Shady Is Under Construction Atm

23, M, semi-active OC multi-muse RP blog.

[unoraptormon]

“What do YOU want to become?”

The scarred woman rubbed her human eye with a frown. "Me? Someone who doesn't have to fight anymore. Someone who can live in peace."

She looked out over the land between the forest and the lake. Hydro Heads of all types played and trained with one another. "Yet, I am someone who must protect them from it all."

[shady-murican]

"Murphy's law loves to visit me when things seem to be at their worst." The scarred woman sighed, eyes subtly snapping from one group to the next. The offer gave her pause. A glance at the sky, a look at the lake, she turned her gaze to the woman who'd just appeared through time and space. "I've been doing this alone for a long time, but...." Harley took a deep breath and tilted her head. "What do you have in mind?"

"Probably help you out with whatever you'd need done around here, just to start small. I half-expected you to say no if I'm being honest."

[unoraptormon]

“What do YOU want to become?”

The scarred woman rubbed her human eye with a frown. "Me? Someone who doesn't have to fight anymore. Someone who can live in peace."

She looked out over the land between the forest and the lake. Hydro Heads of all types played and trained with one another. "Yet, I am someone who must protect them from it all."

[shady-murican]

"Then you'll need patience and a lot of fortune to see that through," she had said as though she had been there, done that. And even then, that peace only lasted for so long. "And to keep the 'why' in mind when things inevitably go haywire." She looked over to the Hydro Heads, eyes taking in the scene around her. "You don't need to go at this alone." Her eyes then rested on Harley, "I can take some of that weight off your shoulders. May as well make good use of my time here."

[unoraptormon]

shady-murican​:

unoraptormon​:

shady-murican​:

unoraptormon​:

shady-murican​:

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

“Aye, though I normally save it for allies.” She frowned, tilting her head until there was an audible crack.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have a feeling you’ll someone I’ll might be able to trust.” She took a few steps forward and held out a hand. “Name’s Harley.”

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

“Being able to sleep without worrying about whether my head gets lopped off or not sounds lovely enough.” She returned her hand, placing it in her robe pocket. “The humans… I’ll be the judge of,” she frowned, though not directed at her, “experience has taught me that hospitality is apparently spotty across different dimensions.”

The scarred woman chuckled at the thought of the man. “To summarize in a word, a viking.” She glanced outside as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. “Only in the summer. The rain is a boon for the farmers, and I get to enjoy the whining of the townsfolk.” She then let a small smirk play across her face. “I also get to have a shower instead of a bath in the lake.”

She nodded. Just so long as the viking in question wasn’t one of those fanatical types, she figured she’d be just fine. She frowned at first then allowed her expression to relax. To each their own, she supposed. “Mother Nature tends to provide a good shower every now and again,” she shrugged.

“It’s also a nice break from the sun.” The scarred woman bobbed her head. “Random question. Do you like potato soup?”

[shady-murican]

“It’s also a nice break from the sun.” The scarred woman bobbed her head. “Random question. Do you like potato soup?”

"I don't mind it from time to time," she tilted her head to the side, "Why?"

[unoraptormon]

(screw it, I'm letting Harley be adorable) After opening up a wormhole and having a brief conversation with the folk over on the other side, Lilith had gathered a small black kitten in her arms and offered him to Harley. "Aye, you've got a furry visitor. I know you can't keep him here but..."

“KITTY!”She reached out her hands, gingerly taking the black kitten and holding the precious baby close. “Kitty, kitty!”

[shady-murican]

"Oh, ho ho ho! Three mugs it is then." Gardu smiled, belly shaking once again. "I will be back momentarily." The man vanished into the kitchen with a wiggle of his nose and a waddle of his legs. Harley pressed her back solidly against the fireplace, finally closing her eyes. "Thank the Creator for a nice fire." "Thank you!" Gardu called from the kitchen, emerging shortly after with a tray of steaming mugs. "My son and I do our best to keep it tidy between holidays." "He's back?" Harley opened her right eye, skull gem pulsing. "For a small visit. Restocking on supplies and all that." Gardu lowered the tray for the pair to take a mug. "It's nice to see he's alright." Harley seemed to chirp as she reached up and carefully took one of the mugs.

