Not evil, just awful

"... And a casket full of rum!" Mila Ven, fandomless OC RP blog. Affiliated with Stella City.

[stalkersmask-blog]

springasterism :

A muffled sigh escapes from him upon confirming that he was safe – for now, anyway. Lowering the notebook, Spica tucks it under his arm as he brings himself back onto his feet, meeting eye to eye (or as best as he can), with the not-so-stranger. 

So their name was Mila? Though, it seemed that she wanted to use a nickname…and something was telling him that the joke about extortion was absolutely not a joke. (But, hey, it’s probably best to go along with it, right?)

R-Right?

As Spica redraws his notebook out, there is one other fact that catches his attention; one he doesn’t expect to hear, but with that information at hand, her appearance suddenly makes a bit more sense to him. Just a little.

‘My name is Spica Arcturus, a human.’ he writes out; I don’t have any preferable nicknames, but ‘Spica’ works fine.’ Marking the end of the sentence, they hesitate, then write their next words on a new area of the page.

‘You mentioned you were a Folfex. That’s something I’ve heard about where I’m from, but I’ve never met one in person. Would you happen to be from the same lands I know, then? Do you know how you got here?’ 

When Spica presents this, he appears nervous about addressing the fact, but his curiosity grants him enough courage to bring the fact up. To think, the same person he accidentally bumped into could be from where he once lived! If this was the case, maybe there would be a thing or two he could deduce from it…?

She studies the name she’s been given- Spica? It’s not that it’s such a super strange name, but...

Uh, she has no idea how to pronounce it, given that she’s only reading it. Whatever, she’ll wing it- if it’s wrong she’d hear about it sooner or later (or, she wouldn’t, and in that case, it would be his own fault, and not hers).

“Well then! Su- Suh- Hrm. Suh-pee-ka it is! Spica! Yeah, that’s easy enough to remember. Good job on that one pal.”

However, more so than Spica’s name, there was another thing that was a lot more interesting to read. For different reasons than Mila’s usual ones, actually- not the kind of interesting you could bully someone with, but the type that actually piqued some of her curiousity. Like the discussing of magical theory or the circumstances around interplanar travel.

Especially since this subject quite heavily leaned to the latter. She hadn’t met anyone here yet who had a familiarity with elves in the sense that they knew what Folfex specifically were- let alone to be from the same world as Mila herself.

“In all my time here, I haven’t run into even a single person who actually knew what the term ‘Folfex’ meant! So unless you’re from my kind’s original planet- which, you’re not, ‘cus you ain’t an elf- you must be from my kind’s secondary planet! At least, I don’t know of any other planets that us Folfex ended up on?”

Not to mention the fact that Mila herself was, in all honestly, a half-Folfex half-human, so... This guy definitely had to be from the same place, right?

“Too bad though, ‘cus I don’t remember gettin’ here in any way. I just woke up, and ta-fucking-dah! There I was in a cheap motel! Last thing I had going for me was I went to bed at the guild after I ate double my share of chicken soup because I fooled some idiot into losing a bet with me.”

[nicoledollanganger]

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I don’t want to be your girl I want to be your gun Blow the jaw right off That handsome face A .44 magnum I’ve been cruising Round these parts Been looking for some fun I was born way back in ’58 Don’t belong to anyone Lean in close and whisper to you “Let’s go for a ride, big guy, let’s cruise” Look you in the eye and know What I’m gonna do Baby, I am beautiful and bad And I’ll destroy everything you have I don’t want to be your girl I want to be your bike Riding down the highway’s Endless spine Hot wired with a knife I don’t give a fuck about love Never did, never will Wanna take you out On a date with death Kiss you with a power drill Cuz beauty don’t mean shit to me Only when it’s a weapon and deadly Think you’re big and bad You got nothing on me And the next time you hit, I hit back Do you hear me, motherfucker? Can you DIG THAT? Baby, I am beautiful and bad And I destroy everything you have

[stalkersmask-blog]

springasterism :

Spica would nod at first at Mila’s remarks. Her face was still looking presentable, even after falling off a sheep. And geez, she did have some muscle going for her; the notion of her getting on a sheep posed no problem with a body like that –

– oooooohhhh no. Nope. No way!

