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[iamthesignless]

@redblcdes

The Neophyte is taken out from the focused trance she found herself in – Having been distracted as she got lost in her thoughts, getting lost in the scenery in front of her.

Thinking. Always thinking.

Turning her attention toward the one who snapped her from her thoughts, giving a blink with a soft gasp. Quickly she turns fully around to face him, “What are you doing here?” came her reply in a rushed, low tone.

“Well that depends what you mean by the question,” his retort came, a hint of sarcasm dripping from hind tongue. “If you mean what exactly I’m doing here, maybe I just wanted to visit my favorite legislacerator, one that doesn’t draw attention to the mutant in the populated area. So not you,” he said, a mischievous grin crossing his features.

“But if you’re asking why specifically me,” he continued, “Well.. mother is sick, my dearest doesn’t like the city, and my brother stands out even more than I do,” Kyrsan finished as he reached out to muss up the teal bloods hair.

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Redglare smiled as he would begin, growing rather amused at his enthusiasm and his… Choice of phrasing. She’d expect this to be an alien thing, but the other boy she met did not talk much this way - but he did speak rather entertainingly as well.

Roxy… That was a new name. She’d have to remember that. She’d love to meet the one who finished off The Condesce and give her her sincerest gratitude and pride.

Redglare would be unable to stop the lowly chuckle that burbles from her throat like a cool stream of water. What a delight this one was. He certainly managed to soften the edges of The Neophyte rather quickly.

His question is met with a hum, fingers drumming along her cane as she looks around their surroundings. “That is a question I don’t have a positive answer to. It’s.. Interesting. I remember my passing day, and it felt as if I were in an odd slumber – for how long, I don’t know. I just remember the darkness. And then, suddenly I was surrounded by color – brightness. And I found myself back in my usual place of residency, but it wasn’t the same – it was all.. Dream like. Like now, for example,” Redglare would explain, her eyes falling back to Jake.

“I do not know what happened, but I can only assume with the correlation of events, the defeat of The Condesce had something to do with this.”

Her somber expression is replicated by his, though it’s born of curiosity. As she speaks, he looks rather bemused. Well, that’s a rather hazy explanation. But he can pick out a few things: Sleep. Dream. Confusion. 

She’s dead.

A frown tugs at his features as the conclusion comes to him. Why he was so surprised, he doesn’t know. They are in a dreambubble, after all. But her eyes are shielded away from his view, so the whites could not be used to deduce life or death. Perhaps that’s why he gave the benefit of the doubt. After all, who would want a kind person, such as herself, dead?

Not only that, but the implication that her death was tied to something his friends did is just the final nail in the coffin for his good mood. Did... they kill her? Is she really dead because his friends and relatives played a shitty game? Guilt hits him like a wave as he takes a small step back, visibly reeling from the revelation.

Jake has never been one to habour tact. In fact, he is quite possibly the antonym of tact. So, when he speaks up, he just... voices all these things without a care in the world. “You’re dead?! Like... dead? Dead-dead? Kicked the bucket? Pushed up -- !” His eyes widen. “Oh, wait, I can’t say bucket around trolls. Oh, crap, I did it again! Sorry.” That went off the rails impressively fast.

Clearing his throat, he tries again. “So we... like... killed you? Is that it?” His voice cracks at the end, as though he’s threatening tears. He’s not -- at least, not yet -- but his body still decides to show his emotions, regardless of how hard he wants to hide them. “We -- I -- Crudmuffin... On behalf of all of us, I’m terribly sorry to hear that.”

[wouldhope]

John and Redglare interact but it’s just “wow terezi never told me her mom was a milf”

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of mannerisms .

BOLD   –   ALWAYS  ⁄  OFTEN | italic   –   sometimes.

01. smoking:  the action or habit of inhaling & exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 02. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 03. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 04. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension. 05. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension. 06. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 07. early bird:  a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 08. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism. 09. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence. 10. swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. foot & finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress / impatience. 15. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance. 23. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity. 24. throat–clearing: a common body language sign of rejection / doubt. 25. jaw–clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26. eye–rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27. head–tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth: usually to a tune. 29. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self–importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35. quick–witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively. 36. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly. 38. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40. travel–sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46. neat–freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47. gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49. abbreviating: giving others nicknames / shortening names / giving pet names. 50. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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CONT || @redblcdes​​

     "What is this hostility?”

The Neophyte is not mistaken—not entirely. The one stood before her indeed bears the countenance of the Handmaid, though none of that ferocity in her demeanor. Here in the legislator’s office, she looks... dwarfed, almost. Amidst Redglare’s organized chaos, this troll is... disheveled, dressed in holey garments and a cloak layered in dust.

The halls of the Legislaceratorial Offices are quiet, outside of this room. But still, the Handmaid lowers her voice, steps nearer... though not too near. She recognizes the defensiveness in Redglare’s stance and knows better than to let one of her own kind feel cornered.

