#oc: teff

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I drew my vessels again after so long!! kinda a redraw of the original drawing of them but also not really (old one under the cut)

^ old art from February 2021

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Anonymous asked:

Made some oatmeal. Want some? It has sweet in it.

Do I look like an idiot? I don't eat from strangers. I barely eat from the Hound.

*rolls eyes* Well Janna-fuck, you don't have to bite my head off. 🤨

Suit yourself. 🤷🏾‍♀️

*gets up from the barstool, climbs onto a barrel in the corner across the room, takes out a flask, adds a touch of rum into the bowl, takes a spoon out of her coat pocket, and starts eating*

Silco does a double take as he sees you both confirm that it's not deadly, and also sweeten the deal. She decides she's too proud to beg for food after rejecting it.

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u know what screw me *un-bugs my own vessels*

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Somethin i forgot 2 post last week lol

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3 little babies watch an old man draw creatures

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My vessel trio as cats!

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Teff's head un-tilted. The tip of her spoon went into her mouth and stayed there as Teff studied them.

A soft, single, "hmm." sounded in her throat… Uncanny. Human-voiced, but with a corvid-ish undertrill.

Teff's eyebrows suddenly twitched at a flash of memory.

The miner at that booth: hunched over a bowl of tentacles covered in sauce… With a large, empty jug by his elbow.

The man had not just had his mouth full. 😅 He had been drunk; and had slurred this person's name.

So. NOT 'Sleek-o'. Silco.

…Sill. Like a window.

Teff gave "Sill"co a lopsided smile.

"I'm glad then, to meet Silco.

"And, sorry. About earlier." She shifted her solid weight on her perch atop the barrel, and resumed eating.

"Back home, it's good custom for a new worker to introduce themselves by doing as a full Union Member would do at any communal meal; and offer some of their food to the local Knuckle-- Err. Organizer…

"A Union Organizer doesn't have to accept, or even answer more than a shake of the head, it's an informal thing…so it pricked my temper when you were especially rude about it.

"At any rate. My name's 'Teff'. She/her….

"But I'm guessing, that, if you have to be worried about accepting food from strangers even in your own base of operations she waved her spoon, gesturing around at the bar; then, the power of the various bosses in this city is particularly strong?"

-- Teff 👋🏾🖤

(Hullo! Thanks for the heads up, I very much appreciate it! ^^; Never quite got the hang of formatting this sort of stuff, I'm afraid. But I'll handle it just like you've advised from here on out, it sounds more reasonable! <3)

Silco smiles, briefly, before nodding towards Teff.

I see you're new around here. I appreciate the gesture.

I use any pronouns except for "it". Got enough of that one from enforcers.

I'm afraid that you're correct. The owners of the mines, the coal-barron Carmen Kirraman has learned of my existence and of my efforts recently, and I can't let my guard down. Whistleblowers get dealt with swiftly and unions aren't frequent when it comes to Piltie-owned corporations; due to the valiant efforts of the Pilties who own the place.

Where are you from? Are you going to work in the mines?

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Anonymous asked: Made some oatmeal. Want some? It has sweet in it. ______________ Do I look like an idiot? I don't eat from strangers. I barely eat from the Hound. ______________ *rolls eyes* Well Janna-fuck, you don't have to bite my head off. 🤨 Suit yourself. 🤷🏾‍♀️ *gets up from the barstool, climbs onto a barrel in the corner across the room, takes out a flask, adds a touch of rum into the bowl, takes a spoon out of her coat pocket, and starts eating* ______________ Silco does a double take as he sees you both confirm that it's not deadly, and also sweeten the deal. She decides she's too proud to beg for food after rejecting it. ______________ She's a dark-skinned woman in her early 30s, yet you notice there may be some distant Vastayan ancestry. Dark-burgundy irises. There are little black feathers blended into the hand's length of coily Black hair sweeping up from the temples of her head...her not-long fingernails just a touch thicker and sharper than they ought to be, raptor-ish... Teff notices your double-take. She pulls back, somewhat, from her quick temper. Considers...maybe this is a *cultural* misunderstanding?... Or, maybe she's simply mistaken you for the *wrong person*? ...Her face falls a little at that. "...Are you not Sliico?", she asks between one bite and another. (Pronouncing it 'Sleek-o') "...Or maybe not? If you are, you seem young for a 'Joint'..." She pauses suddenly, shakes her head frustratedly 'no'... searching around for the right word, despite usually having a pretty firm grasp on the local language otherwise. "In my part of Ionia. We called them 'Jheti'...-- !! "There! *Union*.

...I asked around for 'the person who connects the workers here'. They said 'go find Sliico'. But you...you're not Sliico?", Teff gestures towards you idly with her spoon, tilting her head quizzically.

They exhale a puff of smoke from his nose in amusement.

Sorry. Sliico fell down a well. But coincidence has it, I do connect the workers around here, and my name is Silco.

Can I help you?

(hi! i just wanna say, if you wanna do longform rp on anon, please just sign your asks with either a character name or an emoji ♡ don't worry, i'll remember the context, and i will tag the posts with that signature so you can search my blog for all the posts from the storyline. hope you have a nice day :} ♡)