Dropping the notebook briefly, Spica waves his hands in a frantic attempt to convey that her line of reasoning was a terrible, terrible idea. Sure, if she punched his eyes, there was another he could use to see out of but, wait, no, this is a really line of thinking, let’s not compromise this idea, no way!

With the notebook on the ground, Spica forgoes picking it up back up, focusing solely on writing out a new response to the furious stranger. Only when he’s done, and he’s sure that he’s done, does Spica bring the notebook back into his hands, presenting to Mila with shut eyes.

‘Please please PLEASE do not punch me. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know where I was going. I can already tell that you have a well trained body, so there is no need to test your strength on me.’  Under these words is a hastily scribbled doodle of a frowning person, with hands clasped out in front of them in prayer. Several more ‘I’m sorry’ surround it as well, along with one final line below it:

‘If you forgive me, I will try to make up for it in some way, so long as it doesn’t put myself in severe danger.’

He’s not sure what to do for that (in fact, he may have given Mila a power that she absolutely should not have), but if it meant not being punched in the face, he was willing to do a lot of things!

Huh?! Whazzat?! This wimp chickening out on her righteous fury?!

However, Mila does wait for him to finish writing his response- mainly in expectance of a long string of compliments being lavished on her. What she gets, however, is not that- but... Hmm, it works.

She can’t help but stand a little straighter and puff her chest out on being complimented on how well-trained her physique is, though. Hoho, at least someone has some decent sight on them here, to recognise her well-trained muscles, her wonderful physique, the clear strength radiating off of her...

Well, he hadn’t actually said any of those things, but hey! She knows it’s true and he would know too. He’s probably just too shy to admit to her how cool she is, right?

Definitely.

“Well, well, well! You’ll make it up to me, you say? What a good kid you turned out to be, so decent! Yeah, we can work somethin’ out in that regard, can’t we?”

She didn’t have any ideas just yet of what she could use this kid for- she didn’t wanna waste such a convenient deal on a throwaway joke, y’know? Deals are very powerful. Owing someone, promising someone, apologising to someone- they are dangerous things. The one owing, promising, or apologising is in a vulnerable spot. In a way, quite brave!

But that’s why it was so useful- it was something one could squeeze out entirely for their own convenience. So, Mila would like to keep this apology, this deal for a later date- when she’d need it.

“Come on, kiddo, get up off that floor, then! We’ve got a deal, and I ain’t gonna forget about that, y’know? So, might as well get to know eachother, so I know who I’m extorting at the end of the day. I am Mila Ven! Folfex rogue extraordinaire! Though, ‘my Goddess’ or ‘the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen’ will suffice as well. Now then, who are you?”

“... I was kiddin’ about that extortion thing, by the way.”

She wasn’t.

[stalkersmask-blog]

badkuya :

This person was as childish as Byakuya remembered. He took a step to the side to the dodge the chestnut that was flicked into his direction and continued speaking. Come to think of it, this woman was annoying, but so was Touko and Genocider Syo to him (and he still sort of cared about them, regardless). Byakuya, who had some practice in already with dealing with these types of people, was at the advantage here.

“Get your ears washed out, you filth.” He started lecturing her. “Surely, even someone with a small brain like you must understand that the word ‘never’ is a contraction of ‘not ever’. It is not a particularly hard concept to grasp onto, but I suppose I overestimated your brain capacity in this regard. My sincere apologies for how I failed to recognize how lacking of intellect you really are.”

Byakuya sighed after that. “If you don’t have anything substantial to say, then leave. I do not care about the victory we shared in that game. It was merely a game, after all, and especially befitting of a Togami to win when they participate.”

