Oct 13, 2017
manipulativecueball replied to your post: Truth: Would you genentically manipulate a troll...
Come along then, my dear.
Oh, um. Okay? Where am I going?
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manipulativecueball replied to your post: Truth: Would you genentically manipulate a troll...
Come along then, my dear.
Oh, um. Okay? Where am I going?
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English would not be sitting behind his desk as he usually did when Scratch arrived. Instead, he stands at a window, back to the door as he puffs on a thick cigar. Smoke climbs to the ceiling before dissipating, filling the room with the distinctive scent of tobacco.
Turning his head to look at Scratch, he takes the cigar from between his teeth, ashing it in a nearby tray before turning to the Guardian.
“SCRATCH.” He acknowledges him, stalking over to his desk and taking his usual seat. He gestures to the chair opposite him, signaling for the man to sit.
“IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I CALLED UPON YOU. I APOLOGIZE.” Tapping his claws against the sturdy wood of the desk, he continues.
“THAT GIRL IS GETTING HERSELF INTO TROUBLE AGAIN.” Quickly, he adds, “LET ME REPHRASE THAT. I *THINK* SHE IS GETTING HERSELF INTO TROUBLE AGAIN.”
He is, of course, referring to his Handmaid. “WERE IT NOT FOR THAT DAMNABLE FOG MEGIDOS HAVE OVER THEM, I’D HAVE CONFIRMED IT BY NOW.”
“I HAVE PREPARED FOR THE ARRIVAL OF MY NEXT HANDMAID FOR EONS. IT IS THE NECESSARY STEP FORWARD IN EXPANDING MY REACH TO OTHER UNIVERSES. AS YOU KNOW.” Leaning back in his chair, English sighs, rubbing a massive hand over his face. Though he does not need sleep, he feels tired.
“I BELIEVE THEY ARE. “INVOLVED” IN SOME WAY. NOT IN THE WAY I AM. *SINCERELY* INVOLVED.”
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great yeah hey cue-ball hows it hangin long time no see
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You must be this Scratch I've heard so much about. If the rumors are true, you already know well enough who I am.
@manipulativecueball answered your ask “Hello. You probably don't know me, but I'm Rose, and someone I trust...”
“Well, Feferi had nothing but the best things to say about you, and the things you could do, so how could I resist seeking you out?” Rose knew she was working from a disadvantage, but then she didn’t have the wisdom that came with powers. “But if there’s so little time, where would you suggest would be the place to start?”
@manipulativecueball liked your post:holy crap, is damara actually being quiet because...
seriously, what kind of power do you have if you can make that happen?
@manipulativecueball soz 4 not sayin hi ystrday but just as well bc i need a goddamn huge distraction rn so hi im Roxy & im currently panicin bc I mite b prego & if not this is one hell if a food baby i dont remember eatin
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> Almost as soon as he’s given them, Jake takes the coordinates that were passed along and makes his way out to the nearest transportalizer. For just a moment he hovers there, intimately aware of surveillance. He falters over the decision to announce his destination before shaking his head and inputting the coordinates carefully. He wasn’t doing anything wrong or going anywhere untoward, he was going to his... renter, for the time being.
It’s funny how quickly his apprehension returned. He was so nervous before, when he was first really rented but never picked up, but as time went on and the perceived threat went away, he settled back into his usual carefree attitude. But now... now it all came rushing back.
If Jake were reminded of the threat on his most dangerous adventures, (Huayna Picchu, Canyonlands, Mount Hua Shan, El Caminito del Rey - Poland’s Crooked Forest, Jog Falls in India, The Amazon,) he might’ve been quite excited. It’s no secret that he’s something of an adrenaline/survivalist junkie, but this is... different.
People are different. People are scary. People are... unpredictable.
Upon arrival, Jake just hovers. He wrings his hands uncertainly, unwilling to stray from the last place he was instructed to be. Albeit he may have laughed nervously, but it really is possible Jake may faint from anxiety alone.