#rp8

[neroziehe]

I had a little help

Over the next few days, things passed by at a steady pace. Rose and phillip were back and forth to the lodge as they tried get to grips with what the damage was. Often arriving back late and lacking their usual upbeat energy. It was clear the path back to normality was going to be a ,ong and arduse journey.

Nero stayed home as much as he could, entertaining winnie with different activities. Showing her the hives and how he cares for them, pruning the dead branches from the apple trees. When they weren't outside, they sat on the kitchen cutting apples, bottling honey and petting the ever present taylor.

Nero had expected more questions about his family, or his choice to hide his true class. But they ever came. Winnie asked about cecil, or about the house and his bees. But never tries to pry into his family. Each day that passed the admiration in his chest blossomed into something more. He could sit with her in silence for over an hour without it being uncomfortable. It just felt peaceful.

So after a whole week had passed, nero decided it was time to make his intentions clear.

Winnie was sat at the kitchen table, feeding edgar seeds from the now permenant bowl of mix. Nero smirked to himself as he cleared his throat from behind, drawing her attention. He was wearing a suit. Form fitting, blue pin strip, Italian cut suit.

" I hope you dont have dinner plans?" He beamed at her

[winniepoe]

I Need a Little Help...

The plan couldn’t have been woven together any more tightly. Helena and Marta had taken their first couple of days in the little down of Harvent to acclimate themselves to the rather humble accommodations they’d sought out for themselves; a two-bedroom loft, overlooking the main stretch of the modest downtown. The landlord did’t ask too many questions once he received their deposit... And Helena quickly saw why. The walls were thin, the carpets stained with things long past but left behind, and the refrigerator was a joke.

The day they were to enact their little plan to run into Winnie was the day before the farmer’s market. Marta, over her period of intel-gathering, that Winnie had started accompanying him to the pre-market supplies-gathering. Jars, lids, whatever he needed. That sunny July day, a rare one in this part of the country, Helena waited until that perfect mid-day hour to give Marta the nudge. Time to go.

Helena herself slipped out of the cramped, musty loft and out into the open air of the street. She began wandering the streets, eyes wide and silently darting around with her lips gaping with unspoken words.

Helena could tell anyon the names of the businesses all down the street. But, that wasn’t the aim of this mission.

[fimbry]

Goodness gracious I love having baby snakes around again!

Python brongersmai

[octowussabi]

@sunshinelulusplatoon

The day had finally come.

It was 5:45pm. Pansy and Sabi were both patiently waiting for Lulu’s arrival, hanging out just outside the door to Sabi’s house. He’d put a little more effort into dressing himself this evening, wearing a blue long-sleeved flannel shirt instead of his usual comfy hood. He looked tense. Pansy, on the other hand, looked raring to go, though had similarly dressed in her tidiest coat and packed a satchel with the evidence she’d managed to dig up. Very few words passed between them.

“Stand up straight, hon. You have just as much right to be the emperor too, you know.”

“I don’t know about that, but…” Sabi tries to straighten up, brushing himself down (for the thirteenth time that afternoon). They go silent again.

[splattales]

@grandpacephalopods-rp

Thumbing through the messages on her shellphone, Molly leaned forward on the park bench she was sitting on. Around her, stalls had been set up, lined with all kinds of enticing foods, games, and even souvenirs. Jellyfish, Inklings, and any number of other species were all ambling around to gawk at these stands, waiting for nightfall for a firework show to begin. The hubbub and bustle in this area was because of a ‘Splatfest Fair’—a kind of event held the week before the Splatfest itself actually commenced, the theme this time being Seacraft Vs. Spacecraft. Naturally, Molly was on team Spacecraft, but she wasn’t wearing her loaned shirt for the festival. None of her immediate friends had wanted to go to the ‘fest-fair, Vivian claiming it was for little squidkids, and so she’d almost considered not going . . . but had remembered her promise to Max. She’d told him she’d let him know if there were any events occurring around Inkopolis and, well, this was an event. In fact, it was the first one she’d been to in awhile. Part of her was still concerned she’d bump into someone she knew, but it looked like a whole lot of people were turning up, so if she did, surely they’d be easy to lose in the crowd? And, if she was with someone else, she’d have easy excuses to get away . . .

She’d invited Max – and by extension, Sam – to meet her at the Fair around 6pm, specifically on the bench near the northern entrance to the park. The pink squid had made sure she was there waaayy ahead of time, not really having much else to do. However, the suggested time was now creeping closer, and from the messages she’d received, it looked like they were on their way, at least.

[hifigear]

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[khanstartrekrp]

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Noonien couldn’t contain himself, he was about to stand and protest- but she stopped him- she was their queen, and he had to know his place. The plans for further Earth domination would cause the unnecessary loss of so many lives- how could Vega accept such a plan coming from Otto? Well...she was the one who convinced the augments showing mercy would eventually cause their own destruction- convinced that the Earth should belong to them- He just looked down, clenching his jaw in frustration- apparently, yes, they considered those “unnecessary losses” quite necessary- despite not agreeing...he was loyal to his kin, he was in no place to stop them. Maybe Vega was right, maybe he was getting too soft after tasting freedom-maybe she was right, but still... He took his hand to his chin, to prevent his teeth from gritting- a world where humans and augments could live together, in peace, for days he believed that was possible, but the world insisted to show him the opposite- instead of surrendering the humans had chosen war, and now they had lost it to their own creations...so ironic- still, all that destruction...there was something about it that bothered him, he couldn’t lie to himself. Probably it would be one of those days Vega would call him in private to repeat the same old speech, since his frustration was so clear, he knew he was powerful and very useful to the group, but at this point, he also looked the loose gear, the failing lamp- one of the very few who still protested against offensive battles and territorial expansion- he knew eventually augments would end up fighting for territory if things continued so immersed in hate- was it really necessary to take over the nations augments still didn’t rule? Why not just...leave the humans alone? Why more pain? More blood? Otto was finishing his briefing, but Noonien’s mind seemed so far away.

@sxbaist