“Hey, you tryin’ to be snide just ‘cus my ears are longer and better and more graceful than yours? Man, that’s pretty low, even for a human!”

“However, what your tiny brain fails to encompass is the fact my own mother tongue, in which I am speaking, for your information,” she wasn’t as she spoke the common language instead - a language compiled of the rules and words of many languages into one whole new language in her own world - but if beings not from her world could understand her even at times she did speak her mother tongue, she’d assumed an auto-translation spell must’ve been cast over this city and its inhabitants, therefore masking the actual words she said, “the word ‘never’ is not, in fact, a contraction of the words ‘not ever’, but is in fact a much longer word of the meaning ‘not within the realm of possibility, chances, planes and time whether linear or not’, to which the most accurate translation which is not as tedious to listen to as the Folfian original is ‘never’, however the entirety of the Folfian word is not in fact a contraction of anything but means the prior explained sentence as a whole. Your assumptions of my language and its grammatical structure, as well as the expectation of me speaking your language and having a full comprehension of the structure and nuances while not speaking my own is inherently selfish, and, frankly, an asshole move.”

The majority of which she just pulled out of her ass. Her supposed mother tongue, Folfian, was actually not so much her mother tongue as it was a second language she grew up with alongside the human language of her own hometown. It’s kind of a package deal when you grow up a half-elf in a human settlement, but hey! If there’s one thing Mila thoroughly enjoys, it’s making herself seem superior to others and just give others a general time of absolute annoyance. She couldn’t exactly fault people for thinking she was stupid, with the way she behaved- but to be a rogue of any worth one had to actually have a quick wit about them and a proper understanding of the world around them and the laws which govern the world.

In short, as long as she got to be an asshole and pretend to be clever, things worked for her.

“Was that substantial enough for you, ser-aahh? A-ny-ways! I’m just shocked you don’t wanna lord your imagined superiority over some more people, honestly. You’re all like, ‘uurrgghhh I must win because I’m like, important or something’ but then you win and it’s like, my guy, it was a dumb ‘lil game, and suddenly it’s like ‘ohhh I don’t care of course I win’. Like, at least go the full way, right? Now it’s just half-assing, really! And if you’re half-assing it, then I’m still the better one and you should still grovel! It’s just simple logic.”

Okay, so, definitely she had to have said something that he’d try to argue with, right? That’s all she’d been trying to get out of him, after all; reaction after reaction. It’d have to work eventually!

[stalkersmask-blog]

springasterism :

Spica is still on the ground nearby when Mila approaches him. In a daze, he doesn’t notice her presence until the person speaks – and oh, is it vocal!

His eyes dart to his notebook, and after rushing to get of his utensils, he quickly writes up a response: “It would be a shame if you got hurt.” If the response didn’t sound witty enough, the expression on his face did – in the efforts to try a make a gentle smile, the look on his face was more akin to…

…well, a smug and amused smirk.

Bringing the notebook back towards him, Spica holds a stare at the stranger, contemplating whether or not they required any medical treatment. They did seem ok, but what if their moment of adrenaline hid the fact that they were in more pain that Spica assumed?

Maaaaybe it didn’t hurt to ask. With a another swipe of their pen, they bring up a new message, face still hiding behind the notebook. “Thankfully, you look and sound alright, but could you confirm it for me? It’s difficult to tell.”

Mila waits impatiently for an explanation as the other scrambles for something, which turns out to be a notebook. Cat got his tongue, huh? Too cowardly to face her directly? 

And... The smugness in his written words and that disgusting smirk on his face didn’t help either! He should’ve groveled for her forgiveness at the very least- maybe lick her boots for a bit. She was way too amazing to be treated like this, and she was gonna make sure the other was fully aware of this!

“Yeah, no, I mean, look at me, my perfect face still perfect, my muscles still moving perfectly when I flex them-

-so how about we test them?! If you sit still, let’s see how hard my fist can connect with your face, you absolute idiot! If it gives you a black eye, then I’m still in perfect condition!”