"Indeed," she sighed, rubbing her hands out toward the fire for a moment or two to enjoy the warmth.

She graciously took a mug when the tray was set and looked toward the fire. With a soft blue glow of her hand, she cooled down the tea just enough to where it wouldn't scald the inside of her mouth as she took a sip. Now it was her turn to chirp, her visage brightening as the flavors hit her taste buds. Thankfully for her, the tea proved to be soothing in spite of developing circumstances over in her neck of the woods; anxious rapid-fire thoughts and concerns put on ice for now. The overtly jolly host also helped, and if the powers that be didn't put her on this planet, this dimension, she might've even put her guard down. Maybe.

[unoraptormon]

shady-murican​:

unoraptormon​:

shady-murican​:

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

“Aye, though I normally save it for allies.” She frowned, tilting her head until there was an audible crack.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have a feeling you’ll someone I’ll might be able to trust.” She took a few steps forward and held out a hand. “Name’s Harley.”

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

“Being able to sleep without worrying about whether my head gets lopped off or not sounds lovely enough.” She returned her hand, placing it in her robe pocket. “The humans… I’ll be the judge of,” she frowned, though not directed at her, “experience has taught me that hospitality is apparently spotty across different dimensions.”

“Humans are like that.” Harley nodded. “At the very least, the most dangerous human you’ll meet will probably be Magnus Fel.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking out the door. “Looks like the storm is, at least, lessening.”

[shady-murican]

The scarred woman chuckled at the thought of the man. "To summarize in a word, a viking." She glanced outside as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. "Only in the summer. The rain is a boon for the farmers, and I get to enjoy the whining of the townsfolk." She then let a small smirk play across her face. "I also get to have a shower instead of a bath in the lake."

She nodded. Just so long as the viking in question wasn't one of those fanatical types, she figured she'd be just fine. She frowned at first then allowed her expression to relax. To each their own, she supposed. "Mother Nature tends to provide a good shower every now and again," she shrugged.

[unoraptormon]

(screw it, I'm letting Harley be adorable) After opening up a wormhole and having a brief conversation with the folk over on the other side, Lilith had gathered a small black kitten in her arms and offered him to Harley. "Aye, you've got a furry visitor. I know you can't keep him here but..."

“KITTY!”She reached out her hands, gingerly taking the black kitten and holding the precious baby close. “Kitty, kitty!”

[shady-murican]

"It is a nice mixture of citrus and wood." Gardu answered as he got to his feet, setting a soft hand on the wood to stop his rocking chair. He looked up to Lilith, "I have a fresh pot brewing if either of you would like a cup." "I'll take a one." Harley looked to Gardu and sat down next to the cobblestone fire place on the opposite side of the rocking chair. The inside of the home was cozy. A door to a little kitchen rested to the right, another door next to it leading to a naturally light room; A table with a little chisel and wooden toy could be seen from where Lilith was standing. To the left sat a dining room, set for a group of five. Above it were a set of lofts, one of which held more of the strange chickens, most sleeping. In the center of the room were a couch on the right side, two comfy chairs on the left, all facing a little coffee table.

She looked over to Gardu as he spoke, giving a short bob of her head when he finished explaining. This was definitely something she would have to make when- wait, now? What timing. "So will I." She looked around the house from where she was standing, taking in the atmosphere. This was a welcome change from where she was moments ago, but moreover this reminded her of home, warm and inviting as it were, before it happened. "Lovely place you have here," she commented as she joined Harley near the fireplace, popping a squat a several inches away from her good side.

