Codename: MUTE

Independent RWBY OC for an Atlas Specialist. Penned by Chib.

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[specialistchevalier]

“I saw that. You just checked me out.” Stefano commented

Is he suuuuure? there’s a faint smile to her face, keeps quiet. “Can I not take notice of those passing by?” She quips.

[rtherpmeme]

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ –

 FIRSTS -

“Hey… Can we try something new?” “Is it going to hurt?” “Wait! I…I’ve never done this before.” “Just be still and relax…” “Er, am I doing this right?” “I’m not hurting you, am I?” “I want my first time to be with you.” “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to finish so early!” “Ah, I feel so embarrassed…”

 PUBLIC AFFAIRS -

“Wow…you’re easy to rile up.” “Forget the bed…let’s do it right here.” “What if someone sees us?!” “Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” “Try to keep quiet…we wouldn’t want to get caught.” “Are you serious? Here? Now?”  “We should do it somewhere else other than a bed tonight.” “Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.” “I’m going to mark you as mine tonight.” “I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

  PICK-UP LINES && SUGGESTIONS. -

“I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “I can’t take my eyes off of you.“ “If these people weren’t here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I like my reflection a little more with you all over me.” “Does this feel good?” “Take a bath with me?” “Are you sure you want to do it in the shower- we could slip!” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.”  “i got a new apartment, and i need someone to put clothes on the floor. “ “I just want to bend you over and fuck you hard…”

 HOT && HEAVY -  

“You make such adorable sounds.” “ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “ “S-Stop staring at me like that!” “So are we going to do this already or what?” “Stop teasing!” “do you know how bad i want you?” “you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.” “Don’t cover your mouth…I like hearing you.” “Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.” “We’ve only got three minutes…let’s do this fast.” “get on your knees.” “oh, look who’s not wearing any underwear~”  “what’s my name?” “Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?” “I love seeing you covered in my marks…” “I love it when you leave your marks on me…” “don’t stop!” “Please. I need you. Now.” “i want you to fuck me.” "Should we use rope or handcuffs?” “beg for it.” “bend over.” “Let me hear you sing for me.” “you are already turned on ~?” “swallow it. all of it.”

  MISC -

“ Come sit on my lap, love “ “ You look so gorgeous right now…” “ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to cum. “ “ Strip for me. Slowly. I want to savor every inch of you. “ “ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~” “ Mmm… do you like that? “ “Such a pretty sight, all tied up in ropes.” “I wore these panties just for you.” “You are mine, never forget that.” “Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could touch me.” “You’ll be glad to hear that I’m not wearing underwear today.” “You like how I bend over for you, huh?” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “You wanna help me out of this?”

[rpmemegenshikkaku]

Send 🚿 to catch my muse bathing/showering

[specialistchevalier]

specialistfrost‌:

specialistchevalier  Mute replied to your post: 

/Why not your butt/

“I mean, thank you. my glutes are at there maxumis and appericate the shout out”

Damn straight skippy. “Worked hard for what you do--both mind and body. Got to be, to be a Specialist...”

[quick-drxw]

"Frosts' butt is better. Sorry, Ocelot."

“Alright fair enough. I can agree with you there.”

[specialistchevalier]

specialistfrost‌:

“say what now”

#oshit #abortmission

[quick-drxw]

Amnesia

[specialistchevalier]

rxnin-of-vale‌:

“But of course Minuit.” He replied with a smile as he sat back in the chair. “Besides, im sure its only a matter of time before you regain your memory.” Even though he knew there was a chance it could very much be the opposite, Dima still had hope though.

“Though you should know just in case you are curious. We arent exactly the closest of friends, we knew of each other and had met a few times. But we didn’t really speak frequently if at all, as a result of our busy schedules and the fact more than one specialist is rarely required for a task.” He explained with a sigh.

“But as specialists we are family, so we must take care of one another.” That seemed to be an effort to lift both of their spirits, though it did not seem to really work even for him.

He is confident, and she becomes so too, giving him a small smile. She could only hope so--having her memory would be essential. It felt uncomfortable not to remember anything, but with Dima there...she’d be just fine.

“You are one regardless.” She writes, lowering her gaze. She feels like the back of her mind is pattering with noise, fuzzy, really....She wishes she could identify it, breathing out with a hiss and odd noise that sounded peculiarly like a click. 

“I am grateful for your help, Dima. Was I....you said that I was found by another...are they alive too?” It was just a question, taking the pencil to reach ant attempt to tap the top of his hand with the end of the implement.