Was her anger clear enough? He was hiding behind his notebook, so at the very least, she must’ve instilled some form of nervousness or fear, just as she’d meant to. She knew what he looked like now, too, now that she had a chance to study him while standing still, rather than charging right ahead at him on sheepback. She’d get her proper revenge later, once she’d figured out where he lived. She’d plunder his entire room and hang his underwear from a flagpole- that’d be sure to teach him.

“Now- apologise! And tell me how amazing I am while you’re at it, and I might just forgive you.”

[meat-vendor]

For rogues, the only code is the contract, and their honor is purchased in gold.

[specialrobotboy-blog]

That sounds fake but OK

[stalkersmask-blog]

specialrobotboy :

“Inter-planar travel and inter-wordly displacement?” It was the first time Kiibo heard these terms. Ven explained the meaning of these words well enough for him to understand them in concept. “You and I are similar in some ways then. I too am an entirely new creation. I don’t think that makes us better than others, but I am proud of my robotic nature.”

Being blissfully unaware of the mood, as usual, Kiibo didn’t feel threatened when Ven held his face tightly. He merely smiled as she talked about him needing an update.

“Yes, certainly. I am a hyper-advanced artificial intelligence so I’m always learning new things. What would you say are features that make you ‘drop-dead gorgeous’? And another question, am I supposed to hold your face as well during this process?” 

Huh, the automaton seemed surprised. Had he no awareness of the world’s many planes? Surely, no matter what world he originated from, they must’ve had a material plane at the very least. Even if no one ever discovered the other planes, that didn’t mean they weren’t there. Where else would they go to if they die if there’s no Astral Plane? She assumed it was probably named differently or functioned differently, but there had to be something that fit the description; and if it was there, then inter-planar travel was an option which, surely, humans would’ve uncovered somehow. They tend to do that, after all, fragile as they are.

However, she could quiz him on his knowledge on the Planes on another occasion. Right now, some other information had to updated first.

“Well, if you insist on getting to know me sooooo very well, who am I to decline?” she tilts his head from left to right a few times in the same rhythm as she bounces on her feet. Better listen up, buddy, there’s very important information coming right at you!

“First of all, you must look closely at my face! It is in perfect proportion to the standards of every race on the planet, therefore, I am considered attractive to all! Obviously. My chin has just the right balance between thin and rounded, and my cheekbones, while visible, do not distract from the whole but rather make the whole of my face irresistible. Next up, my ears! They are long, and elegant, but not only that, they are the perfect length. They do not get in the way, and do not look clunky, but all are captured by the distinct elven grace they put out. Next up, my eyes! They are not the elven eyes that the Folfex are known for, but rather, human eyes. Whereas Folfex are seen as exotic due to their unique single colour eyes, my human eyes that mark me as a half-elf make me exotic in a way that’s not threathening, but rather alluring and approachable.”

“Hey, you still listenin’?”

[stalkersmask-blog]

badkuya :

Sigh. It was this person again. Byakuya had merely decided to take in the scenery as he walked by, updating himself on the local news and its economic developments, until he ran into this misfortune of a person. 

It had truly been a business outing for him from the very start. As far as Byakuya was aware, he was unable to do business with anyone outside of the city, which he found rather peculiar. Even import seemed to be limited, or frankly non-existent, but he had yet to find any explanation for it. So when he was disturbed by the familiar blonde, he made sure to grunt in response.

“Get out of my sight.” He growled almost instantly. “I do not, and I never will, have any time to deal with you right now.”

It was a very clear cut response, but sometimes one ought to be blunt and straight to the point. The agonizing time they had spent in that game together, snowballs and bread included, was awful enough. If Byakuya was going to live with a reputation of being a snowman, then he wished he had never played along to begin with. It was ridiculous.

