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@piltoverprofligate
✗ ✗ Indie RP Blog for Zuttankarmen, the Great Mask Demon, from Patapon.
Will have bloody and gorey scenes.
Will RP with anyone. Any fandom, any character.
OC friendly!!
RPs in paragraph format.
Mun is very friendly!!
'You will be delicious…'
Really sorry for being so inactive! Things have been busy since I got out of school considering my mom and I are planning on going on a trip!
I should be back after then! But if I'm lucky, maybe I'll do some replies while I'm there. Not completely 100% sure I will because I dunno if we'll have internet, but it may happen!
Thanks for being patient!
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"Since I have to wear this damned outfit for the week!" He growled at her, he tossed another blade this time aiming for her feet. He didn’t care of he hit her or not. He was just teasing her now.
"I’d hate to get this damned dress messy, cause then I have to clean it! When I clean it I’ll be in my boxers! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THESE BOXERS!"
"No..One."
"Missed me again!" she called out, simply side stepping to avoid the dagger. Was he even really trying to kill her at this point? Cmon, that was so lame.
"Oh, your boxers, hm? Guess you'd hate if somebody was to expose 'em to the world, huh?" she giggled, instantly getting a rather mischievous idea. Which was never a good thing when it was Jinx getting the idea.
[CLOSED]
The bounty hunter heard his target shout out and smiled in victory saying to Pip, "Told ya so, we are so going to have lunch tonight~" The little electronic friend let out a a groan as Captain's electronic eyes went to work scanning her equipment a small progress bar of analyzing her stance and what not and when it finished...
???
That was all. Three question marks. His high tech eyes failing him was so confusing to the augmented human that he simply stared in confusion before looking at some other bystander that began to run away vitals specs, danger level, and other stats showing up as it scanned him.
"Huh? Why can't I scan her?" He asked pip looking back at Jinx again achieving the same result. This annoyed the Captain whatever,-
"Captain." Pip said interrupting his thoughts.
"What?" He replied fiddling with the built in combat assistant. He had to figure out what was wrong?
"She asked you a question aren't you gonna answer her?" Pip replied in annoyed tone, making the Captain make an oh yeah gesture before he looked up her shouting, "One second! I need to find out why I can't scan you for your stats so uhhh..." He looked back down pressing another button, "Stay right there, I'll resume my attempts at killing you for money in a moment!"
"Aaawww! That's no fun! I don't like waiting, you know!" she replied in a mock upset voice, "How about this..."
"How about you just die, huh?!" she yelled, instantly blasting a rocket towards the two of them. She wasn't about to wait! Like who would do something like that? And why did her stats even matter, all they'd say is just... 'Super awesome and explosive! Kaboom!'
She quickly shot a few more their way, watching as they drew ever closer to the two, well, what she could only assume were bounty hunters. And boy, were they going to get that bounty! If by bounty you meant a barrage of bullets and rockets!
"You came from Zaun. Something must have happened to you there. Someone doesn’t just wake up one day and want to destroy cities." He had nothing to hide. Why try to even hide it? "If you didn’t know, I was imprisoned there for a long time… And they… well…. tortured me. So I know what they do to people there. I’m curious because I want to know if the same thing happened to you happened to me, but you just can’t remember." he closed his eyes and looked down angrily. "I’d have fun blowin’ that city up, I tell you what."
"Welp, that's just what happened, gunguy! Not much to it. Got bored, thought it'd be a great idea to blow up the neighboring city, and here we are!" she exclaimed, "Like... Boom!"
She couldn't help but think he was trying to turn her bored-ness into something deeper. She wasn't tortured, or upset by Zaun into making her this way. Really!
"I mean... if anything, I just thought blowing stuff up was a good thing! And hey, maybe one day I'll wreak havoc on Zaun! Who knows!"
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Silently, she sat in one of the darker alleyways of Piltover. The symphonies of her gears had dwindled to short, slow ticks, the gears of her body barely twitching. Although experiencing a lack of energy the automaton could not bring herself to turn the golden key on her back. Her hands shook, fumbling in the dust around her, but refusing to reach backwards.
