"I was wrong about you. The whole world was wrong about you." ((lmao hi))
“GENIUS, BILLIONAIRE, PLAYBOY, PHILANTHROPIST.”
A terse silence passes after his words, one in which she’salmost afraid to react. Was that a good thing? Or was it bad? She couldn’texactly tell, not with the sound of low buzzing still ringing in her ears – adirect effect of the inhuman screams that’d resonated from the suit of armorthat now lay crushed beneath her heels.
One of Rekenbers guardians that’d made its way down to thelaboratory – no doubt sent by the head scientists in an attempt to findintruders and old prisoners worth kidnapping for their experiments. Theyprobably wouldn’t have expected to find it in a heap once they went looking forit.
Rekenber would have her head for this if they knew. But somerisks were worth taking.
She wouldn’t allow them to get their hands on these kidsagain.
Aquamarine orbs close, turning away from him to face thelump of metal that’d attempted to chop her in half – unsure what to say to hiswords. It brought up thoughts she had yet to figure out how to deal with. “I don’t know about that. The world doesn’tremember us anymore, Kavach.” It was a sharp contrast, but one she’d feltwith each passing day. Only the old masters of the arts remembered their oncemerry band of adventurers – but other than that, their guild had been completelywiped from the face of the earth.
A disheartening thought, though one she’d have to deal with.
Sacrifice was starting to grow to be the common trend for theeinjerhar, it’d seemed. “And I don’t think they’d be wrong even if they did.”
Awkwardly, the knight rubs one side of her ear muffs, expression pulled into mild confusion. “Well… what about in the case where your friends basically are your family? Does that count as both?” She doesn’t seem too sure of the answer to that, but shrugs her shoulders. “I guess friends, then? I don’t really remember my family, but–” She cuts herself off and shakes her head. Then, she smiles. “It doesn’t matter. The people that I know now are all important to me, regardless of whether they’re friends or like family to me.”
Yune + ✖ (Hurt or Be Hurt?)
The high priest grins broadly and cocks his head to side, bunny band bobbing a little with the movement. “There is no one without the other, is there? You cannot avoid hurting and cannot avoid being hurt.” After a moment of tapping a gloved finger to his chin in though, he adds, “Unless you are utterly emotionless, I suppose. But! As you may expect from the nature of a priest, being hurt is much easier to deal with. A simple healing spell can patch things right up, if need be. I prefer the role of support than to be an attacker, but there are times when it is called for.” His smile widens a tad. “After all, if the party gets swarmed by undead monsters, healing and holy spells take on a much different use—although one could certainly argue that it is impossible to hurt something that is not technically alive, anyway.”
Ryshun + ✄ (Creativity or Talent?)
Ryshun laughs uneasily. “Oh boy… well… I think both are valuable! It’s nice to have talent and I respect people with talent. But uh…” He sighs, expression a little weary before he brightens up again. “I’d like to think that talent isn’t the most important thing. If you’re creative, you have lots of options, right? And I think it’s important to have opportunities, in case you’re not really talented at something.” He wrings his hands together. “That way, you have the choice to head down another path and find the right one for you. Talent is nice, but I think creativity can open more doors.” He seems satisfied with his answer—at least initially, but ultimately, his face shifts to something uncertain that resembles guilt.
Seyren’s isn’t easily scared but he can become easily concerned if some one is showing clearly different actions then normal. Scared would require something constant or basically stalking him; a slow build up to making him scared.
It has been trained hard into Seyren to react to things as soon as possible so jumping out to scare him would likely result in a punch to the face if not easily recognizable who it is; or get one due to who it is, as an example.
((Hey hey, time for Munday, eh? Well, what made you choose Wolfchev? Aside from being one of your fav NPCs, of course))
For Munday, anonymously ask the mun something you want to know about them, their portrayal, or what they will/won’t write.
Well, my answer will be a surprise to you, in that case! I chose Wolfchev mostly… as a joke. :’) He wasn’t even that much of a favourite. Back before I started, there was a lot of biolab blogs popping up, and I jokingly asked my friend what was going to be next - a Wolfchev blog? Then, we both pretty much went “DO IT”… and that’s how it all began! What was going to be a joke thing quickly grew on me, and this blog and community became one of the most positive experiences I’ve had with roleplaying. And Wolfchev himself? Let’s just say, that pesky scientist grew on me a lot!