Oof-a! Still the grouch as ever, huh? Obviously, he really was the icy snowman he had to play earlier, huh? Well, if that’s really all he is, then how two-dimensional is his personality? What a bland guy! 

Even so, she supposes, even such a stuck-up ice prince, she can prod at that enough to get a response. Guys like him, they’re too proud to keep quiet, because they think they’re better and have to get the last word in. Or something. Well, surprise! Mila was just like that, too! Let’s try another stab.

“If you’ll never have time to deal with me now, does that mean you’ll have time for me tomorrow when I break into your room and slap you in your sleep?”

Come on, now. After two childish games with Mila, you should know this wasn’t going to stop her, right? It’s the conflict she lives for, after all. If not actual bloodshed or feuds, then at least metaphorical ones. She takes a half-roasted chestnut with the tongs and flicks it in his general direction.

“Don’t be such a fun killin’ sourpuss, Byakyucky! We totally won that one game, right? I figured you’d appreciate coming out on top most of all in there! But, I guess, if you don’t wanna gloat about it, I can stand up top and be the superior one by myself. In which case, ya gotta grovel for me, ya know!”

[specialrobotboy-blog]

That sounds fake but OK

[stalkersmask-blog]

specialrobotboy :

Kiibo followed Ven’s example and slowly got back on his feet as well. He didn’t need a mirror to know he could use a trip to the nearest car wash. Of course, he could wash himself off for the most part in the shower of his hotel room, but he felt he deserved to treat himself a little bit after today. 

“Half-elf?” Kiibo repeated, unsure of its meaning. “I have heard of this term, but as far as I know half-elves were only ever present in fantasy books. You claim to be one? That is as strange to me as my existence is to you.”

Stella City got stranger by the day. You would think Kiibo had gotten better at discerning lies after being close with Ouma for some time, but he was as clueless as ever. Ven could be pulling his leg or be brutally honest with him and he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference either way. For now, he decided that he would believe her on her word just like she was believing him on his.

“I was not programmed to have a preference for certain facial features or body types, so I cannot deny or confirm your statement. I do, however, know that some would consider me to be ‘cute’. I am on the fence about if the same could be said about you.”

Kiibo didn’t mean that as an insult and didn’t even realize it could be taken as one. He was just stating the facts, was he not? 

Well... She wasn’t exactly unused to being doubted and being called some being out of a story. Her kind hadn’t existed originally in the world she was born in, after all. Elves weren’t native to that world, that planar system, or those realms. So, surprise at her existence isn’t a new sensation anymore.

Frankly, it’s getting kinda old.

“You see me standin’ right here, don’t you? I ain’t no rookie when it comes to the concept of inter-planar travel or even inter-wordly displacement. My entire kind is not supposed to be in the place I was born, and humans apparently don’t exist where we originate from. You could say I’m an entirely new creation, a brand-new concept, a beautiful union of two worlds unintended to mix and collide, someone that now stands far superior above either elf or human!”

Another arguable point, but in Mila’s thoughts, she absolutely was. Her elongated lifespan, which was still significantly shorter than those of other elves, she deemed as the perfect length. Not only that, but her mixed blood has made her incredibly capable in many areas, other than her self-proclaimed stunning beauty.

Related to that matter, actually...

She lifts both her hands, slowly, and gently but firmly places them on Kiibo’s face, her grip tightening steadily as she takes a step closer.

“Looks like you’re gonna haf’ta update your programmy-thinking thing a bit, then, since I am, quite obviously, the height of beauty. I am stunning. I am not merely ‘cute’, I am drop-dead gorgeous. You’d do well to remember that, Clockwork. Just because the person who made you think the way you do was too stupid to include my flawless existence doesn’t mean it’s untrue, ya know?”