[quick-drxw]

Oop, Ocelot. Mute's appeared, draping herself caaaaaaaaaaasually against your arm.

“Heh, hello to you too Minuit.” He said with a chuckle. “Do you need something?”

[specialistchevalier]

The Specialist shakes her head...but doesn’t seem to move from her location. Perhaps he’s warm and she’s in her lighter gear....which means that she’s trying to sop up his body heat.

Rude.

[specialistchevalier]

bxd-kxrma‌:

“Was there something you needed?”

“.....”

“....................!!”

Quick sign. “You said you needed something.” Hands pause, and her fingers touch her lips, then reach out to brush against the others’ shoulder, should she stay in range.

[specialistchevalier]

bxd-kxrma‌:

“I want kisses….”

....

may or may not want to give a kiss.

[specialistchevalier]

bxd-kxrma‌:

@specialistchevalier Liked.

“Oi, have I ever told you I can speak sign language? Well… Do you really speak sign? More like… Motion sign, right?”

Shakes her head, a hand pressed to her cheek in curious admiration. Hand lowers with a slow blink, nods. She switches between the two in her explanation that she had to teach both to herself--with some help--after she woke up in the hospital.

[specialistchevalier]

Places sleepy Frost next to Mute

Mute gently curls up to the sleepy frost, cheek brushing against her arm as she closes her eyes...and...too, falls asleep.

[quick-drxw]

Amnesia

[specialistchevalier]

rxnin-of-vale‌:

Looking at the clipboard Dima nodded. “You’d like to know who you are and how you got here? Alright it is a bit of a long story.” He warned her. “Your name is Minuit, Minuit Chevalier and are currently 24 years old. You are whats known a specialist or a special ops soldier in the Atlas military.”

That was no doubt the easiest part to explain, after all there was still quite a lot they didnt know about when it came to her capture.

“About a month ago after being recalled to the kingdom you were ambushed on the way back and captured. While you were captured they tortured you, though we don’t know exactly what was done to you aside from the fact that you have severe chemical burns along the inside of your throat. Which is why you are unable to talk.”

She seems to sit still and listen, and as the man talks, her hand begins to doodle swirls and dots and ‘stars’ all over the page.

Her name was Minuit. She was a soldier in Atlas...whatever that was. Or whoever that was. She struggled to remember the kingdom, struggled to remember what he was talking about, but all it gave her was a headache, hand covering her eyes briefly as he reaches the end of his talk.

...that would explain, though, why her throat hurt trying to talk. It would explain the pain with the occasional deep breath, and when the headache has passed, she lowers her eyes, and writes in it.

“Thank you.”

[quick-drxw]

Amnesia

[specialistchevalier]

rxnin-of-vale‌:

“I have some paperwork to get done so I shall leave you two for the time being.” The doctor said as he started to walk towards the door, stopping next to Dima to briefly whisper to him. “Be careful, try not to overwhelm her with information.” With that the doctor left them.

Dima moved to grab a nearby chair and move close, seating himself right beside her. “This is going to be a lot for you to take in, so ill take it slow.” He informed her quietly pausing for a minute to word his next few sentences carefully.

“I’ll start with the most important thing. Yes, you are or were hurt very badly. The good news is that you will be fine. However the bad news is that your throat was damaged severely and the doctors dont think you will be able to properly speak ever.” He explained slowly, trying to let her fully comprehend what he was saying.

As he was about to speak up an idea crossed his mind. “I will be right back.” Was all he said before jogging out of the room, coming back soon after with a clipboard in hand. Taking a seat once more he offered the clipboard full of blank paper and a pen to her. “This will have to do for now, until we can figure out something better.”

She looks up as the Doctor talks about needing to do paperwork...Thats what they do, she guesses; just stand and watch people until they have to write down what the person did. Dima grabs a chair and brings it closer to her bed, an she’s glad she can sit upright because she aches all over. 

The worst part is she felt like she wanted to compare it to something but she couldn’t think of anything to compare it to!

But she listens, keeping her attention on him, trying her best not to show her reactions on her face. It made sense that she was badly injured. She looks to her hands, curls her fingers. Those work. Wiggles her toes under the blanket. Those work too. The comment about her throat, though, makes her bring her hand to it, gingerly touching the cloth and flinching with the dull throb of pain. What’d happened to it. Did he know? Did they know? 

Attempt to question him about it is foiled as Dima gets to his feet...and leaves briefly, coming back with a clipboard and pen.