[unoraptormon]

shady-murican​:

unoraptormon​:

shady-murican​:

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

“Aye, though I normally save it for allies.” She frowned, tilting her head until there was an audible crack.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have a feeling you’ll someone I’ll might be able to trust.” She took a few steps forward and held out a hand. “Name’s Harley.”

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

“Being able to sleep without worrying about whether my head gets lopped off or not sounds lovely enough.” She returned her hand, placing it in her robe pocket. “The humans… I’ll be the judge of,” she frowned, though not directed at her, “experience has taught me that hospitality is apparently spotty across different dimensions.”

“Humans are like that.” Harley nodded. “At the very least, the most dangerous human you’ll meet will probably be Magnus Fel.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking out the door. “Looks like the storm is, at least, lessening.”

[shady-murican]

“Humans are like that.” Harley nodded. “At the very least, the most dangerous human you’ll meet will probably be Magnus Fel.” She tilted her head to the side, looking out the door. “Looks like the storm is, at least, lessening.”

She quirked a brow, "And who would this fellow be?" She followed the scarred woman's glance, "Is the weather here often like this?"

[unoraptormon]

shady-murican​:

shady-murican​:

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

“Aye, though I normally save it for allies.” She frowned, tilting her head until there was an audible crack.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have a feeling you’ll someone I’ll might be able to trust.” She took a few steps forward and held out a hand. “Name’s Harley.”

Lilith’s face scrunched up out of concern. When the scarred woman offered her hand, well… that was the last thing she expected; she was still on the weary side. Regardless, she stood up, studying the woman in front of her for a second as she did so, and returned the gesture with a firm grip and a nod.

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

[shady-murican]

“When the storm’s finished, I can take you to the Farmer’s District. It has the most friendly humans in the area.” She offered, returning the grip. “You’d be able to get a good night’s rest there and probably some good food.”

"Being able to sleep without worrying about whether my head gets lopped off or not sounds lovely enough." She returned her hand, placing it in her robe pocket. "The humans... I'll be the judge of," she frowned, though not directed at her, "experience has taught me that hospitality is apparently spotty across different dimensions."

[unoraptormon]

(screw it, I'm letting Harley be adorable) After opening up a wormhole and having a brief conversation with the folk over on the other side, Lilith had gathered a small black kitten in her arms and offered him to Harley. "Aye, you've got a furry visitor. I know you can't keep him here but..."

“KITTY!”She reached out her hands, gingerly taking the black kitten and holding the precious baby close. “Kitty, kitty!”

[shady-murican]

"Damn, that's impressive." Harley blinked in surprise. Gardu paused the rocking of his old rocking chair at the sight of the portal, irises glowing an icy blue. The jolly old man patted the strange chicken he hand in his lap as a broad smile broke out over his face. "Oh ho ho ho! Scarface, what a pleasant surprise! I wasn't expecting you and your friend for another hour." Harley then held up Void, almost like a kid at Christmas. "Alright if I bring him?" "Of course, the more the merrier." Gardu patted the odd chicken again, the creature flying off to the rafters. Harley grinned, holding Void close once more before walking through the portal. She paused, looking back at Lilith. "Have you ever had pine tea before?"

"Years of practice for you," she nonchalantly shrugged.

She had only heard of this "Santa Claus" in passing from different dimensions, heard endless tales of positively chaotic home invasions just to give children their presents on an extremely tight timeframe, the whole nine yards. She thought him to be another tall tale, but to see physical proof of the man existing? She could admit to being wrong. Now she was wondering how he could fit through so many chimneys- So someone else knew she was here prior to being seen, too. May as well have gave everyone a light show with that entry portal. Follow it up with a deafening tornado siren, even. Void lightly flailed around for a second as he was getting proudly held up in the air, but otherwise seemed indifferent to everything going on, then flailed again as he was being returned to his owner's warm, comforting hold. Lilith frowned as she watched the strange chicken make itself scarce. Stepping through the portal after Harley did, she snapped it close as quick as she entered. She looked over at the other and shook her head. "Nope. How is it?"