[queenofillyria-deactivated20171]

you don’t prank a queen [closed with @stalkersmask]

@stalkersmask liked for a starter

It is a little homeless kitten, that caught Dizzy’s attention. She’s crouching down, her tail gently swishing left and right while her dainty hand carefully pets the tiny animal. She doesn’t really pay attention to what’s going on around her anymore. She doesn’t notice the stranger sneaking up, to playfully prank her. But unfortunately, the sneaky approach activates Dizzy’s Spirit Guardian System, and her previously small wings that were idly tucked on her back, extend threateningly. Her Guardians emerge from between the long feathers of her wings, before Dizzy is able to stop them from showing up. 

“Stay away from her!”

[stalkersmask-blog]

Well, truly, turning your back on Mila is just asking for trouble. Not that a stranger has any way of knowing this at all, but if there’s one thing Mila acts to, it’s as if she’s actually known here.

She’s not, but she won’t let that stop her!

It wasn’t even anything all too malicious like she’s used to. No knifes were involved, no pickpocketing of any kind, and no bodily harm, she assumes. It was just going to be a wet finger in an ear- just for some kind of reaction, really, preferably a squirm of disgust.

What she doesn’t expect however is for two elemental spirits to jump out at her. Where’d these two come from?! Was the girl actually a lich, or an elemental bloodline sorcerer with two summons?!

Her first instinct is to reach to her weapon, which she no longer has- her throwing knifes are not made for this type of battle, but anything is better than being unarmed, so she pats down her leg to feel for their concealed presence. Better not pull them yet, if she can help it- especially since, seemingly, this spirit can communicate..?

“Oy, lady! You better call back that undead spirit of yours, and that water elemental too while you’re at it! I’ll let the necromancy slip, I ain’t got no beef with that shit, but I ain’t gonna sit here and be yelled at by some dead fuck and pissed off water chained down to a lich!”

[gotoutthere-blog]

 “Hm…”

 “That chandelier can’t have been secured well if it was broken so easily.” That’s what you choose to focus on, out of everything!?

[stalkersmask-blog]

“Agreed!”

“Maybe they should’ve ignored havin’ a chandelier at all and chained the candlesticks and cutlery down instead huh, Stickyfingers?”

[stalkersmask-blog]

@badkuya

If there was something Mila enjoyed, then it was the smoky flavour in toasted foods. When you had to hunt your food and eat scraps in the forest stolen from other predatory creatures, you get to appreciate the flavour that a fire puts into your food. 

So, with a bag of chestnuts, she’s made her way over to the rosters hanging over the bonfires, using the tongs provided to put them on the roster until done.

What she spots as well, however, is a certain individual with glasses and a pissy attitude, walking by like he owns the place. These people were the most fun to mess with, you know, because they think they’re so great, so they try to get back at everything you see- the banter is endless! It’s the best.

So let’s start some!

“Hey, snowman! Did you get tired of sittin’ in your own stink? Or did you miss my radiating beauty?”

[stalkersmask-blog]

“Gyahahaha!”

Well, it only took her four tries, but finally, she’s won a game! It’s not the one where she was going to get prizes, however, so she just helped herself to a cool prize instead.

Now, with several bottles of wine under her arms, she’s heading off back home.

“If that sheepy bastard is rich enough to throw TWO of these destructive parties, he ain’t gonna miss a bottle of wine, or two, or three, or four- Gshishishi~”

[specialrobotboy-blog]

That sounds fake but OK

[stalkersmask-blog]

specialrobotboy :

“I… suppose that is one way of phrasing it.” Kiibo had liked his own explanation better. “If you could treat me like you would any self-aware being that would be appreciated.”

You would think one couldn’t be robophobic if they weren’t familiar with robots, but Kiibo liked to inform Ven about the parts that made him human before she could form any robophobic opinions on him. When she asked him if he could feel fear he took that chance to talk more about himself as well.

“I was programmed to experience a wide variety of emotions. These emotions include but aren’t limited to: fear, anger, sadness, joy, disgust, surprise, trust and anticipation. I often find it difficult to pinpoint which emotion I’m feeling exactly and I don’t feel as intensely as humans do, but I have emotions nevertheless.”

