Jun 3, 2015
"U-um. Hi?"
“Yo,” Cale gives a half wave. Now where has he seen that face before..? “What’s up?”
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"U-um. Hi?"
“Yo,” Cale gives a half wave. Now where has he seen that face before..? “What’s up?”
MIRROR || FLIP
mightylittleguy
Rain. Ray HATED rain, and the cold it brought with it. Soaking wet and breathing hard, she dashed for some type of shelter, some safe haven for her to rest until the storm passed. Lightning flashed overhead, her Xel cloak whipping in the harsh unrelenting winds.
A cross was shown briefly when the light illuminated the sky, and that cross was on a building. A church?
She found that the large oak doors were unlocked. The devilbot didn't have time to ponder on that strange detail as she threw them open, ready to to scare away any humans that might have lurked inside. Yet, there was no one. No one she could see.
The doors were closed, and she slid down into a sitting position, moving to wring some water from the garb she wore.
“Stupid thunderstorm...just my damn luck...”
((For AU!Ray!)) "U-um ... " Hello, Ray, you have a visitor here who is only slightly taller than you. "Um ... um. Hi?"
“Beeeeeck!~”
Yes, and tiny robot girl is going to give him a big hug.
“Heyheyhey, let’s go do something fun or something!”
Angel’s Lament (AU RP with mightylittleguy)
Finding that same old church where Ray first met Angelo was a bit hard since the ghost had chased her out the second she woke him up. Her knees were knocking the entire time as she climbed up the steps and slowly opened the huge oak doors that lead inside.
A chill hit her face. It was so cold...everything had a light coat of ice, and the air was so frigid that she could see her breath.
Part of her wondered why she was even here in the first place.
But the only way she was going to get some answers...
...was if she asked the ghost angel himself.
“...H-Hello...?”
So, who of your friends is tastiest by your reckoning?
“Excuse me? Just because I CAN eat them doesn’t mean I WILL eat them!”
The thought HAS crossed her mind once or twice, though.
…It’s probably Cale or Beck.
"BRAAAAAAAAAAAANDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!" Here, Brandish, have a wailing eight-year-old crashing into your legs. "Brandish, he - he thought - he thought I ATE Cryo he thought we eat each other he thinks we're cabbinals BRANDISH TELL HIM WE'RE NOOOOOT!"
"Beck?!"
It wasn’t every day that his little brother rushed into the training room screaming and bawling his eyes out. Usually it was the other way around after a hard session and the youngest just couldn’t take it anymore. This was different.
…Ate each other? Cabbinals? Doesn’t he mean…
"Beck, please calm down." The ninja wasn’t the best at comforting, but he did kneel down and put a hand on his head. "You’re not making sense. Who are you talking about? Tell me what’s upsetting you…"