For a Price

"Hello there, the name's Terrence Sanders. What's the occasion?" "You can talk to my friend, Rochell, here, too." (M!A: None) // A Roleplay, Ask, and Art blog for Terrence, my Fan-Character of the show Penn Zero: Part Time Hero. //

[part-time-mercenary]

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Hello, I’m back. I was only going to take a couple days away from tumblr. Then other things came along and it became a couple weeks. Sorry for not notifying you all.

Well, as I regain my muse, I’ll catch up on what I missed (feels a bit daunting). I’ll also be posting a belated Halloween pic when I’m done coloring it.

In other exciting news, I received a couple asks to/including Rochell, though I’ll probably not answer one. I look forward to developing her character more. 

- Flutterwolves 

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[characterdevelopmentforwriters]

Has your character ever wanted to stab someone with a pointy object?

[part-time-mercenary]

“Yes, I will not elaborate.”

[liveslikeanindefinitehiatus-dea]

"Ferris Wheel"

Kaylee’s eyes were clamped shut, held firmly by her two hands. Of course, the ferris wheel just had to stick and leave them stuck. Of course, her unfortunate fear of heights had to resurface at just this time. But, it could be worse. She had no clue how, but it could be worse. “If I die up here, I want you to have my collection of shiny rocks.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence hummed affectionately. “Would you feel better with a hug?” He offered, not wanting to surprise an already anxious Kay by just embracing her without warning.

[liveslikeanindefinitehiatus-dea]

“Yes.” Kay’s hands moved south, from her eyes to cover the insane blush now forming. She gave Terrence a shaky smile. “I think that would help a lot…Thank you.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Wrap his arm around her in a slightly unsure, but sincere hug. “There we go.”

Once vague feelings started to become clear to him. And it frightened him. There were so many complications to consider. Still, this warmth was a rare thing in his life of hectic adventure. He didn’t want to let go.

[pxrttimezero]

"Hey, Zero the hero!"

After his initial shock, Penn gave a wide smile. “Terrence! I was wondering f you were still kickin’ around.” he joked in greeting. It certainly had been awhile; in fact, Penn was hoping he’d run into the mercenary again, even if Terrence had told him to remain weary. “I never had a chance to thank you for before.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence chuckled with a friendly smile. “Your welcome,” he replied, even though his help before wasn’t exactly free. Then with sincere gratitude, “And thank you for getting out me of that precarious situation. Glad to see you well.”

[parttime-student-deactivated201]

"We're surrounded by zombies... any way out?"

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking.” There’s an edge to her voice, and she was visibly shaking.

They were backed into what looked like a… conference room. Entirely her fault because of her bad sense of direction in utter chaos. The only door into the room was barricaded by a table, a shelf, and some chair, but she didn’t know how long it will hold.

Luke’s eye flit about the room, looking at the windows. They were shoddily boarded up; probably a hasty individual who was keeping something from coming in (or going out), and didn’t check how durable the wood was. It probably wouldn’t take much to break them, but there was still the issue of how high up they were, and how much time they had. Maybe there was a fire escape…?

“Help me with the windows,” she says, setting her dufflebag down and searching around inside of it. After a few seconds she pulls out two hammers, and hands one to him.

[parttime-student-deactivated201]

Okay, windows are done. Time to quickly assess their situation. Luke pokes her head out the window, scouting for possible escape routes. Turns out they were two floors up from the ground level; there’s a fire escape, but it was a couple of rooms over. Possibility of survival? Maybe.

Across from the building was another one, but it was too far to jump from this window over without proper momentum. Possibility of survival? No grabbling hook (that she knew of), so this equation would equal death. Luke looks down, and she spots an open dumpster beneath the window.

“…”

“Hey, Terrance, I know you are really mad at me right now, but I really need you to listen to me because I have another plan.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence looked over Luke’s shoulders. An easy feat considering his height. From that vantage point he couldn’t see the details to the far sides, but he could get the general idea of their outdoor surroundings.

With a skeptical raise of an eyebrow, he weighed his options. There weren’t many, practically none, and ended up deciding to hear her out.

“Alright, let’s hear it,” he answered keeping his voice mildly friendly.

[part-time-mercenary]

"Why are your cloths torn up? And why are you covered in blood?"

Terrence glared up at the speaker with a growl, not recognizing her. The trauma still had him in a blur of nausea, confusion, and pain. A headache pounded as he tried make sense of the situation. And this interloper wasn’t helping.

[rippenghhbrhhhrnnen]

“Yes?”

She quicky took out a pocket knife, in case it came back.

“Are you sure? I mean someone or something had to do this to you, Can you walk?”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence stared at his blood soaked hands but kept his thoughts muted. He was too overwhelmed to think properly.

“Y-yes,” he stuttered. Getting out of here was a good idea. Somewhere safe. He’ll have the time to figure out this mess out then. For now, he was going to depend on EvilCat for help.

[part-time-mercenary]

¡ Pet Peeves

“Hmph,” Terrence snorted, ”There are plenty of things that annoy me. Normally I don’t let them bother me, though.”

“Let’s see. Strangers getting into my personal space without invitation. Hello there, do you want a fat lip?”

