#greeter rp

[tiny-mighty-wrecker-archive]

@scientistgoesboom

Theres just a loud nyom and a bang and a human just flies back onto the floor, she knocks at her helmet sending it off and smoke leaves it.

She just vents laying on the floor, "uhhhg... ow-"

[thedoctorsmanifest-blog]

@skullheist

“You know if you’d hold still it wouldn’t hurt as much.” Yosuke complains applying peroxide to one of Ryuji’s many cuts and bruises. “I don’t get it, man.” He laments shaking his head with his brow creased in concern. “I know you wanted to settle things with the track team but...letting all four of them gang up on you? And Kurusu just watched?” Yosuke realizes that he might be a hypocrite but it’s not fair for the others to just foist the blame on Ryuji when he’s just a victim himself?

[nextgenrobin]

Closed RP

The wind picked up causing the young red head to sneeze. “Man why did it have to get so cold all of a sudden?” Robin mumbled as he wrapped his cape tighter around his body. It was times like this that he was grateful that he was on the short side allowing his hand me down cape to protect him more. However before he could ponder his situation some more, he caught a slight movement at the corner of his eye forcing his attention elsewhere. How had the sidekick not see that coming?

@lostxrobin

[expert-de-couteau]

@skullandridingcrop entered the shop

“Well look what we got here-- Holmes himself. Sorry, the drug den is a few doors over.”

[noobishly-infected-blog]

@licorickblack started following you!

Well, this is strange. 

Yuuri stared out at the completely candy-themed world, squinting slightly so she could read the large text over on the hill. She mumbled ‘Sugar Rush’ under her breath, and then placed her hands onto her hips. It was, to reiterate, strange.

She’s seen some of the inhabitants of the land, and had used her shapeshifting abilities to fit in; a short, cutesy child, though she lacked any real sugary/desert theme like they did.

Yuuri sighed, trying to remember just how she managed for find herself here in this strange world.

[thedoctorsmanifest-blog]

@willfulvirtuosa

“I’m afraid I’ve yet to thank you properly for last night. In spite of the odds you remained fairly stalwart and we, not to mention the people who depend on Verinas Mart all the way out here, might have not lasted the night.” Power failures are deadly out here, particularly near Ravatogh. The wyverns are bad enough, adding daemons to the fray could have catastrophic results.

[friguspraeliator]

@hux-capacitor came to face the might of the Empire

       ❝ General. ❞ The Grand Admiral had yet to glace away from the art piece displayed before him. To the untrained eye, it was just a white canvas. Yet to those with eyes of a Kaminoan, or Chiss in this case, it was a vivid piece of color and sense of motion. The artist managed to capture the emotions of the dancer and the silence of the world around them. It’d only make sense considering emotions had no place in Kaminoan society outside of dance. This art piece held secrets and splayed out Kaminoans beneath his scrutiny in a way few understood.

                 ❝ What do you think? I’ve had it rescued from the depths of Felucia. ❞ Only then did the Chiss warrior turn his gaze upon the young General with a raised brow. Of course, it didn’t occur to him that what he saw and what human eyes saw weren’t the same. The artwork simply was.

[friguspraeliator]

@carolxferrisx came to face the might of the Empire

       ❝ Carol Ferris, I’ve heard so M U C H about you, ❞ he said in a carefully modulated tone. Holograms where projected from the sphere atop his deck to display maps of the current region of space. Countless planets framed in blue pixels silently spun in their orbit and Thrawn at the center. It framed him eerily with his hands clasped behind his back and white uniform illuminated in the darkness being the first thing Carol would see when dragged into the dim office. He turned his head to finally look at her from over his shoulder with red glowing eyes punctuated the alien features if the blue skin were not prominent enough.

                 ❝ Please, sit, ❞ he politely said. He held out a hand to present the chair beside him from the guest side of his desk. He crossed his arms over his chest and cupped his chin in thought.

     ❝ You’ve been a sort of a p̢e͘s̸t̡, as of late. One I hope to rectify if these talks are successful. There are αℓтєяηαтινєѕ, however, only time will tell. ❞