[shady-murican]

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

[shady-murican]

“Aye, though I normally save it for allies.” She frowned, tilting her head until there was an audible crack.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “I have a feeling you’ll someone I’ll might be able to trust.” She took a few steps forward and held out a hand. “Name’s Harley.”

Lilith’s face scrunched up out of concern. When the scarred woman offered her hand, well... that was the last thing she expected; she was still on the weary side. Regardless, she stood up, studying the woman in front of her for a second as she did so, and returned the gesture with a firm grip and a nod.

[unoraptormon]

(screw it, I'm letting Harley be adorable) After opening up a wormhole and having a brief conversation with the folk over on the other side, Lilith had gathered a small black kitten in her arms and offered him to Harley. "Aye, you've got a furry visitor. I know you can't keep him here but..."

“KITTY!”She reached out her hands, gingerly taking the black kitten and holding the precious baby close. “Kitty, kitty!”

[shady-murican]

The scarred woman’s skull gem pulsed a happy pink as she held Void to her chest. “There is a house over in the Farmer’s District, owned by a man called Gardu. He’s a kind soul that you might want to meet. It’s about 14 miles to the West of here.”

Lilith took in the information as it was said, her eyes pulsing a light lavender with the portal’s outline following suit a second later as the portal destabilized, rapidly shifting destinations. The description was solid enough that when the portal re-stabilized, the new destination was conveniently plopped right inside Gardu’s house, just beyond the front door. 

"Shall we proceed?"

[shady-murican]

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

[shady-murican]

Harley grimaced at the thought. She looked around the old outpost, glanced at the storm as another wave of heavy rain fell from the angry clouds.

“Go with the devil you know.” She whispered, then got to her feet. She looked to the other. “What did you say your name was again? Lilith?”

Tensions would surely boil over on her end now once someone on her end caught wind of what was said, an internal cold war between her and the org set to pop off. It was a price she was willing to pay, though. The last thing she needed was for anyone else to perish here on her behalf. With a nod, she looked to the other, “and I imagine you’ve got a more pleasant name than Scarface?”

[unoraptormon]

(screw it, I'm letting Harley be adorable) After opening up a wormhole and having a brief conversation with the folk over on the other side, Lilith had gathered a small black kitten in her arms and offered him to Harley. "Aye, you've got a furry visitor. I know you can't keep him here but..."

“KITTY!”She reached out her hands, gingerly taking the black kitten and holding the precious baby close. “Kitty, kitty!”

[shady-murican]

Harley looked down at the paw, a fond smile on her lips. Her skull gem glowed a soft happy pink as she cuddled the kitten once more again, fluffing his little head with a hand as she held him securely against her with the other arm.

Bacon the Hydranine watched his leader interact with the small cat, tail swishing from one side to the other. His skull gem, sitting securely in the metallic armor growth that covered his head, pulsed with fuchsia light. “Redael.”

Harley looked up, skull gem of her own pulsing. “Ah, that’s not a bad idea, but I’d need to speak with Gardu.” She then looked to Lilith. “Lilith, can you open your pet pathway in another location or is it locked to these cooridinate?”

Void finally settled down, melting into the affection and sinking into her arm.

Lilith watched on, finding the interaction adorable and all the more happy for the little fuzz bucket. When her name was called, her eyes shifted from the cat and to the other. “It can go wherever it’s needed. Where to?”

[shady-murican]

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

[shady-murican]

Her smile remained as she bobbed her head. “Aye, that’d be right.”

She tilted her head to the side until there was a solid pop. “I don’t want innocent folk getting caught in the crossfire of this war.”