Kiibo was happy to provide Ven with this information. He just hoped she wouldn’t attempt to have him show all these different emotions. The only emotions he would like to feel around her and others were joy, trust and anticipation.

“47?!” Kiibo repeated, shocked to hear Ven was around 25 years older than he had expected her to be. He had noted her less humanlike features before, but only now did he start to doubt if he was talking to a human here. “You don’t look it. What is your secret?”

Well, even if she did treat you like she treated anybody else, would that really be a good thing?

“So, absolutely inferior, just like everybody else here, right? Can do!”

You did ask for it, so no take-backs.

Only until after Kiibo explained his emotion situation to her, Mila finally stood back up on her feet. Not that she was unused to grovelling on the floor or clawing through mud- she had just established that the other wouldn’t dash off at the smallest of chances anymore right now. Probably.

“Well, that doesn’t sound any different from the average emotionally constipated person, don’t it? I still don’t get how Zaibatsu clockwork technology can be created to feel things things instead of being enchanted into it, but whatever. I don’t tell the baker how to make her bread either, do I? I mean, I do, but that’s because she gets on my ass about everything, and she hates it when I do it, so of course I do it. Fuck her, in particular.”

If anything, that was the upside of this shithole; no Bellin the baker! God, what an annoying girl that had been.

She hadn’t expected Kiibo to react so shocked to her age, however. Shit, she really wasn’t that old, you pile of junk! She’s like, super young! Don’t be rude like this.

“My secret’s bein’ a damn half-elf, you moron! I can go all the way up to 200 and higher! It’s totally obvious that for me, 47 ain’t shit, right? It’s not our fault that Folfex just are so beautiful, so flawless. So like, I’m all fresh and young, like I said! You try going for 47 years and staying unchanging!”

“... Actually, I suppose as long as you don’t get destroyed, you wouldn’t change, either. Too bad for you that I’m prettier than you, I guess.”

[stalkersmask-blog]

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Send ₪ for a Pokémon my muse would have on their team!

Well, you sent it thrice, so hope you wanted to see three Pokémon!

Weavile: They’re known for being devious Pokémon that work together in small groups to take down their prey in perfect coordination. Mila’s like that as well; as a rogue, she fulfills a vital spot in a party to take down larger opponents, but she can’t do so on her own. At the same time, if the group’s too large, she can’t do her job either. Weavile’s also use their own specific sets of symbols they use to communicate with eachother by carving them into rocks or tree trunks. Mila has a system just like that as well for within the guild, which she’d likely coordinate with her Weavile.

Zoroark: You’ve heard of “under cover of the night”, now get ready for “under cover of illusions”. The illusions that a Zoroark casts would be endlessly helpful to Mila, whether it is because she needs to distract someone to get somewhere, to flee from them, to rob them, to harm them, or worse. They don’t negate the fact Mila still has to do her job right, of course; but it makes it so much easier, if not a guaranteed success. While not quite the same as a Zoroark defending those it cares about, Mila too goes to extensive lengths to keep the things safe she wants to keep safe. Even if, at times, her reasons are a little bit more selfish.

Meowth: They sure do love shiny things! They’re rather independent creatures, which Mila can respect. Still, they’re very helpful in tracking down (and, possibly even stealing) objects of worth. They might not necessarily be shiny; but they often sure are! Besides, Meowth are very intelligent Pokémon. She’s sure she could teach it to find not just shiny objects, but also other items she’s trying to hunt down.

[stalkersmask-blog]

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“Hey, you! Over there! With the stupid face!”

She slung a bag of M&M’s in the others direction, followed by another.

“Catch these, if you wanna keep ‘em! And if you don’t want ‘em- you better eat ‘em anyways! You can’t turn down a gift from someone as cool as me, after all!”

Well, at least it’s two big bags of M&M’s, instead of the tiny ones? It’s more candy in the end.

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