#raxcity

[citialiin]

☆  ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION WITH: @raxcity​

     ❝ I’m not sure how you got past security,      but I don’t sign things in my dressing room.       Especially not when I’m very clearly rather      busy. ❞

[citialiin]

☆  ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION (AGAIN) WITH : @raxcity

     ❝ You’re late. ❞

     He frowns, recklessly tossing the stapler back into      the drawer he’d been rifling through with a      resounding clatter.  The desk had been      unoccupied; ergo, it was his for the taking.  He      leans back in the luxurious, hideous plush chair      practically engulfing his small frame and steeples      his fingers menacingly, glaring over his sunglasses      at his evidently careless new employer.

     ❝ Do you have any idea how busy I am ?  And ... ❞ he      glances at the clock -- fifteen minutes ‘til ten in the      morning, bright and somewhat early,  ❝ ... do you have      anything to drink ? ❞

[omimaitl]

     This is the sort of thing a resolute hacker could have accomplished given the time and the means, but there’s such little style in that, and he didn’t drag himself out of the pits of death with grated-bone and broken nails for banality.  

     He’s got his crystal ball -- literally -- and dusty, tightly wrapped cords of hyssop and balsam, occupying the rare patch of bare space on one of the many singed surfaces in his apartment-hovel.  After his initial dial, the phone rings.  He thinks about how gross and dirty the screen of your phone can get, sitting in your pocket and stuff, and thinks twice before pressing it completely against his cheek.  When he hears the telltale click of a receptionist and he is, indeed, received, he curls his fingers around the polished quarts of the orb and sees that, yes, it worked, his name is magically penned in for the Once-ler’s two o’clock and there’s suddenly, magically, records of longtime communication.  

     ❝ Oh, you must be ... ❞ the woman says, fumbling with the unfamiliar name written on the timetable that she’s almost certain wasn’t there the day before.  He hums a little in recognition, bony elbow clattering against the table as he leans against it heavily.   ❝ I’ll connect you to him right away. ❞

[huskiinbee-blog]

|| raxcity has been summoned

        CLINGING  to the stalks of wood bearing simple flags, the most luxurious            platform the town of   POTTSFIELD   could provide for their humble  leader, &&            clinging even  more so  to the knowledge of the presence of his denizens at his            roots, he met the visitor at the edge of the clutter of buildings.                                                                          They had been EXPECTING this arrival.

                     ❝   MY GREETINGS, peddler, welcome to POTTSFIELD. We see well                                     why you’re here, so I should WARN YOU IN ADVANCE ::   the people                                     here have carried on life the same way for nigh CENTURIES. But now,                                     you may speak, we shall listen to whatever you’re selling. ❞

[indieassociation-blog]

muse: The Once-ler : raxcity ↳ mun: natalie

Myers-Briggs:     ESFJ Enneagram:     3w1 ↳ stacking:     so/sx/sp Alignment:      lawful evil Kinsey Scale:     3 Hogwarts House:     hufflepuff Temperament:     sanguine Fandom:     the lorax

[omimaitl]

{ ;; raxcity }

      ❝ You do realize that you’re playing           the electric guitar ... and it’s not           plugged in, right ? ❞

[indieassociation-blog]

mun: Natalie ↳ raxcity, terraefil

Myers-Briggs:     INFP Enneagram:     9w4 ↳ stacking:     sp/sx/so Alignment:      true neutral Kinsey Scale:     3 Hogwarts House:     ravenclaw Temperament:     melancholic

[cipheriist-blog]

raxcity​ liked △

“ so, the once-ler, huh ? HAHA, weird name for a        meatsack like you if you ask me - who came           up with that ? “