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This Blog Is Now An Archive

New Blog -----> oliveprogeny

So sorry about absence here-- Admittedly I’m just too lazy to log in and out of accounts on tumblr to check on this blog so much ngl

so I’m gonna turn this into an archive blog and make it a side blog on my main. k? k.

#OOC

&& readytocharge

├ ✚ ║ ł’m Яeady Тo Ͼharge! ┤

“… oh.”

✚ The Medic took the flask back, giving it a sniff as well. Oh, ugh. It really smelled gross.

“Ah, okay, zhat was not the best choise.” he commented, throwing the medicine (without lid) behind him before wearing a new smile. “But! Luckly for you, kleinkind, I have a lot of other flasks vith me!” he exclaimed, pulling out of the pile a new one and leaving it in her hands. “Zhis one doesn’t smell! Archimedes just loves it!”

“Isn’t that your bird, or do you somehow know that the actual Archimedes liked this stuff?”

She had examined the bottle with a wince when the bottle he had thrown finally hit the ground. Oh that was going to be fun to explain if it left a stain. To say that she had become skeptical would have been an understatement. Though most details of the doctor’s work had avoided her knowledge, what she did hear didn’t exactly paint him in the best light.

Perhaps this is why.

Taking her water bottle and the medicine, she started to back away from the doctor.

“I think I’ll just take these to my room, and try them there-”

#interaction #readytocharge

&& hcadshot

A long, frustrated sigh left the Sniper’s lips as he walked through the many corridors of the villa, looking behind every single corner. Professional Australian killer, who survived in the most dangerous places of the world and fought kangaroos and bloody crocodiles when he was seven (well, yeah, he might have been 15, but he was young anyways, no?), that couldn’t find the bloody exit of a bloody villa.

BLOODY HELL. That was embarassing!

A new sigh, and he stomped the floor of a new corridor with visible annoyance, before a voice caught his attention. He almost immediately recognized a child’s voice - and considering he was in Gray Mann’s villa, the link with Olivia was rapid enough. Ugh. Well, at least maybe he could have used the window to climb outside that hell.

He followed her voice with scarce interest, eventually arriving at the door of the room, leaning on its frame with hands in his pockets.

“What’s th’ problem now?” he asked, before noticing the tarantula on the ground. And suddenly, his day was made. “Aw, hi lil’ buddy!” he greeted it, with a sincerely happy smile widening on his lips and a far more joyful tone in the voice. “Are ya lost?”

Golden gaze flicks up from the beast laying on the ground to the man in the doorway; narrowing as a frown creased the petite lines of her face. Though he was never a pleasant sight (as it was, the girl had been quick to distinguish between friend and foe), there was something else that bothered her about him. Besides the fact that he worked for her uncle and the hag. Besides the fact that he had probably murdered more robots then she could count:

“Didn’t you try leaving here around two hours ago?”

Some ‘professionals’ they had hired. If one couldn’t navigate a home that she could walk through forwards and backwards while blindfolded, how had they manage to be such a thorn in her father’s side? Perhaps it was time to suggest maybe upgrading the machinery, or to figure out what those bounty hunters were doing. After all, here was a bounty; Why wasn’t it being hunted?

Her nose scrunched up as she looked from the man, to the spider on the ground, and then back at him; A shiver running up her spine and she brought her arms closer to herself in defense. So instead of professionals, they had hired freaks.

Noted.

“Your lil’ buddy is the problem,” She was quick to state from her perch on the table, pointing at the dormant spider. “How could you be so friendly to one of those things? Is it because you both are lost? Oh whatever, just get rid of it.”

#interaction #hcadshot

Thank you for making an Olivia blog! You do a great job!

No problem anon-! And I’m glad you think so, so thank you in turn-!!!a h a now if i could just actually get drafts done here and if only my muse for olvia wasn’t trying to bury itself alive rn

#ooc #ye a h sorry for inactivity i've been busy with school #and scout's just an easier muse to write bc there's more on her then oliva #and i still need to make a verses/au verse page for olivia bc i wanna have one for each theory #s o y e ah sorry- im trying to get to some of them today tho before i go out for the day #Grey Face #Answered

Sorry for reply delays, my muse for Olivia is just low rn.

#ooc #I'm trying i swear its just??? low muse?? bleh #I'll try and have a couple out tomorrow but idk

&& australiumdeprived

“…”

“You could ride on my shoulders? So it’s just not me you’re taller than.”

A pause.

“I like the way you think, Heavy.” True it would be a temporary gain in height, but it was still taller. At least until she got older and much taller by herself.

#interaction #australiumdeprived

&& southernfriedengie

Why did the others task her with this? Maybe they thought she was good with people, that she would be the best choice to come talk to her and convince her to stand down. They failed to mention that she was coming in to talk to a child.

