#mcmentics

[diagnxsis]

@mcmentics

“Oh, come on, I know you liked it.  I swear I saw a smile there.”

[chaxsdxminatxr]

@mcmentics

“Oi, wake up!”

With a tiny kick, Pink tried to wake up the giant guardian they just managed to capture. Well, granted, attacking him with other twelve Rabbids wasn’t quite a sweet move, but after discovering this guy was supposed to protect Rayman the leaders realized it was better to ask a thing or two to the poor guy.

“C’mon, we don’t have all day, big guy. Rise and shine and whatever.”

[schattenmagier]

[ Continued from X // @mcmentics ]

She wasn’t here for fun. Well, okay. More or less. A friend had asked her to take over a job what he got from the circle and didn’t had time for. Something about checking on some weird scientist, and blah-blah. Lilli had just agreed to help out because it was A. an actual friend who asked her, and b. because she was super bored. Well, and now she was here. In that guys ‘laboratory’ it seems. It was easy to get in, stepping through the shadows and all that. Yet the mage had still ‘accidentally’ triggered an alarm, and caused an explosion. 

That hadn’t been intended by her probably, but at least she had gotten the scientists attention! Though he didn’t seemed quite... happy about the whole explosion and intruding thing. And for some reason Lilli had felt lightly insulted. So she just gave him a small ‘fuck you’ with a smile on her lips into a nerby security camera. Mostly because she wanted to bother him a little actually...

“Sorry, can’t do zhat yet, Mister scientist~”

The mage spoke, and started to made her way into... some direction. Hopefully into the right one where he was. 

“How about you tell me vhere to find you zhough? Vould be easier for me, because I vouldn’t have the need to cause even more explosions ‘accidentally’~”

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

“A shout out to @mcmentics! Her OC's a super cool, her art is rad as hell, and she is just a super cool and nice person! I am happy every time we interact ic as well as ooc! Keep up the great work, my friend! >;3c“

[mugvvham]

@mcmentics it’s time

“E-Excuse me, mister??”

Mugman puffed lightly, looking over the big bag of salt he brought from his house to the farm, just as requested from the Elder. To be fair, his grandpa was a little worried of letting the four-years-old doing commissions all by himself, but as far as he knew, mister Auburn was a respectable guy, and was failry close to home in case anything bad happened.

Might as well give the kid some trust and make him feel like a grown-up by doing that simple task, instead of making him get bored at home.

“I got your salt!! Grandpa told me to bring it to you...”

[alcaxponciano-archive]

@mcmentics

Rarely did Alca decide to step foot into the other isles that wasn’t the third, always giving a considerate glance every once in a while when she walks past the die looking structure. The city environment was the only one that she has been surrounded in her entire life and she knew for a fact that what lies past would be the complete opposite. She pretty much already stuck out like a sore thumb enough as is in the isle since she moved in; surely people outside said isle would automatically take notice of her smartly dressed appearance if she were to walk out of her element.

Alas, she felt the need to. The store that resides in the city-looking Isle 3 did not have any ammo of interest of her to use for her Tommy gun and so, wanting to find another that could be more helpful to her needs, she decided that going into the next isle was her only option.

And as expected, she was completely out of place. We’re talking about a squirrel in a straight up suit and tie and matching hat looking like she was on her way to a business meeting and here she was at an isle that was straight up a carnival! Surprisingly, however, the residents around were too “busy” having their daily dose of fun and games, courtesy of the many rides and attractions that were...a little too much for the mobster’s comfort. Though, she did spot the isle’s store from a pretty close distance and started to make her way over.

No one seemed to take notice of her (or so she like to assume). In fact, she was so unnoticeable that someone, male specifically, actually bumped into her. It was so unexpected and with the way at how quickly it happened, Alca could only believe that he was in a hurry and didn’t pay much attention to what’s in front of him. After stumbling back a few steps, she composed herself and looked at the man to see if he would say anything, wondering why he was in a such a rush.

[backintheroaring30s]

@mcmentics

♣ Character Selection ==> Crockpot ♣

“...aight, what’s th’ matter, bud?”

Maybe asking it out of nowhere wasn’t really nice, but the cook couldn’t keep it by himself anymore. He was used having O’Nion by his kitchen, and even more seeing him in a bad mood, in the last few days - as far as he knew, the carrot in his farm was making quite a riot -, but he surely didn’t expect to see him so under the roof. And, most, importantly, with a bandage. It was a little hidden under the overall, but despite pretending he was focusing completely on chopping the vegetables the farmer brought he couldn’t stop from being worried.

“‘N dun’ even try to say it’s nothin’.” he pointed at the other with the knife “I ain’t gonna buy that.”

[lancelot-sharpkeen-a]

@mcmentics [oh my]

As the gun is pointed as the stranger, Lance takes a few seconds to notice that he stopped breathing since heh eard steps moving closer. By now he thought he understood the routine the inhabitants of Yharnam followed - every time he died, everytime he came back in that wretched down, they did nothing but going back and forth towards the center of the city, to admire the beast burning in those eternal flames; always the same people, always the same victims - and as soon as someone ruined that cycle he couldn’t but get worried. He learnt in the hard way the only ones who were able to break that repeated sequence was either a Hunter or a Beast - and even then, most of the time he couldn’t see the difference between the two -, so when the other raised his hands, acting peaceful rather than trying to slit his throat on the spot, the Vileblood found himself quite surprised.

That was indeed something new, that for a moment confused the hunter just enough to make him lose himself in his thoughts, looking for the right words. The inhabitants weren’t exactly people he’d chat with. He almost forgot that, sometimes, words were enough to end a situation.

And yet, even as he speaks, he doesn’t lower his gun.

“...who are you?” he simply asks, taking a second to look around and check if nobody else was near them. It would’ve been quite annoying, interrupting their conversation to avoid being stabbed “It’s quite rare to see someone who means no harm in this town. You’d be the first one who roams these streets in this part of town, so... ...I hope you understand it’s nothing personal, but I have a few problems trusting you right now.”