescontained I finished this a couple hours ago but now that one of our threads is over, I wanted to post this for everyone to see.

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She just hoisted the unconscious man onto her shoulder. Glancing down, she sees the man in red hunkering down. Probably for a fight, and she sees it as her signal to run now that she has who she needs. She steps away from the ledge and allows her adrenaline to aid her in her running away from the scene.

Her lungs heave and bite as she runs, she’d be much faster if she hadn’t slung a man onto her shoulder. She’ll worry about that later, but right now she has to get away as far as possible, then turn him in the police where she’ll get her reward. Then repeat the routine again. Hopefully, but right now the main concern is to keep running for now.

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“It wasn’t always my name,” She mumbles. She has been called two names, one The Magpie, and the other is considered dead, along with the memories that came with it.  But it is amusing to see his grin, so she lets him keep that thought.

They both walk out of the building, though she keeps to herself. But that term ‘team’. It’s disorienting to hear that word after all these years. She doesn’t let it show, but she’s rather silent about it.

After some paused silence, she answers, “Yeah I guess she would. Just stay off the streets for a while. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

“See you around when she comes back,” And instead of walking away, she decides to surprise him. Casually, she unfurls her wings to reveal the secret behind her namesake and take off into the night in one swoop. Into the dark where she and her wings disappear, flying to the address she found on the now nonexistent phone.

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“I think it’s safe to say that bravery can be considered a special skill, I’m not sure anyone would be able to stick to this after one go, regardless of powers or not,” She replies looking back. She remembers the times when she wasn’t afraid, not full of D-Cells, not so tired of everything. Still full of life. 

“I’m, uh, Magpie. I used to be a part of the hero scene, but I just started doing this whole bounty hunting scene recently,” she says introducing herself. 

“But if you’re gonna do this without your partner, I’d suggest either find a tool to cut the bonds to put in your gloves or just wait for her to come back,” she adds hoping to offer some advice.