Send a symbol + a character for an AU drabble of our muses.
♞ for a TATTOO PARLOR AU
She flips the magazine open with lazy fingers and narrowed eyes, frown growing deeper as she skimmed through the pages. He, on the other hand, says his thanks to his last customer before he closes the door to the shop and walks over to where she sat by the windows, peering over her shoulder.
(She’d probably be his last customer… if she would only pick. Brushes, pens, a couple of pins, a small pile of discarded cloths and tissues, and a great amount of ink still lay scattered on his work counter, but perhaps it would be better if he would fix that all up after he confirms what she wants... or not. Either way, there was still some work left to do.)
“That flower design looks nice,” he points a finger on the one of the pictures on the topmost row of one page, and she snorts.
“Nah, not worth it - ‘sides, ain’t it too short?”
“I can make it bigger if you want - plus it suits you, honey.”
She laughs, and he receives a slap on his shoulder. “Flowers for your honey. Real funny, darling. C’mon, don’t you have any interesting designs here?”
He grins. “No design could be as interesting as you, though - but I can try!”
“Odin’s name, cut the crap,” she laughs, flipping another page. “I’ve checked this thing three times already! Got any magazines left? Y’know, something with less girly stuff?”
“Less girly?” he takes the magazine off her hands, staring at her with his eyes wide and mouth agape.“You think skulls are girly? A good part of this has designs meant for gangsters!”
She rolls her eyes. “’Gangsters’ my ass - nope, it ain’t cool enough for me! Just... ugh, tell me you’ve made up somethin’ new! Don’t tell me I just waltzed in here with this damned top on, but no tattoo to show when I go!”
She points at the her shoulder-less cream top for emphasis, its color as faded like the formerly-dark-blue pair of tattered denim pants she wore. He shakes his head and puts the magazine back on its rack, before facing her again with his hands on his hips.
(It’s probably been months since she barged into his parlor and literally made it her parlor, where she would occasionally take naps on his couch after her odd hours at work and would take both the bread and milk from his fridge. It’s probably been months that in return for her... lodging, they set up an odd contract where she would provide him the same amount of customers as the bread and milk she would take per week. It’s probably been months since he has been able to practice his craft more than before and that he’s finally been able to regularly pay for his bills. It’s probably been months too, since they’ve been asking each other about their professions but she would always find a way to shrug him off and focus on him instead.)
(But more importantly, it’s the first time she’d ask get a tattoo from him... after all those months of lodging.)
He reaches a hand into his pocket, bringing out a strip of paper and he hands it over to her. When she flips it open, she raises her eyebrows.
“Been sketching that for awhile now. That cool enough for you?”
She nods her head, eyes still focused on the paper. “Not bad, not bad at all! This got any meaning or something?”
He shrugs, taking the seat beside her. “Nope - just saw it on some history book, it’s a symbol of some old corporation. Rekenber, I think!”
She whistles, then she turns her head to him with a smile. “Sooo, can this thing be drawn on my shoulders or what?”
He turns to her and smiles back. “It’ll take you at least four hours.”
Hey, I found these on one of the, uh, new toys /hands over pink flowers/ Reminded me of Sister's hair. Ever seen flowers, yes? ((Nice guy Kav™ for da meme))
Wooooooah! Pretty!!
Look, look, brother! It’s all pretty and clean and looks aliiive!
They do look like sister’s hair! Thank you, little Archer Boy~
You’re the best little brother! Let’s pet your head~
Text blogs giving really short and unimaginative answers; not every question requires an entire paragraph of a respons, of course! But when you get a question that gives a lot of possibilities for answers, backstory and interesting story ‘hooks’ and then you just give a bland one-sentence reply that basically amounts to 'eh I dunno’… It kinda makes me not want to bother even asking in the future, y'know?
🌹 - my opinion on your character
I really like your portrayal of Kavach! You gave him a lot of personality and fleshed out his character a lot. Kavach was never a character I paid much attention to - your blog changed that.
🎄 - my opinion on AUs
AUs can be interesting! Though I feel it can be hard to do them well - in many cases, the characters end up so removed from what makes them… them, that it’s like they’re someone else entirely.
💐 - my favorite part about the fandom
I think it has to be just how chill it is, in general - and how easy it is to come back to and still feel welcome. Another thing is, I actually feel liked and accepted in here. RO fandom has given me so much kindness, I really appreciate it.
