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Find the Word Tag Game

I got a couple of tags for this one -- Thanks!

@whumpsday gave me the words Please, Thank, Hardly, and Softly.

@soheavyaburden gave me the words Burn, Damn, Wince, and Silent.

So, here goes!

Please (Kohat RP with @soheavyaburden):

"The first day that Zail been able to walk without stumbling, even while still leaning against the wall in order to do so, the guards had come to his cell and hauled him, quite easily, by the elbow into the bolted-down chair in the corner of the room without explanation. Before he even could ask what was happening, he heard a snip, and felt the sudden cold of the room against the back of his neck as the hair covering it fell to the floor. He’d broken down completely the first time he'd felt a cut directly to the side of one of his antennae, thrashing wildly even as he realized the danger in doing so. "NO! No! STOP! Please! I'll - I'll tell you anything," he'd promised. 'I'll do anything! Whatever you want, let me -'

The guards paused briefly, as if considering, as he lost the ability to continue speaking, but in the end pulled him back against the chair as he sobbed mutely."

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Thank (Enclave RP with @skinofafish):

"Topher nods, still looking uncomfortable at the way Richardson describes subjects. However, he figures that, unlike Fletcher (hopefully), the director is too set in his ways to be convinced on this. 'Thank you. I’ll take good care of… of Clay. That’s what he prefers to be called, right?' It would take some adjusting. Alaric and the others generally referred to him by spitting his last name out like an epithet."

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Hardly (The Scavenger & the Forgotten, Part 6):

"'Nice try,' the man said casually, ignoring Clee as she sputtered to defend herself against the accusation, right before one of the soldiers fired a shot directly into the other woman's head. She collapsed to the ground with hardly a sound, while Radu yelped and jumped back, his clothes now coated in blood."

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Softly (Kohat RP):

"Lenavee went to Sid’s cell. After a brief look toward her own cell, confirming Erukah wasn't there, she knocked softly on the door."

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Burn (Enclave RP):

“Barclay stared at Zail warily, half-expecting that this stranger was part of another of Katie’s sick games. When Zail briefly met his eyes, he looked away, his face burning."

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Damn (Enclave RP):

"'DON’T!' Harlowe yelled. She knew how this ended, when they didn’t play by the rules set by the guards. Seeing her warning was pointless, though, and seeing Koutoujian raising her gun, Harlowe charged the senior guard, bracing for the worst. She took one shot, two shots, three shots, and felt none of them. Not yet. She jumped over the low partition separating the guards from the Scrap Heap and flung herself at Koutoujian, head butting her, taking her to the floor, and then sinking her teeth into Koutoujian’s shoulder.

Koutoujian already had her at point-blank range, though, and shot her to the chest. Damn. Less precise than she’d like, but the labby would bleed out fast enough, even if she hadn’t hit anything vital."

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Wince (Kohat RP):

"Harlowe abruptly tore off toward Wes Madaus’s apartment building. She could get into the building easily enough. That was a bad sign.

A better sign, though not for her, was that when she picked the lock, she promptly got a fist to the face.

Rather than stopping there, Fiona Madaus kneed her hard to the gut. 'YOU COULD’VE FUCKING KNOCKED,' Fiona fumed.

Harlowe shook her head with a wince. 'Needed to check.'"

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Silent (Kohat RP):

"'Now let's see,' Kageki said, moving slowly and deliberately through the crowd of stunned and panicked onlookers. 'I can only spend so long here. Lots of things to see, lots of things to do before my time's up. So, apologies, but I can only spend my time on the people important enough to be worth killing.' He pulled a gun out of his coat with his offhand and pointed it at the head of the other barista. 'How about you,' he said, just loud enough to cut through the sound of screaming. 'How many people will miss you when you're gone?'

The crowd went nearly silent, and people looked to one another, whispering, trying to figure out what to do. The barista whimpered and looked around for support, and her fearful expression intensified into a look of betrayal. She wailed."

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@skinofafish @wolfeyedwitch @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Not sure if any of you have already done this one (in the recent past...), but if you have time, spoons and interest, here are four words for you to find!

Tear, Hold, Miss, Bury

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Bard for Clee and Ranger for Barclay, from the D&D asks?

-verkja

Thanks so much for the asks!

Clee: What is your character’s form of art? What is their favorite piece of art in that form? Why?

When she was a teenager in Ganymede's alien quarter, Clee's captors forced her to make and sell cheap souvenirs for tourists. Specifically, icons of the aspects of the Shattered Goddess of the Hiukree religion. Sure, this was sacrilegious as fuck, and highly ironic given that the same occupation that had given rise to the trafficking of young Hiukree children offworld also involves systemic repression of their religious practices and institutions, but Clee was like twelve or so at the time and just trying to survive, so she got pretty good at it. At least by the standards of tourist kitsch.

The examples she would've seen of actual religious iconography of the style she was imitating would've been from before she was taken off to Ganymede. She would've had the most positive associations with the icon of the patron avatar of the Sacrifice at the home of one of the few priestesses who still were able to bribe her way into doing things according to custom. And while it really does deserve to be called a work of art (the priestess spent over a decade perfecting it... which is NOT typical), Clee's fondness for it has more to do with association than anything.

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Barclay: What is a small thing your character really appreciates?

Barclay appreciates low-stakes chances to show that he's competent, trustworthy, and capable of doing good things with neither threats, backhanded comments, gushing or reassurances, and then getting proportionally good feedback when he succeeds. Being responsible for looking after his caretakers' fish as part of living with them later on, for instance, will be way more fulfilling for him than said caretakers would have expected.

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Fighter - Myth has it the only way into Valhalla is to die with a weapon in your hands. What weapon would your character want to die with? 

Thanks for the ask!

I'm not sure which character you were asking here, so here's a few. Let me know if you had a specific other person in mind!

Byron thinks he wants to die holding a giant battle-axe like one of his miniatures he hand-painted. Too bad he couldn't hold it for long enough to swing it, or aim well enough to meet his mark.

Clee is trying to rules-lawyer things here, hoping that since teeeechnically a pillow can be used to smother someone, holding a pillow when dying in her sleep would count as dying with a weapon in her hand. As far as if she's actually in a fight, though? If it has a trigger she can pull, she can probably figure it out. She's more concerned about the weapon that gets used to kill her.

Harlowe... if her hands (or teeth or feet) can't BE the weapon, she'll probably be wielding a blunt object. A baseball bat, a lead pipe, an entire damn solid wood table... whatever's at her disposal.

Sarah wants to die with some sort of explosive in her hands that activates either on contact or by a deadhand switch kind of mechanism... so whoever kills her ends up going out with her.