#flippin-courier

[theyordleweaver]

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Send ⭐️ to pick up my sick or injured muse

Kiyn had just seen Flippz and wanted to formally introduce himself to her after the incident with Tynen. As he was running to catch up to her, he had accidentally stepped on a stone and ended up spraining his ankle which then also lead to a fall. As he looked up, he could Flippz was surprised and came over to help Kiyn up.

[yordle-hex-crew]

No, Flippz's goal wasn't to blow the laboratory up, just to halt it's functioning. But to a random observer, she could've probably been doing the former just as well as the latter as she navigated between the cables and pipes that fed the small institution. She was so invested in her side goal of crippling the shady experimentations in Zaun that she didn't notice the mercenary approaching her until the very last minute.

“Jorlen, you are approaching the saboteur. Remember, approach with caution.” The familiar voice of her sister rang into Jorlen’s ear through her communicator. She continued to fly up behind the stranger interloper, her mechanical wings sounding like a particularly strong gust of wind as they carried her towards her target. 

“Hands where I can see them!” she demanded, a long rifle pointing at the yellow yordle in front of her. 

[remember-no-more]

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[It was midday. The witch was walking through a particularly crowded street, her silver hair tied under a sports hat, with sunglasses on and an almost masculine outfit that one would never expect her to wear. Her included. It was very hot, but the inhabitants of the city weren’t scared of the sun, it seemed; so they walked back and forth through the market, their voices mixed, and often they had to make themselves as small as possible to pass through groups that seemed to like to stop in the middle of the streets.

The witch sighed nervously when she hid a hand under her sleeveless shirt, pulling out a white apple that a merchant she passed close to couldn’t realize to have seen disappear in front of his very eyes. She gave it a small bite and kept going, looking around for something she had been told to be sold only in that place that she wanted. She usually didn’t allow herself to give up to such petty caprices… And I shouldn’t have, she thought now, feeling particularly uneasy while submerged by too many busy civilians. 

She reached her limit while crossing the street, when she risked to be run over by someone on a bicycle that she didn’t see coming. She stopped right in front of them, staring at them for a few seconds, before just turning and abruptly changing direction. She was panting visibly, and for some reason she was starting to cry. She hated crowds. She couldn’t even escape using her usual tricks to get out of there, and she was starting to fear that she could draw someone’s attention like that. She searched for somewhere to hide, to catch her breath, to at least get some relief from the heat of the day. But there were too many people around, and she couldn’t find any quiet spot. She slowed down and stopped, just staring at the ones who kept walking around her, suddenly not even knowing what she was doing or what she was there for.]

[rintheyordle]

⚡️ "Sometimes folks from the Academy have shady and dangerous experiments done for them in Zaun, off the grid. But you never do that, nor you buy materials from down there... right? Right?"

[ send a  ⚡️ and my muse will have to answer honestly. ]

“No. Curious of their ways, sure, but their horrible disregard of life for science irks me to no end. I do not work the same way they do.”

[rakshatheantiquarian]

Thoughts on Flippz? ^^

“I really, really like Flippz.” A blush crept up on Raksha’s face as she thought of her, covering her mouth with her hand for a second. “She’s so nice to me. I like talking to her, listening to her. She has such interesting ideas that I like to listen to. I love her pretty eyes, her soft hair…” As she got lost in thought about Flippz she went quiet, but the fondness in her eyes and the smile on her face gave all her feelings away.

@flippin-courier

[veigarthevile]

flippin-courier replied to your post: flippin-courier replied to your post: ...

Do we at least have confirmation on the source of this concealment, or can we still make up our own? ��

//As I recall its part of every yordle’s innate magical abilities. So they are likely the source themselves.

[ionian-ink]

😈 found one <:

It is said that around my village, it is always bad luck to be out alone when the stars are out. The elders themselves say that the stars positioned in a certain way make you go insane. You lose your humanity, you lose our thoughts and feelings, it drains all of emotion from you, simply leaving you a shell. 

When in this state, you follow the call of the moon, You do as you’re told without question. The rabbit pulls your leash, she tells you if you live, if you die, or even if you exist at all. 

They say that people under this state grow rabbit ears and a small tail, their eyes growing as red as scarlet blood. Their curddling laughs, their lunatic tendencies... They say it’s haunting.

But that said, i’m pretty sure it’s all false.@flippin-courier

[silas-the-sticky-yordle-archived]

I mean "?"

Send me ? and my muse will ask yours a random question

“How are you yellow? Copying yordles is kinda my thing and I’ve never seen any your color that aren’t males covered in fur.”