#maidofspacerp

[sheoftlme-blog]

@maid-of-space-rp has joined me on here

and as such i greet thee whats thy name

[nemorialex]

maid-of-space-rp:

I’m doing pretty well!

I kinda felt bad for dropping out of touch there for a while, hence the ask.

That’s good to hear...

I’m honestly not surprised about the lack of contact. But that says less about you personally and more about how people tend to pop in and out of existence around here

[nemorialex]

Hey Alex, it's Branwen. I just wanted to check in, I hope you're doing ok!

Oh! I’ll be honest, this is a tad unexpected

Hello. I’m doing… Alright, overall. How’re you?

[nemorialex]

maid-of-space-rp:

Branwen had heard the fight before she’d seen it. She had been planning to avoid it but the sounds of someone getting overwhelmed had drawn her closer, a hammer ready in her strife specibus just in case.

She paused at the sight of the red-head, and knew the look of faking being alright a little too well. She put on a relaxed facial expression and offered a calm smile and a soft tone of voice.

“Hey, do you need any help? My apartment isn’t too far from here and I’ve got a solid first aid kit.” She offered, purposefully keeping her hands where she knew the girl could see them and adjusting her posture so she didn’t seem as tall as she actually was. The last thing she wanted was to make this any worse.

There was a pause, Alex waiting until she was all the way standing before addressing the other. Though a little wobbly, it was accomplished. If there was a wall or a lamppost nearby, she’d be drifting towards it to lean on. 

“I mean, I don’t wa-I shouldn’t impose, or anything...” She started, a little hoarse. “But... But I could use a bit of a clean-up, if I’m honest...” 

[nemorialex]

🌀 for @maid-of-space-rp

Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up

Alex was a typically good fighter. One who’s able to hold their own in combat one way or another. Unless of course the opposition caught her by surprise, or was simply overwhelming. It didn’t help that she’d been trying to push various physical limits, either. She was a little worn down… 

Either way, the red-head was carefully picking herself up off the ground with soft grunts and winces. A few cuts, a bruised rib or so, if not just a really bad bruise on the side, A black eye (with noticeable purple tint to the sclera) 

Hearing the scuffle of feet nearby, she looked up in surprise, quickly turning it into an awkward smile. Pretending nothing was wrong would clearly make that a reality…

[nemorialex]

(@maid-of-space-rp) 💭 for Branwen?

Send “💭” For A Thought My Muse Had of Yours!

I’ll be honest, I don’t think Alex has too many solid thoughts about her aside from the passing “Who is that?” or feeling some slight disconcertment she can’t quite voice, due to when Branwen was helping Shou and Alex’s assistance wasn’t needed at the time.

[itsjohnegman]

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