True, Mikey doesn’t often stay up this late, but it’s not that weird for him to be up, right? He’d had a lot on his mind, so he’d stayed up to think. About what he was meant to do... for Toman, and for Baji... now that Baji was no longer here.
He suppresses the sadness he feels at the thought with a smile. Anyway, what’s so dangerous about being here, of all places? True, it’s late, and suspicious people could be around, but...
“Don’t worry! I know how to handle myself in a fight.“ he assures Eden cheerfully. Maybe she thinks that someone’s following them? Mikey hasn’t noticed anyone, but that doesn’t mean that no-one’s there. “What’s wrong? I can help you, if you want.”
@reskullgrunt / @eidolae - @tazmilyxfamily Sent Some Love !
positivity for @reskullgrunt/eidolae!!! they're the first person i've ever really rped with in the Pokemon rpc (which is quite the achievment when i only have a Pokemon verse) as well as the first to properly complete a thread with me. i know life has been kinda tough for you, and a lot of shit's happened that's beat you down, but im genuinely glad you managed to both get through it and stick around regardless, break or not! so you keep going and do what you do you funky little reptile. - Tazmilyxfamily
@eidolae liked for a Wallace Cup starter (and got Acerola).
“Your Pokemon are so cute!” The fellow participant practically squealed with happiness at someone with similar taste in Pokemon as herself. Acerola smiled, “Do you have lots of Ghost-Types?”
Vox is leaned against the brick wall of one of the three places he’s willing to leave his bunker for, a diner about 45 minutes from home. He’d been coming here for such a long time, in his opinion, the back booth ought to be reserved for him by name. He takes a final drag off his cigarette before flicking the butt into a nearby terracotta pot, complete with costco brand cat litter and god knows how many other discarded cigarettes.
There’s something he can only describe as creepy in the air right now. It’s not out of the ordinary for him to feel, all things considered. After all, the sole streetlamp in the parking lot has been staring at him since he got here. He squints up at it, and it squints back, the grotesque looking, bloodshot eye it’s become in his sight.
“Better go inside before you grow a fucking mouth, too.” He mutters, rolling his shoulders and turning away from it’s unpleasant gaze to yank the door open, shutting it behind him with a grunt. As he makes his way to the back booth, he glances back out the windows, aggravated to see that it had grown not only a mouth, but arms and legs. He rolls his eyes and sighs.
Good fucking thing I came in when I did. He thinks. Not really into my hallucination of the hour deciding it wants to throw hands. Not right now, at least.
That’s right, now isn’t the time to be getting into it with them. He’s got someone waiting for him in that aforementioned back booth.
He’s not sure when Eden got here, and he’s not entirely sure how she found Booker’s. He doesn’t remember mentioning it to her, but it’s not impossible he did and forgot. All he knows is he got a text to the tune of an hour ago that she’d be there waiting for him.
Kid’s always gotta show up out of the blue, no warning. Always doing whatever she wants.
He nods his head back when he sees her. He’s not sure how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other in person, but she looks as tired as ever. He wonders which of them has the deeper set dark circles. He drops down into the bench across from her, propping his elbow up on the table and giving her a drawn out stare before opening his mouth.
“Been a minute, kid.” He sighs out. “This a social call, or d’you need me for something?”
Her eyelids flew open—a loud bang drawing her out of sleep. For a moment, her heart stilled. First thought believing it a gunshot. But her brain quickly joined the rest of her. No. Not a gun. It was big and loud, but tinny. More like a sheet of metal. Lucy groaned, rolling her stiff shoulders. She pried herself of the wall behind her, back sore. A casualty of sleeping sitting up. The horned young woman rose up. Taking careful steps, she moved her way to the first floor.
The building was, supposedly, haunted. A once glorious hotel now in ruin. The perfect place for a serial killer on the run to hide. It was empty when she arrived. Lucy did a sweep of the place before settling in. But that was hours ago, plenty of time for someone else to wander in.
So she descended, drawing closer to the source of the sound. The air reeking if must and rot. Water dripping from the ceiling. Crimson eyes hard as stone.
❝ Ah ... hello. ❞ There’s a long, drawn out pause in which the boy simply stares unblinkingly. After a moment, he starts suddenly and holds out his hands, a water bottle in one and a packaged cinnamon roll in the other.
❝ Sorry, you surprised me. I believe you fainted ? Or, I’m not sure, I think your eyes were still open, but you looked unwell ... I bought you something to eat and drink from across the street. I uh, moved you, sorry, but it’s not safe in there. That building is rumored to be haunted. ❞
Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why? / What current rp trend do you hate?
Ask an angery rper about rp things she really doesn’t know about.
- Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?
I do not consider them important, but I do feel they give a muse a plus when it comes to getting to know them. It is part of a character development, at least for me, and it is an easy way to learn about their likes. You know, tumblr as an image board always puts visuals first, and not giving you character that makes them feel... empty?
Hm. Maybe I do consider them very important. Oh welp.
- What current rp trend do you hate?
Like current current? Nothing, actually. I did hate when they used 5x5px icons with darken mode so you could barely see what was actually the icon, and also with a weird formatting text where ‘ t he word s c ouldlook li k e t his sometimes ‘ and with a very small text. But again, it is mostly visual.
