#josephinethetreasurehunter

[merciless-soldier]

"Howdy." A short girl with blue hair approached the man, he hand hovering over the handle of a gun. "I don't reckon ya could tell me where I am, could ya? Somthin' tells me this ain't the mojave."

Levi stared almost in disbelief at the sight. He scoffed his laughter as he looked at the bluette. "Howdy? This isn't the wild west. No, right now you're in the headquarters of the Survey Corps. Did you get your horse mixed up with ours or something? Stables are that way-" he said, thumbing over his shoulder. 

[danchou-isnt-armed]

"Ey, eyebrows, mind tellin' a gal where she is?" A blue haired girl of about 5ft in stature approached the man, her hand on the handle of the pistol. "I reckon this ain't the mojave."

Erwin’s brows furrowed, eyes taunt towards the small-framed girl before him. Her question fazed through him for a moment, as he silently mouthed the word “eyebrows?” in a silent question, searching for validation. 

He blinked, obviously believing she was delusional. 

"You’re in Wall Rose," He paused, studying her curiously. 

[thetimidfollower-blog]

"Hey Porter, I reckon yer the educated type right? What'cha know bout the Sierra Madre?"

"Sierra Madre?" The runaway blinks, as if trying to recall where she had heard that name from. She ponders it for a moment, and then gives a sharp snap of the fingers. "Pre-war casino. Somewhere within Nevada. Real big hype about the place, but it never opened…Or if it did, the bombs fell before anybody could really enjoy it. Probably nothing more than a graveyard by now, I suppose."

[traversereadingsmoving]

You want to plot friend? C:

Yes though, i was hoping you had an idea on what to plot?

[merciless-soldier]

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SEND ME A ♡ IF I'M YOUR SENPAIMARCO MUN OMG NUUUU, I'M NOT YOUR SENPAI D; NUUUU, LIES, NUU STAHPP ITTT STAHHP SRSLY .-.

[galexiesbeyond]

Alright, shall I make a start then? ^.^

//If you want, go for it. o u o <33//

[galexiesbeyond]

-whispers- Do you rp with OCs from other fandoms?

//whispers

of course I do-- <33//

[security-chief-harkness]

[Harkness||Josephine]

It was a rare day in DC, the sun held high in the sky made Harkness's bridge duty significantly brighter than usual and fortunately there no overwhelming or stench-emphasising heat that came with it. The atmosphere sat nicely and calm. It was enough to make him wary of the day. His eyes narrowed making a visual patrol of the path that ran parallel to the Potomac before settling on the platform on the other side of the river.

Accepting the peace for what it was Harkness sat on the worn chair by a scavenged table. Pulling the battered receiver from his belt Harkness radioed across the ship, checking up on each call point, getting an update. Nothing to report. Shrugging he sat back happily getting comforting by folding his legs at the ankles and deciding to close his eyes for a moment.