#dragxnfxrced

[muggsyandfriends]

@dragxnfxrced

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"Having trouble napping, luv?"

Veegriz, the goblin who had found Banda unconscious and nursed him back to health, ambled up to him, a wry, good-humored smile adorning her olive-green features. "You know you can always use the guest bed again, right?"

[muppeteyes1001]

Noontime, when the sun was at it's highest peak, was always the hottest .. and sometimes the most grueling .. part of the day. Especially considering it was now Midsummer. At a nearby building, a shadow quickly flickers upon a balcony before disappearing completely. Soon after, a soft .. but audible .. 'pop' could be heard from somewhere along the side of the structure. Right then, a small metal grappling hook was fired upwards towards the top of the building roof. As it anchored it metallic claws into the cement, the slender metal wire it was tethered to would become taut and retract.

Within a couple minutes, a figure was swiftly brought up along with the end of the tether, which was attached to a small strapped device on her forearm. Once the grappling hook had released it's grip on the roof and returned to the arm device, the felinoid would saunter over to the very edge of the structure. Surveying her new surroundings, she had been sent to this new city for a another heist job. Her employer had already given her the detailed information well ahead of time, along with the location and description of the target.

Right now, this was only a stakeout as her actual job will be taking place about an hour after sunset. She still wanted a better and more thorough view of this unfamiliar landscape beforehand ... And rooftops were always the best way for a bird's eye view.

[the-haunted-office]

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Unfortunately for Doom, sleeping is another thing she can’t do. She’s tried sleeping but, having no actual, physical brain or an actual, physical body, she was unable to. She can’t remember the last time she dreamed, and she greatly misses the ability to lie down, fall asleep, and just turn off for a little while.

The ghost presses her teeth together in a snarl at Banda, feeling the anger pulse through her. It just doesn’t stop...

“I’m fed up with wrecking buildings! I’ve wrecked more buildings than years I lived!” she yells. “I want to actually DO something! But fine. Hhfff. Where is this building?”

Her glowing eye sockets turn in the direction Banda has indicated, narrow, and then she goes right over to it without waiting on them.

As she makes her way over, her body undergoes a transformation. Her limbs change shape as she gets down onto all fours. Fur sprouts up rapidly all over her body, black and ragged and torn. A pair of lengthy ears pop out of her skull, one of them shredded and flopping over, as the flesh on her face melts away, revealing the skeletal facial structure beneath. Her eyes, still gone, are empty sockets that are glowing bright yellow. She’s become a massive undead black rabbit roughly the size of a car, and she barrels straight into the building without stopping, knocking a hole through the wall.

She lets out an inhuman screech as she begins to tear the building apart beam by beam.

[ycungmagick]

@dragxnfxrced​ asked: 🐲☍☾ “It’s not a dream. It’s a…memory. And it makes me sick!”

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

“It’s never just a dream, is it? Just a memory in disguise. Sometimes it makes you prefer the nightmare.”

[a-cals-rp-zone]

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Springtrap could only manage to utter a shrill squeak as he shuffled away from the very tiny but very terrifying dragon.

He got to his feet and ran away.

Unless pursued, the last Banda would see of this hair raising hare for quite some time would be his fluffy, though badly stained, tail.

[muggsyandfriends]

@dragxnfxrced

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Veegriz's ears perked up when Banda started massaging her tail. "Ooh, that's lovely..." She didn't seem to register Banda's question at first, closing her eyes with a blissful smile crossing her features. "...Prehensile?" she echoed after a few seconds, blinking as she realized what Banda asked, "Oh! Ah, somewhat; I can wrap my tail around things to carry them, but I tend to only use it to carry lighter objects, and even then, only when my hands are full."

Her eyes averted as she seemed to consider her next question, a slight flush coloring her features. "Erm...could you massage near the base of my tail...? Er-- D-don't feel obligated to say 'yes'; it's an intimate spot, I know, being just above my rear..."

Still, that was the spot that tended to be sore the most often, as she had to make an effort (however slight) to keep the fur on the tip of her tail from getting dirty. It wasn't that hard to wash, sure, but she preferred not having to go to the trouble to begin with. She didn't bother telling Banda all that, though; again, she didn't want him to feel like he HAD to comply.

[a-cals-rp-zone]

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The sheriff of Tuefort was leaning back at her desk, trying to snooze under her wide-brimmed black cowboy hat like they did in all the westerns.

She didn't have much success, but it was always worth a try, right? If she couldn't actually be useful, on account of not being properly trained and being monumentally outgunned, then she could at least look like a character from a proper western.

The door opened. She abruptly got up and stood to attention, expecting Mayor Mike, but that's not who entered.

"You seem lost, stranger. D'ya need help?"

It wasn't unusual to see foreigners from all over in these parts, but it was unusual to see whole other species (at least she thought that's what she was looking at.)

[abevyofmuses]

🐲☍☾ "Have you been eating paint? What did you just say to me?" Banda @ Max //@dragxnfxrced

Max was stumbling around due to the fact that he was flung head-first into the side of the building. There were even some bricks pushed inward from the impact. Max had hit harder things with his head before, but wow!

"Blblblblbl!" Max shook his head to clear his dizziness. "I was trying to say 'the Freelance Police have arrived', but considering the potential concussion, I wouldn't be surprised if I said something else."