She brought her head back down, eyes now focused on the scarred woman, her frown furrowing ever so slightly, “Hm.” In her mind, she momentarily considered bringing up the existence of the ones responsible for dumping her off here. Screw it. “I fear none of us have a choice in the matter.” She crossed her arms, “If I leave this rock now, a group - can’t say who - will likely dump another person here.”

[unoraptormon]

(screw it, I'm letting Harley be adorable) After opening up a wormhole and having a brief conversation with the folk over on the other side, Lilith had gathered a small black kitten in her arms and offered him to Harley. "Aye, you've got a furry visitor. I know you can't keep him here but..."

“KITTY!”She reached out her hands, gingerly taking the black kitten and holding the precious baby close. “Kitty, kitty!”

[shady-murican]

Harley held Void close, resting a protective hand on the back of the kitten’s head. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. They won’t hurt you.”

“We see through eyes of Redael.” Bacon spoke. “See you before. Good to see you have not attacked us.”

“Either way.” Harley looked up from Void. “Thank you again for Void. He will be treasured here.”

The kitten stayed put, ‘lest, in his mind, something happened to him; only allowing enough movement for a paw to unintentionally touch the big scar on his owner’s face, letting it rest there as he seemingly prepared to scuttle off in the event things went down. “Haven’t been given a reason to even entertain the thought of doing so." Her brows furrowed in thought, a thought that was going to bug her for some time. Redael meant something, but that could be figured out later. Preferably when she was less sleep deprived. As Harley was talking, Lilith looked over to her. “Glad to hear that. I’ll be sure to run that by Vivian whenever I get the chance.” She scratched the back of her head, “We were both wondering when someone would take him, he was sitting in that shelter for quite a while. I would’ve, but I already have two fuzzballs to worry about."

[shady-murican]

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

[shady-murican]

Her brows raised, scrunched slightly in sympathy. “I am sorry for you loss. I hope their souls are at rest.”

She looked to the ground, skull gem turning blue as thoughts of her own past bubbled briefly to the surface. She closed her eyes; It was raining enough from the storm.

“Either way,” A soft odd smile crossed her lips. “I will worry until we can get you to the Farmer’s District.”

She merely nodded and blinked away the faintest of tears, not wanting to further contribute to her mental anguish by replying. She tilted her head upwards and looked to a random spot on the ceiling, as if she were physically trying to stay afloat in this silent battle. She frowned a bit, tilting her head ever so slightly, “There’s no fighting you on that worry of yours, is there?”

[shady-murican]

(Bam, outfit. Also I’m going to preface this by admitting that I haven’t sat down and actually started writing in years so forgive me if I’m dog water.) The mage knew it was part of her job description to see these dimensions out, but to be thrust in at the dead of night must’ve meant that this was very important. After getting on her feet from an awkward landing, no thanks to the wormhole that sent her here in the first place - she dusted herself off and scanned her surroundings. “Where in the blazes am I?” she quietly wondered to herself, hesitant on taking an aimless direction to walk toward. @unoraptormon​

[shady-murican]

“Are they alive?” she asked, a simple question but one tainted with a bittersweet tone. “I hope you can repair the relationship if so.”

She leaned her head back again, reaching a hand up to rub the barbed wire scar that circumvented her neck.

“As for the Hunters, I would still be cautious. Underestimating an opponent can have grave consequences here.” She let her right eye open, the fuchsia gem pulsing. “And not everyone can handle them.”

The innocent question flared up another round of emotional pain in addition to now having constricting guilt manifest in her throat, threatening to break her down, but she managed to push it aside this time, just like she had with other emotions. “Two are no longer... alive, but the rest are.”  And that was as much of an answer she dared to give for now, nodding at the last statement and thanking her. The last thing she wanted to do was get all weepy-eyed. The tone didn’t go unnoticed and combined with the following gesture, she figured this was a rough subject. Maybe she was looking into it too much, but for both their sakes, she’d just drop it. “Believe me, I’m not trying to underestimate anyone. Just know that I’ll be fine.”