"Jinx," she murmured the name, the word screeching from her metal. "Jinx," she repeated, this time clearer. Her slow speech became an odd chant, continuously repeating the name.
But her Jinx was nowhere to be found.
Orianna had encountered many Jinxs stumbling around, but none of them were her’s. None of them held the cocky grin, the raucous laughter. They were only copies.
"Jinx." For a final time she spoke her name. The glow of her eyes dimmed "Jinx," she mumbled. "Return."
{ piltoverprofligate
Her boots tapped on the concrete below them as she walked the streets. Where had she gone? Nobody really knew. Not even her. But what she did know, is that this place was probably super boring without her there. And upon her return, while she knew she had to return the place to it's former chaotic and panicked state...
She had something, er, someone else on her mind.
Did Orianna miss her at all, she wondered? It was kind of something that Jinx didn't want to focus on, but Orianna was one of her friends. That sounded strange in her head, considering she never really had friends, but that didn't make it any less true.
As she turned a corner, she heard mumbling. In a familiar voice, no less. And what was it she heard? Her name?
"Heeeeey! Ballady! Miss me?" she called out, approaching the automaton, her hand waving not unlike some kind of pool noodle.
[ I FINALLY FINISHED MY FINALS AND JINX'S MUSE IS BACK HELLO EVERYONE ]
♕ ♆ Indie RP blog for Lord Ignis from the work in progress game ‘Friends’
Will RP with literally anyone. Any fandom, any character at all.
Mutiverse.
Very OC friendly!
Paragraph formatat all times.
Mun is very friendly!!
Just a forewarning, there will be Blood, Gore, Death, and possible spoilers for'Friends'. You have been warned.
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○ ○ ○ An indie RP blog for Tele from the work in progress game ‘Friends’
Will RP with literally anyone. Any fandom, any character at all.
Mutiverse.
Very OC friendly!
Paragraph format at all times.
Mun is very friendly!!
[ BLOG ] [ RULES ] [ INFO ] [ 'FRIENDS' ]
[ Could you guys spare some time and check out Tele's blog? She's an OC of mine and I really want to interact with people with her ;; ]
He growled at her as he quickly tossed a dagger at her, missing her by a half inch as a warning. Obviously he was not in the mood for her bullshit, he wanted to just grab her scrawny neck and slam her into the ground for fucking with him right now. He hated this, he hated this dress more than her though. It was the reason he was so mad.
"I would gladly kill you, if my dress wouldn’t get ruined and covered in blood. Since blood is hard to get out of it. He sighed as he looked at his dress. "I hate this dress, more than I hate most things.."
"Whoops, looks like you missed!" she teased, definitely knowing he did it on purpose. "I guess you probably couldn't hit me though! It's normal! Don't feel too bad about it!"
She desperately wanted to see him try, but she guessed if he was going to be so attached to that frilly maid's dress it was futile. Either way though, wouldn't hurt to try.
"But you hate it? Why're ya so attached to it where you won't even get blood on it?"
Malcolm sighed. “Well, why’s destruction your only source of fun? I ain’t gonna lie, I can enjoy a good high explosive shot or two myself, but to destroy a city? Seems a little insane to me.” he shot her a look, not of anger, but more of pity. She must really have been mentally damaged in Zaun, something must have made her snap. Malcolm planned to find out what made her tick, chipping away at her damaged psyche little by little.
"Welllll... I just always enjoyed destroying things! I've been doing it for as long as I remember! But then again, that isn't a very long period of time, haha!" she laughed a bit, before realizing what she though he was trying to do. "Hey... why are you so curious all of a sudden?"
It really wasn't often she had talked to someone so... curious about her. Something must be up.
[CLOSED]
"The City of Piltover…" Pip replied.
**Three weeks later in Piltover**
"Geez… what’s up with this place?" Captain asked looking around at the chaos that he noted in the city. "I thought this was supposed to be nerd town." He added walking through streets.
"According to the reports some Maniac has been terrorizing the city. Says nothing more." Pip replied as the computer looked through the files.
"So who is our target?" Captain asked curiously gazing upon a building that looked like a war was fought on it.
