#sustray

[ribellaione]

sustray said: we can still see you, kitty

  better to be seen than tossed aside.

[liketorchwork]

❛ You're not gonna get all... /Festive/ at the pub, are you ? A bunch of flashing red-and-green lights might attract annoying kids. ❜

          “It’s a delicate situation, honestly. There’s no way I’d be able to stomach all that festive crap… But if we don’t have something, people will assume we’re a bunch of holiday killjoys. … Which, you know– not that far from the truth, but that still might affect business somewhat.“

[fourcards]

          ONE HAND WAVES UPON SIGHT, having easily tracked down the fellow thief she had been hoping to bump into since those invitations. ❝ Ohoho. I found you. Playing hard to get and find... I like it, ❞ she teases gently, all before pausing in front of emerald. ❝ Oh, but please don’t worry. I actually have something to ask. ❞ simple enough, offering a bright smile at her.

          ❝ You don’t have anyone to go to that Halloween party with yet, do you? Usually I would say I would steal you away, but I’m not so tactless to steal a taken woman. ❞ even with a broken pride, she still had some decency to her in the things she would take. ❝ If you don’t, what about going as a date with... me! ❞

                                                          「 @sustray 」

[featherstormed]

@sustray || s.c.

      SHE’S ALWAYS ON GUARD -- but this strange place keeps her more so. it isn’t anything like the home she’d known for so long && the magic doesn’t flow like she’s used to -- how can anyone even live like that ? she feels someone approaching -- her feathers bristling up before she swings around, wing splayed as it twists with her body.

       ❝ if you’re trying to steal from me, you’re going to have to try better than that. besides, it’d be your loss -- i don’t have anything. except a nice, sharp feather. ❞

      she couldn’t exactly use her feathers -- but this person didn’t need to know that.

[liketorchwork]

     // @sustray​

     What an unpleasant sight to behold: one of Cinder Fall’s teenage lapdogs, here on the island. That insufferable woman’s smugness hasn’t plagued Spirale yet, but Roman distinctly remembers how that smug attitude was rubbing off on those delinquent kids. Getting even a small reminder of that woman was enough to sour Roman’s mood. But before that spiteful feeling could settle in, a thought crosses the criminal’s mind.

          Those kids aren’t on Cinder’s leash here.

     How exactly would either of them fare without that woman leading the way? The idea was... interesting, to say the least. So rather than give Emerald a scornful greeting on Cinder’s behalf, Torchwick starts off with a smile. A cocky, untouchable smile as his cane taps along the ground, giving away his position before he even speaks up.

          “Well, well, well. It’s about time one of the kids came to visit.“

[liketorchwork]

     // @sustray​  |  Optimization  |  Teamwork Makes the Steam Work

          “Uh-- are you trying to get caught??” Roman’s not gonna let all this progress go to waste cause of her slip up! They’re over halfway done with this little quest, yet she’s starting to get sloppy. Granted, the steam and heat in this place is pretty killer... Even with his white coat taken off before the start of this job, Roman’s got a decent sweat building up. His handkerchief can only swab up so much, so they better wrap this up faster before this gets out of hand.

          ”I told ya to space out the gimmicky illusions-- now look at ya.” Seems like the brat thought she could fall back on her Semblance any time one of those creepy androids got close, but she’s really pushed her luck by doing so. Roman leaned more over the railing to get a better look at his temporary partner from the next floor down, the next stage of his plan ready to go.

          ”Alright, listen. The three bots up ahead? I’m pretty sure they’re gonna go up to this level in a bit. When they do, slip on over to the next valve down there-- got it? I’ll manage up here... And you better not trip up on me-- I didn’t bring my Scroll over, so I won’t be able to get pictures.”

[isolaradiale]

it's been a hot minute, but i'd love to reapp emerald sustrai of rwby if i could! everything is the same, app is under /app, and you can contact me on twitter @seelpheed!!

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 407!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

--Mod Lyra

[liketorchwork]

     // @sustray​  |  Last Minute Swap!!

     Just when he thought his lucky streak would hold out... Torchwick had been able to avoid swapping bodies through sheer luck. Maybe the powers that be understood that not just anyone could handle his magnificent good looks and charm? Well, clearly that wasn’t the case anymore. For the past two days, a certain annoying someone has taken the pilot’s seat in his very body! And just who was he unlucky enough to swap with?

          ”-- You’re late.”

     Of course it would be the illusion brat! That very brat was now stumbling into Stingy Jack’s, ten minutes later than Roman said to be here. Fingers moved to pinch his-- her(?) bridge of the nose as a sigh of annoyance followed, eyes briefly closed before he moved away from one of the tables.

          “Roman Torchwick doesn’t show up late for business-- what kept you busy?”