Quoth the Raven

Why, hello there! Fancy meeting you here! m!a: ---

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how do I trim posts now?

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good morning!

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replies and starters will be made tomorrow!! crazy tiredd

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With a wump, Karl landed against the wooden flooring of the building. The planks moaned under his feet, every so often causing a wail from the old flooring. The age of them hadn’t stopped anyone from walking upon them, however.

Roaming about one of the vacant, absent buildings, he took a short glance out the window. The sun was still high in the sky, blue and dotted with clouds. Birds chirped, a gentle breeze pushed by and the sound of distant voices leaked in through the walls.

The park was getting revenue. Kids and parents came and left, leaving their cups and cones and other litter around the place. They enjoyed the rides and the exhibits, and the statues. It hadn’t been long since some of them decided to show off their magical, alive nature.

He tolerated it. The reveal made some park-goers a bit... nosy, so to speak. When the Pirate Cove was closed, he enjoyed his time alone on his violin, talking to Arma and... others. 

It was a beautiful day outside. Perfect for Bach. 

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I would like to apologize for my frequent absences. 

I have a lot of guilt regarding towards them, since it often ends up leaving my partners stranded, and I can’t hope for sympathy each and every time.

and I can’t say each of my excuses make up for it, though real life really cuts into my time for rp even though I want to so badly

it could be the pressure of having to be active which drives me away or has me focus on something else

but, for now, if anyone would like to pull my strings again, feel free!

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slept way too hard good lord

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Karl has saw Clarice in the park

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Clarice hared that sigh and she wondered if she said what she was suppose to say. Well it wasn’t a lie, and she told the truth, so she should be good. Right? Maybe, maybe not but something was off about him. As she looked at the crow her eyes grow wide a little bit. 

That smile, why did he have that smile? Before her eyes, the crow shapehift into almost like a spear like pole as she gives a gasp and before she knew it.

“Ahh!!!” Clarice screams as she rolls and doges the spear that was about to pierce her. A pant came from her mouth as she steps back some more. “W-what the hell?!” She screams at Karl, looking at him with disbelief. She knew it, she should of listened to Climber! 

The only thing now; is the run! Run for her life, a shake came to her head as she then turns around and ran, ran like she never ran before. As she pants and shakes her head. “Climber!!!!!!” She screams into the night. 

“Climber! Please, where are you!! Help me, help me!!!! I don’t want to die!!!!”

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“Why are you running? Did I do something wrong?”

Karl’s body reacted as she ducked and bolted like a scared cat, following swiftly afterwards. How fun, the chase was always interesting when their veins were pumped full of adrenaline. It made them make rather... stupid decisions, he found, much to his amusement.

He tailed the girl, almost going slower as though to prolong the process. Her shouts and screams were most likely ignored as Arma flew above the girl, following her.

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actually, i’m going to put any owed starters on hold if you don’t mind.

i’m at my cap amount of rps i can hold up at once

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"Listen, I was dared to do this, so don't have any sorta funny ideas about this, wise guy." With that, she grabbed him by the collar of his resin shirt just enough for him to get down to her level before planting a quick kiss right atop his forehead, before pulling away completely, rubbing her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt, walking away and mumbling to herself about what a horrible idea that was.

The statue had very little time to react. At first, he registered it as a forthright headbutt as she gripped his collar tightly. But it was instead a kiss to his forehead, to which he froze up like an actual statue as she did so. It left him frozen and caused him to seethe as she turned and left, Arma’s figure investigating around Karl’s head as she perched herself atop him.

...How tasteless.

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@gingerbread-robbery

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❝I could do without the comments on the hair, I really could.”

The Professor stepped back, keeping his distance from the statue as he looked for other ways to escape this entrapment, though the other did leave a space in between a side and his form. Being a man who took many risks, it would be more than odd for him not to take this one.

But he knew there were consequences in that, there could be faults in his plan, so it would be best not to. He just wanted to go home, to get away from this guy. It was a miracle that he had his guns on him, one hell of a miracle. But the Professor wasn’t looking for a fight, he was just looking for an escape. If the circumstances came to a situation in which he’d have to fight, fine then, he would. For now, he’d see if he could settle this with conversation.

Despite his wish to get out without violence, a hand motioned for a pistol that still lay in his holster. 

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Karl’s arm swung upwards leisurely as he slowly took steps closer and closer to the professor, boots making punctuating ‘thuds’. Malicious awareness accented his body language with pure intention; every part of him was confident. His ponytail was stiff as usual, barely moving out of place as he casually moved forward, taking his time.

“You know, I’m happy I was able to find you again. I think we got off on the wrong hand,” he started slowly, placing the blunt of his weapon upon his shoulder. “How is your wife doing?” He stifled a laugh, daring to find amusement in the sight of his wife laying on the ground, broken.

His eyes peered downwards, noticing his hand and how it ghosted over his holster as though to prepare to shoot the statue. The cause and effect was strong, memories eager to flow from the lip of the cup. He launched, spinning into motion like a storm at him as Karl swung his sword at the redhead, lightning.

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ARE WE SHIPPING WITH KARL NOW

he is very high maintenance in a relationship

you poor unfortunate souls

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|| i feel your pain its difficult to do since karls emotions are rock hard hah a h a *badum tss* ||

i rely on m!as to get karl in tight spaces tbh. i’ve been digging around tumblr for a quality rp prompt list for this specifically

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i want karl and molly to git together ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o)

i wonder how their relationship would play out

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"And this is Parkins!" "Is he a, tiny park?" "Yes. Don't stare, it makes him feel self conscious."

LMAO I LOVE YOU ANON

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I do find it quite pleasant when there's a park in a park~

i’m imagining like a mini park on legs as an attraction for the actual park itself

and i am cackling

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Karl has saw Clarice in the park

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Clarice looked upon the statue with a curious look. What in the world was he talking about? Well, she wouldn’t question that thought, nor she won’t fight or argue about it. 

Though, she saw him lean inwards and she looks and gives a gasp. Climber? Why does he want Climber for? A darting look came to her eyes as she looks curious at the statue. 

“Why do you need Climber for? I don’t know where he is, I thought you would know where he is.” She says staring him in his dark statue eyes. 

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Karl gave out a low but lighthearted sigh. How unfortunate for her, never quite keeping the important things around. He was never truly close with Climber, and in the same instance he knew how humans were. All the same. Selfish and rotten.

He rose his arm up, leveling Arma with his head height as he began to speak. “I see. Thank you for your time then, Clarice. I’m sure he won’t be thrilled to hear about this...” The statue lowered his head, eyes shut as he sprouted a friendly, warm smile to her. 

His arm reared back, pole-arm in hand as though he conjured it from thin air and swiftly attempted to stick the woman in the gut with it, wasting no time to let her get the upper hand.