#gluttonous-brunette

[scentedbygunpowder]

“Are you sick?” (@gluttonous-brunette is my rp blog, that’s my excuse for using anon ^-^;)

SEND “ARE YOU SICK?” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PLACING A HAND ON THEIR FOREHEAD.@gluttonous-brunette(I’m afraid that I don’t know anything about AoT, but I’m assuming you know stuff about FMA, so I’ll let you figure out how this works!)

Riza shuddered away from the hand that was placed on her forehead, and looked up at the voice that had asked the question. It took her a moment to process the question, and to place her thoughts in order. Was she sick? She certainly didn’t feel well. She was hot, and her throat felt dry, and her head hurt.

“I...I’m not sure,” she said. “But I don’t feel well.” She leaned over, resting her forehead on her fist. “I’m sorry...can you help me back to a place I know well? I can get help or contact someone from there.” She wasn’t sure what she was nearest, and her head was pounding, but she was sure that she could find someone to get in touch with someone she knew for help.

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~Closed RP~

@gluttonous-brunette

His first day in the scouts. He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel, everyone around probably knew that he was a member of the Military Police before this. He was ready for an onslaught of insults, questions of why he would join with the likes of them and any other thing they could think of to ridicule his choice of branch. He had changed now, so better late than never at least.

As he pulled on his new jacket, he looked around, his eyes grazing over the other scouts. At least they seemed to be avoiding him for now. He didn’t want to get into any sort of fight with anyone at the moment, so he was thankful to be alone for now. After a few moments he shook his head, going into the headquarters to familiarize himself with the building.

[scentedbygunpowder]

Reversed lazy potion? (from gluttonous-brunette, The Soldier and the Scout is coming soon, I was just super occupied with school this week ^-^;)

Lazy Potion: a potion that turns the drinker lethargic and lazy for a time.@gluttonous-brunette

They were supposed to meet for lunch today. They had arranged it, talked about it, and both had been looking forward to it--or so Riza had thought. But Sasha hadn’t shown up, which was odd. But it was always possible to run late, and so Riza hadn’t though too much about it. But when at least half of the lunch break had passed and there had been no sign of the woman, Riza had grown worried. Gathering herself and her things, she had made her way to the apartment Sasha shared.

She got there, and knocked on the door, calling in. “Sasha? Sasha are you there? Its Riza.” Her hand went down to the doorknob and tried it. The door was open. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. “Sasha?” she called as she came in. “Sasha? Are you home?” The house looked a little unkept, and there was an odd bottle sitting on the coffee table, but she didn’t see her friend at first glance. “Sasha?”

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🔪 (With love, from gluttonous-brunette)

SEND ME 🔪 FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS SHOVING THEM AGAINST A WALL AND PRESSING A KNIFE TO THEIR THROAT@gluttonous-brunette

Riza froze, the blade far too close to her neck. Her eyes widened, her pulse rose, and her breathing quickened, her mind flashing back to the last time a blade was held up to her neck. She could almost feel the quick cut, the warm blood suddenly gushing out of her neck, the fear clawing at her throat. She fought her mind against that place, and instead locked eyes filled with fear on the brunette in front of her.

“S-S-Sasha...”

There was a tremble in her voice and fear in it, no matter how much she wished for it not to be. Part of her mind was screaming at her to move to do something to lower the knife from her neck. She could do that. She was capable of defending herself. But she couldn’t do it. Her body was still frozen, leaving her at the mercy of someone she had been sure she was at least friendly with, if not friends, and the knife she held at her throat.