"Someone by the name of Jinx, there’s nothing else… just a name." His long time companion replied. "How lazy of the person to not fully fill the bounty form… But the reward is quite substantial."
"Crap. So how are we going to find her…" Captain mused rubbing his chin, then his face lit up with an idea as he snapped his fingers. saying I got it! "I’ll just shout her name! She’ll here it and come looking, for our challenge then.. blammo! We win."
If the electronic friend had the ability to make a dead panned look it would have instead it settled for saying, “That will never work.”
Captain, however elected to ignore Pip shouting, “JINX! COME OUT! SO I CAN COLLECT THAT BOUNTY AND GET LASER EYES!”
"Laser eyes? We can’t even afford food much less laser eyes." Pip told him with an electronic facepalm. With how the bounty hunter kept shouting, it was suffice to say, he ignored his friend.
"Hey!! Up here!" she called out towards the two of them, waving her arm furiously as she did, almost in a teasing way. "What brings you to Lametover, huh? It's awfully boring here!"
She quickly grabbed Fishbones, and aimed him at them, preparing for any sudden attacks. She knew this situation all too well, and while she may act gullible, she wouldn't fall for something as hastily planned as this.
"Hey Fathands!" Jinx called from the top of one of the nearby buildings, waving her hand, while her free one was hidden behind her back, before she quickly tossed the orb she had gotten from Orianna at the enforcer, aiming for her head, and yelling "Catch!"
Vi turned her head at the sound of the menace’s voice, her eyebrows shooting upwards as she caught sight of the object—was that Orianna’s ball?—being whipped in her direction. Quickly sidestepping to evade the impact, Vi looked towards the braided terrorist and sighed.
"So you’re a thief now too, huh Boney Braids?"
Jinx huffed. She was starting to get bored. She had expected a chase, especially considering the fact that she had been planning this for awhile. It had been quite a long time since she had even really seen Vi, considering she was being summoned left and right this whole week.
"Aaaw, is Fathands chickening out? C’mon, I know you want to! Don’t put up that stupid ‘Need to stay calm’ thing! What’s the fun in that?" she teased, before turning around and putting her arms in a shrugging position. "Oh well, guess Fathands doesn’t want to play! Can’t even do her job, huh Fishbones? How pathetic!"
Chickening out… Not at all, you bitch.
Daggers in the form of her cold, violet glare were shot at the terrorist, her teeth moving to dig into her lip to keep herself grounded. The familiar taste of blood filled her senses, and while Vi knew it’d be safer to just lash out and avoid damaging her skin at her own hand, she refused. Too long she had been berated for her stupid, impulsive decisions to chase the braided terror around blindly and she would take no more of it. Fuck punching her to the ends of Runeterra, Vi’s pride would no longer be bruised by criticism.
Oh, but it was so hard.
"You, shut the fuck up," she called out, her fists steaming as if readying to launch her body forward. "I’m doing my fucking job by not egging you on, you piece of shit! Now get the fuck out of here and terrorize another city! I’ll kill your shitty self another day!" Vi shifted on her feet, her heels lifting and ready to jump up and swat her from her perch atop the building.
No, no, no… I. Have. To. Stay. Calm.
She put her hand on her chin, and pretended to think, before pretending to have an idea. "How about... Nah!" she called out, sticking out her tongue and blowing a little raspberry at her.
"Why would I wanna do that? C'mon, why would I stop destroying my absolutel favorite city? What would you do without me here, huh? Not much! Just boring old life here in Lametover!" she retorted, "Admit it! You wouldn't be having fun either if I wasn't here! I mean, how fun could a city run by Hatlady be?"
"I’m wearing the last thing you’ll see if you keep MOCKING ME CUR!" He roared, obviously pissed about this, and he didn’t need her laugh to annoy her anymore than she already did. "I hate my fucking life.." Was all he said as he watched her fall over.
She quickly regained herself from her position on the floor, and hopped up back into standing in front of him. "Haha, that's even funnier! You think you can kill me! Haha... nah. I doubt that!"
"...Especially not when you're wearing that" she replied, tugging on a little corner of the maid dress.