...She takes both items, settling the clipboard on her lap and studying the pen, making sure its open before tapping the writing implement to the paper itself.

she draws a bed, a rough stick figure of her, and a question mark. Taps her stick figure, then the bed, followed by the question mark, and looks to him once more.

[quick-drxw]

Amnesia

[specialistchevalier]

rxnin-of-vale‌:

@specialistchevalier continued from Here: X

Recovering the fellow specialist had been a lengthy and tiring operation for everyone involved. But they had gotten it done just barely, even with the amount of blood spilled on both sides the worst part had to be the amount of people that had escaped justice… Possibly worse than all that was reading the medical report. The damage done was severe and deep, both physically and mentally. But with the technology of Atlas and some of the best doctors and surgeons remnant had to offer they had managed to save her.

Ocelot had entered the room to check in, and was informed by the doctor in the room that they had been monitoring brain activity and that the recent increase in said activity meant that she could wake up any moment.

“Be warned sir it is very likely she may be experiencing amnesia as a result of the severe trauma she endured.”

As the doctor spoke he glanced over to the hospital bed to notice her eyes slowly starting to open by the time the doctor had finished. Nodding to the doctor Dima stepped next to the bed and with the softest smile he could muster he spoke. “Hey. Welcome back. Its good to see you Minuit.” The emotionless expression was worrying. “Its Ocelot, er uh Dima… Don’t you remember?”

A sad sigh followed when she stayed quiet and looked even more confused. Dima looked back at the doctor briefly and mouthed. “How long?”

“Hard to know for sure im afraid. Could be a few hours, could be a week, or even permanent.”

He’d come over to sit at her bedside, bright gaze locked on him. The expression carried in her eyes was different than the one before the incident. There was a blankness behind them, carried still when he explained who he was. 

He called her Minuit. Was that something she was supposed to know? The woman blinks again, and then pushes herself to slowly try and sit up in the bed, using the pillows behind her to support herself while she has company. 

She’s aware now of the gauze and bandages around her neck. Aware of the world that is around her just a little more. Was she...hurt? What happened to her?

She opens her mouth to try and speak...and nothing comes out of it. Seems very confused by this, closing her mouth quickly and turning her gaze from the man who called himself Dima to the foot of the bed.. 

[specialistchevalier]

"Don't you remember?" (From ocelot cause I know you want to interact with him)

Her body had been recovered by Cross from the location that they’d managed to track her equipment to. The battle had been bloody, and the world was, for a moment, blurry before blacking out.

She comes to, bandaged and cleaned up, hospital gown rubbing against her skin when she stirs, the world slowly coming into focus. She didn’t recognize anything in that room, but she saw someone talking, to another in one solid color, mask hanging off his ears.

They turn to look at her, and the man in the swirls of earthy colors asks if she remembers….something.

Minuit gives the man a slow blink, attempting to process where the hell she is. There is no use in acting rashly–the two men in the room look strong enough as is and she’s in no condition to fight.

[specialistchevalier]

thepickledgriffon‌:

Smarag laughs at her question as his face begins to feel warmer and warmer.

“I call it Grey Fosse. If you can’t hold your liquor you’ll end up in a ditch with a hazy memory of how you got there. I cut regulars off at three, at four, I cut myself off and I still have a hard time in the morning.”

He never asked what was in the stuff, he just knew it was strong and dangerous.

“Insomnia will have nothing on this. Grey Fosse always wins. I won a cask of it in a card game and I’ve been workin’ on the first pour from it ever since,” he snickered, “Moron said I couldn’t bluff, pfft.”

He knew that she had to be near her limit. It was a good thing too, he was nearly at his own as well. The room was beginning to get a little fuzzy for him and he carefully watched Minuit, making sure she wasn’t about to get sick or fall over. 

‘One more for both of us’, he figured.

Staring off slightly at something beyond him, the Alcohol is just starting to kick and she didn’t realize that it would be so much. Having drunk a shot more than usual, she gives him a rare smile at the mention of the name. Her throat feels numb, which is a wonderful feeling to have. The pain and the memories have melted away with the Fosses’ hit, and she brushes her bangs out of her face. Is it warm? Just a bit...right?

“IS good stuff. Will have to get CO to try it.” Brow briefly furrows as if trying to think of the words, but the communicator gratefully keeps her sober. The room had that soft fuzz around the edges. She was cutting herself off for the night, and holds a hand up, palm facing him, in the sign of surrender.

“One shot of that is enough. If I didn’t have the whiskey...I’d ask for another for certain.” She actually liked the way that went down, now that she thought of it.