     “Though my isolation is self-imposed, my ignorance of the movement at large is only to my detriment. I come as an ally seeking knowledge... and know of no others to turn to. What of him, Lady Redglare? Nothing has reached my caves but silence.”

[cutwwater]

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Redglare made no movement as he took a couple steps toward her. She continued to stand tall, not moving an inch… Aside ghostly eyes squinting slightly behind her glasses.

Ah, so he knows her? He bares very close resemblance to Dualscar, but, she knows that fish prince. This isn’t him. At least, not entirely. Perhaps one of their alleged descendants? It has to be. She was told of the existence of their descendants by one of the humans she had found herself crossing paths with. Being told the stories of their ventures and recreation of planets. But, the white of his eyes. This one didn’t make it. Unfortunate.

“You would be correct in your allegation. I’m am the Neophyte Redglare,” she’d state rather proudly, shifting her position to fully face him, redigging her cane in the sand next to her as she grips it. Her head held high, continuing to stare down at the young violet.

“And you must be an Ampora, are you not?”

her presence is commanding.  everything from the way she carries herself to her manner of speech leaves him so riveted that he forgets his purpose out there in the sand.  even so, there’s no time to simply stand around in awe, not when there’s impressions to be made. 

“ eridan ampora, ”  he announces with certain, and soon, wavering confidence. 

the implications of their legendary ancestors being here, as ghosts among those of countless session players, are weighing heavily on his chest.  he hesitates and wracks himself for understanding, feeling excessively burdened by her very significance and his inability, in death, to make any valuable use of it. 

and if his ancestor is here among them, whether or not it means anything now, he has to know. 

the prince’s lifeless eyes bore holes through those glossy red lenses, and with new conviction, he demands,  “ what of the rest ‘a you? ” 

[iamthesignless]

@redblcdes

It was just them yet again. Far out from the inner city, safely away from any patrolling drones. Of any other officials daring to be on the look out for them.

It was a safe place. But, for how long? They didn’t know. It was always a moment of running. No place was safe for long.

But, Talula hoped they could keep this for as long as possible. The view was spectacular.

Hands are held behind her back as she and Kyrsan stared out in the distance. Just the two of them alone, a moment of peace. How Talula cherished every one.

She wasn’t very well adjusted to the other’s quite yet. And she’s tried, but... She can come off rigid. At least, to everyone but him.

It was a moment of silence, the two just enjoying the scenery and the company. A moment of peace and quiet. It always was.

But, there was a shift.

Talula felt his arm move, snaking around her waist as he brought her closer. That alone caused the cool visage of the Neophyte to slip, eyes widening as heat rushed to her cheeks, a hand rose to rest on his chest as if to push him away. As if she would. She was ready to protest, asking what’s gotten into him as she felt her heart racing in her chest.

But she’d never get the words out when his lips met hers.

Soft and gentle.

She’s, truthfully, never been kissed before. Never been held so intimately. She felt her heart beat heavily, her face bloomed a deep teal as her eyes were wide in shock. Her body tense, frozen.

But, a hand moves, resting against his cheek as her eyes flutter closed. Returning the kiss meekly, gentle. Unsure.

But she soon melted right in his hold on her. For the first time the cold Redglare thawed into the soft, meek Talula

For a long time, Kyrsan had been simply watching Talula staring over the landscape. Seeing her made his pusher hurt in ways he couldn’t explain.

After a few more moments he takes a place beside her, and places his hand on her shoulder. As he shared in her view he wondered if perhaps she wasn’t coming to terms with death.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not this soon. Not at all, he thinks to himself as he stands next to the newly deceased legislacerator.

He had tried to introduce her to the rest of his family that was residing in the afterlife, but it wasn’t going well. All things considered, he knows that it wouldn’t be easy.

His hand drops down to her waist, almost of it’s own accord and as he pulls her in he knows that there are only two outcomes from his next action.

Kyrsan’s lips press against hers, certainly a chaste kiss, but one full of meaning and affection and all the love he carried for Talula in particular. He other hand wraps around and holds her even closer, and as he felt her returning the kiss he knew that he was making the right decision.

As Kyrsan pulls away, his cheeks are a faint red hue and he gives a soft smile to Redglare before pressing his forehead against hers.

[iamthesignless]

Wild Things

(Starter for @redblcdes)

In a forest clearing, periodically illuminated through the dancing shadows of firelight stood a young man. Clear to any observers that he was in the midst of an impassioned speech as sweat dripped from his curls.

“Some wanna live in earshot of the church bells, I wanna win souls near gunshots in the worst hell,” the preacher said, gesturing towards the assembled crowd.

He continued on like this for quite some time, until the sky had begun lightening. At that point he took to walking through the crowd, greeting everyone who stopped to talk to him.

“You’re a new face. I’m Kyrsan,” he said to the stranger in odd shades in front of him.