THREE'S A CROWD @opclescence - Tumblr Blog

“God, why does pa let both of y’all steal MY blog?”

“Mom made me do it. Said it’d be fun for us to bond over.”

“Thanks for sharin’ sis.”

#; crack ;#; ic jasper ;#; ic spinel ;#; ic opal ;#im excited for these lil shits to all be on one thing together #mostly bc im too lazy to give the boys their own blog #but i also love these dweebs so much #anyways i might sleep early again #so ill finish their bios later

since i’ve been tossing around the idea of having spinel and jasper on this blog too ( and ive been wanting to rp the two as well but have no desire to make them their own blogs )

im gonna add them to the blogs, i.e add bio pages for them and give them their own tags. might change the blog url in the future but for now it stays just so people can recognize the blog easier

#; ooc ;#triplets get 2 share a blog rip them #nah but i just love the idea of these 3 having their own posts of just them bickering #idk

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opclescence:

Hearing her voice, the accent on her lips was only making Opal grow more and more sickened by the situation. Was she only here to taunt her? She’d had plenty enough with people mocking her accent, and hearing it come from someone who’d meant a lot to her only made it worse.

“Stop mockin’ me. Just stop all of this.”

“Mock ya?”

For a moment, Flora actually looked hurt by the implication. She kept that accent going so she wouldn’t forget her. Yet here she is getting flak about it. Of course, she regained her composure once more and merely took a single step toward the other to test the reaction.

opclescence

“I told you years ago how I felt about the way I talk. I told you a lot of personal things about myself, did you really forget all of that?” Opal takes a step backwards, even if part of her wants to talk things out, see if it helps, she has to get herself to safety, especially after she witnessed how willing she was to take an innocent life away.

“Stop bein’ like this, this ain’t the Flora I fell in love with.”

#bladedflora #; ic ;#everythings fiiiine

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opclescence:

She can’t look. Her eyes shut immediately and her stomach feels nauseated, her face completely drains of it’s color and it’s hard for her to believe that this was the same girl she had been with years ago. Once she opens her eyes, she does anything to avoid looking at what she did.

“Why are you doin’ this?”

“What, no small talk? Haven’t seen me for years and cuttin’ right t’ the chase? Y’all really didn’t miss me that much.”

The smile, despite being sickening itself, falls flat in an instant. With that, the woman hardly even resembled Flora in the faintest sense of the word. No life in her cold, almost seemingly glowing eyes.

“I told ya. Revenge. I do my job ‘n my boss’ll help me get that.”

opclescence

Hearing her voice, the accent on her lips was only making Opal grow more and more sickened by the situation. Was she only here to taunt her? She’d had plenty enough with people mocking her accent, and hearing it come from someone who’d meant a lot to her only made it worse.

“Stop mockin’ me. Just stop all of this.”

#bladedflora #; ic ;#m'girls self conscious about her accent #flora aint helpin

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opclescence:

She honestly thought she’d never see her again, though somewhere in the back of her mind there was a small amount of hope that that wasn’t true. And here she was, staring at Flora who almost seemed like an entirely different woman from the lady she’d fell in love with.

Opal remains composed, despite the fact there’s far too many emotions running in her mind right now. She can’t treat this Flora like she was the same many years ago, but it’s clear as day that she’s changed for the worse over time.

“What happened to you?”

“Oh, y’ know. Sent to a planet that wanted nothing more than t’ use me until I was broken, tossed back ont’ the streets by my own parents, then picked up by someone lookin’ t’ help me get some payback on this kai-forsaken world.”

As she said this, she casually swung her blade down on the man that took the chance to try and flee. The blade never seemed to touch them, but the sheer speed seemed to connect. Blood splattered across Flora and she didn’t even seem to bat an eye while she looked to the other.

Opal hardly seemed to change at all…

“What ‘ve you been up ta?”

opclescence

She can’t look. Her eyes shut immediately and her stomach feels nauseated, her face completely drains of it’s color and it’s hard for her to believe that this was the same girl she had been with years ago. Once she opens her eyes, she does anything to avoid looking at what she did.

“Why are you doin’ this?”

#bladedflora #; ic ;#blood /

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@opclescence

“..Well, didn’t expect t’ see you here.”

It was a rather honest response. The woman almost didn’t realize who it was until the hair clicked somewhere in the back of her mind. She hadn’t seen her (reluctant) ex since before her kidnapping. At the moment, however, she was about to do away with what seemed to be a completely random person on the streets.

opclescence

She honestly thought she’d never see her again, though somewhere in the back of her mind there was a small amount of hope that that wasn’t true. And here she was, staring at Flora who almost seemed like an entirely different woman from the lady she’d fell in love with.

Opal remains composed, despite the fact there’s far too many emotions running in her mind right now. She can’t treat this Flora like she was the same many years ago, but it’s clear as day that she’s changed for the worse over time.

“What happened to you?”

#bladedflora #; ic ;#this is fine :")

“Someone mad mom and dad ain’t around to tuck her in and read bedtime stories? Looks like you could use a nap, god knows you fuckin’ need one.”

#; commentary ;#; ic ;

She’s gonna get to training, and fast. Gotta kick a fucker’s ass.

#; ic ;#; commentary ;

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opclescence:

“I’m being realistic. Being put in that situation with little to no advice and a good pat on the back sayin’ ‘good fuckin’ luck’ is gonna make anyone have little chance of survivin’. Besides, yer the one who put her there in the first place, I know she’ll do great, but it ain’t because of you, that’s for sure.”

“She asked for this. Strength comes from strife. Sitting here on good’ol Earth living with her parents was holding her back. Just like you were.”

“You can’t get strong from just training. Those that face strife, that stare death in the face and come back smiling… there’s a clear difference between them and the rest. Either she’ll live, and prove she was worth the effort… or she’ll die a failure. I’m not gonna claim to be responsible for either. What happens to that girl is up to her, now.”

opclescence

“No, what yer doin’ is reckless and irresponsible. Yer throwin’ her into a situation that’ll end up doin’ more harm than good. Yer methods are tactless and cruel, and whether or not you say you will or won’t, you ARE gonna be responsible for her death. Y’ain’t a mentor or whatever the hell ya wanna call yerself, yer just a terrible person lookin’ for an excuse to kill someone.”

#temporalhuntress #; ic ;

“Brothers? What brothers? They moved out a long time ago, I don’t know what yer talkin’ about.”

#; ic ;#i feel bad bc 7 13 and opal doNT TALK ABOUT THE M MUCH LMAO

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opclescence:

“ No, just to advise ya that if you go through with this, she’ll more than likely die. Some teacher you’d be if that happens.”

“Wow. Got a lot of faith in her, I see.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot. I gave her the tools she’d need to survive. If she dies, that’s her own damn fault now.”

opclescence

“I’m being realistic. Being put in that situation with little to no advice and a good pat on the back sayin’ ‘good fuckin’ luck’ is gonna make anyone have little chance of survivin’. Besides, yer the one who put her there in the first place, I know she’ll do great, but it ain’t because of you, that’s for sure.”

#temporalhuntress #; ic ;