She swallowed a lump in her throat. Maybe she should avoid mentioning her father for now.

“Saxton Hale wants to negotiate with you on terms of your ownership of Mann Co.”

“Again?” An annoyed huff shakes the girl’s shoulders as she steeples her fingers together, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the desk. “How many times do I have to tell you all? I’m not negotiating anything unless my daddy’s here.”

Speaking of which, where was her father? Last she had heard, he was out on an island trying to gain an advantage over Helen with the whole Australium gathering thing. But he hasn’t contacted her in a while. It was off. Sure, he would get busy, but he would check in at least once every couple of days.

#interaction #southernfriedengie

@lil-miss-romano ⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

"Did you know about it?"

The words were small, meek; teetering on the edge of turning into choked sobs as Bella had walked into the room with items in hand. Word had just come of her father's fate; Killed at the hands of one of the mercenaries she had been tricked into trusting. If they weren't dead already, there would have been a new target for her to throw her anger at, but as of now, she didn't even know their current status since they had dropped off after ripping her father's life-extension-machine from his back. Olivia didn't look up from the gloves she had cradled in her hands. A custom pair that he had given her for protection. A final gift before...

A low sniff filled the room as tears slowly dropped from the girl's eyes; Shoulders shaking with the effort of holding back sobs until the door had been shut behind Bella.

#interaction #lilmissromano

@chrxnicdreams "Ahre youh shuhre youh're warhm enouhgh?"

Golden-green eyes narrowed as she looked up at the pyro; clutching her coat closer to her trembling form. It had been some time since the girl had been found after the last of the robots had been destroyed; Mann Co ripped from her tiny, iron grasp, and left with barely a person to trust in the world. Her father was dead. The team she had once adored was dead. The robots that had taken well enough care of her scrapped.

And all that was left were these men – these murders - in their wake. To say she was bitter would have been an understatement, but until the girl's fate was decided, some had been left with the last task of making sure that she didn't have a remaining trick up her sleeve; An ace that would come and rain hell on those who remained.

Boy, she wished she had one.

There was a light sniff as she dragged the back of her hand across her face (gloves being confiscated since they were technically a weapon with all the wiring rigged up inside of them).

"I have no idea what you're saying." Blunt. Curt. Did not want to be stuck with the Pyro of all people. Heck, she'd be more comfortable around the backstabbing Medic then whatever was under that suit.

#interaction #chrxnicdreams

@australiumdeprived 「ｘ」

“I’m ten, but that’s still no excuse. You should crouch or kneel more.”

#interaction #australiumdeprived

oliveprogeny-a-blog

Permanent Starter Call

Like/Reblog if it’s alright for me to tag you in stuff, send you starters/memes, and in general throw this brat child at your blog.

#self reblog

Winter/Holiday Sentence Meme

"Wow. That's. . . a lot of mistletoe!"

"Ha! Now you HAVE to kiss me!"

"I'm not kissing you. I don't care if it's tradition."

"Look, it's just a dumb tradition. You don't have to kiss me."

"It looks like we're snowed in for the night."

"Are you sure you're warm enough?"

"You're shivering."

"Do you wanna share a bed? Uh-- for warmth?

"That's all you're wearing?"

"You'll need more than a (insert an article of clothing) if you're going outside."

"C'mere. Let's get you warmed up."

"Kinda cozy, don't you think?"

"Sit by the fire for a bit. That might help."

"Don't lie to me, I see you shivering."

"Is that frostbite?"

"Holy shit, you're freezing!"

"Did you get me anything?"

"So. . .I got you a gift."

"Do you like your gift?"

"Bah-fucking-humbug."

"This is why I hate the holidays."

"I can't stand all this snow."

"We're going to freeze out here if we don't find shelter soon."

"You're not spending the holidays alone this year."

"Don't worry. I'm used to being alone for the holidays."

"Watch it, or you'll end up with snow down your pants."

#rp memes && starters

ericbrandonrp

Useless Details Ask Meme I

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse!

Their phone:

★ what kind of phone do they have? ☆ what is their phone’s background? ✪ their standard ringtone? ❉ do they have any pictures on their phone? ✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind? ✦ the first five names on their contacts list? ⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play? ✹ five - ten songs on their iPod/phone?

Their home:

♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations? ♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? ♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers? ♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first? ♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea? ♍ any pictures on their walls? what kind/of who? ♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor? ♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms

Digging deeper:

🌷 what do they have in their wallet? ꕥ what’s usually in their trouser/jacket pockets or purse? ☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants? 🍀 what kind of jewellery are they wearing? what’s their favourite peace? 🌻 what do their bedsheets look like? colour? patterns? 🌹 what’s the colour of your muse’s underwear right now?

#rp memes && starters