“And talking politics, don’t. Just don’t.”

[part-time-mercenary]

5'3, female, slightly curvy build, blonde, green eyes. Wears a lot of Forest Green.

“Hmm, I don’t decide to date or not until I meet them in person first,” he smirked, “Which may be the case as that is quite a suspicious description you propose.”

[nyrma]

DESCRIBE YOURSELF ON ANON AND ILL SAY IF ID DATE YOU

[part-time-mercenary]

nyrma:

(gender, age, height, eye colour, hair colour, interests, ideal date, etc.)

[part-time-mercenary]

Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired: a pocket version of the Mirror of Erised!

Terrence brushed his hand over the beautiful decorations on the back of the object. Turning it over revealed a mirror and words engraved into the frame.

“Eri-?” He froze when he noticed something strange about the reflection. “What is this?!”

He repeatedly flipped the object over in disbelief. Angling it around, he tried to prove it was the trick of the light. All he found was there were things in the mirror without a counter-part in the real world.

This was definitely a enchanted artifact.Curiosity kept him from throwing it out of aversion to such items. He liked what he was seeing, but it also unnerved him at the same time. He was in conflict with himself on what to do with it.

[liveslikeanindefinitehiatus-dea]

"Ferris Wheel"

Kaylee’s eyes were clamped shut, held firmly by her two hands. Of course, the ferris wheel just had to stick and leave them stuck. Of course, her unfortunate fear of heights had to resurface at just this time. But, it could be worse. She had no clue how, but it could be worse. “If I die up here, I want you to have my collection of shiny rocks.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence hummed affectionately. “Would you feel better with a hug?” He offered, not wanting to surprise an already anxious Kay by just embracing her without warning.

[part-time-mercenary]

Treasure chest opened! You acquired: a road map of Oslo, Norway!

“That is...random,” he responded, “Hmm, Norway. Might be an interesting vacation destination.”

[part-time-mercenary]

❥

❥ Their Crush:

“Oh, no one in particular at the moment,” he shifted.

“I don’t run after crushes. Yes, sometimes my heart races when a women looks practically attractive. But it is a short lived feeling and obscures what I truly look for.”

[hear my muse talk about their...]

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired _____” Along with an Item My Muse would obtain by opening a secrete treasure chest, Make it ANY item you want and see My Muse’s reaction to obtaining said Item.

[part-time-mercenary]

"Why are your cloths torn up? And why are you covered in blood?"

Terrence glared up at the speaker with a growl, not recognizing her. The trauma still had him in a blur of nausea, confusion, and pain. A headache pounded as he tried make sense of the situation. And this interloper wasn’t helping.

[rippenghhbrhhhrnnen]

She was a bit confused. “Terrence, are you okay?”.She walked closer to Terrence. “Are you okay?”

[part-time-mercenary]

His name cut through the fog clouding his mind. Still, Terrence retreated when she moved towards him. After a moment the spark of realization came to him. He asked with a hoarse, trembling voice, “E-evilCat?”

“No. No I’m not,” he shook his head frantically. Panic was setting in. “I-I don’t reme-ember!”

[part-time-mercenary]

"YOUR BACK!!!" EvilCat jumped and screamed in joy. "Where have you been?"

Terrence smiled as he recognized the energetic voice. They may have only met a couple, short times before, but EvilCat was someone who makes an impression.

“Went home, and work,” he replied, holding the collar of his coat with a smirk, “I don’t live in Middleburg, you know.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence’s smile widen into a mischievous grin. “Maybe, instead, hide them,” he snickered at the devious deed he thought up, “Imagine how funny it would be to see him getting frustrated trying to find them.”

[rippenghhbrhhhrnnen]

She was snickering a bit.

“It seems a bit stupid and also sounds very fun, though I am gonna have to bring a taser if he tried to threaten a kid because of shredder”

“Well actually Larry, Rippen’s boss was telling me the other day about his horrible date with the music teacher.”

[part-time-mercenary]

Terrence hummed in delighted when his immature suggestion was accepted.

“What? Rippen, on a date?” he laughed, “How did he managed that?”

[parttime-student-deactivated201]

"We're surrounded by zombies... any way out?"

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking.” There’s an edge to her voice, and she was visibly shaking.

They were backed into what looked like a… conference room. Entirely her fault because of her bad sense of direction in utter chaos. The only door into the room was barricaded by a table, a shelf, and some chair, but she didn’t know how long it will hold.

Luke’s eye flit about the room, looking at the windows. They were shoddily boarded up; probably a hasty individual who was keeping something from coming in (or going out), and didn’t check how durable the wood was. It probably wouldn’t take much to break them, but there was still the issue of how high up they were, and how much time they had. Maybe there was a fire escape…?

“Help me with the windows,” she says, setting her dufflebag down and searching around inside of it. After a few seconds she pulls out two hammers, and hands one to him.

[part-time-mercenary]

A stern expression was present on Terrence’s face as he scrutinized the situation. He did blame Luke for leading them to this dead end, but kept his mouth shut. Just enough patience left not to insult her out loud.

Nodding in agreement he took the tool in hand. Then he stared tearing at the boards, letting his frustration power his swings. As Swiftly as possible they revealed the view outside.