#trappedlittlerat

[aboyandhisrobots]

A visit

Monroe hadn’t left his home for weeks, maybe months he didn’t know. Oliver was hanging in the lower basement with his chest and both arms completed and left leg that lay neatly on the desk. Monroe was looking through the mountains of piles of metal, shiny grey and silvers littered the floor that would never see light ever again. While the mechanic was busy building and tinkering away, Walter was looking for something to do, and that something was the infuriating squirrel bot that ran along the rails of the stairs “Come here now! You…you rodent!” None of the residents were expecting any company at all, so you would expect their surprise if they did indeed have visitors.

[trappedlittlerat-deactivated201]

"Etain!" He said it happily, always happy to see her. The fact she was in shambles registered- but not for a moment did he worry about her contaminating his bath. He could always scrub clean again later.

"Seems to have been a difficult day out. Here— the tub is large enough for two. Still pleasantly warm, I might add." He held his hands out to her, wanting nothing more then to get that blood and grime off her lovely skin.

[etainthepriestess]

She gives a little sigh of relief, glad she wouldn't be banished to wash off in the sink. Though she does rinse her hands enough to pup up her hair before stepping into the bath, gratefully taking his hands with a little smile.

"I got in a bit of a tussle with a soldier of some kind. A ranger, I think they are called? It was tiring."

It had almsot been a near thing, though she wouldn't say that to him. She sighs again, happily, as the sensation of gentle warmth envelops her body, alleviating the grimy stickiness of her body as she slides up against him.

"I am glad to be...home."

Home. She hadn't had one of those in a long time.

[unfortunatewaterson]

Andre walked up next to the woman, looking at the crudely made cross for a moment before looking to her. The shovel in his hand felt oddly heavy in that moment, but he was ready to plead his case. "Were you attached?"

Summer glanced up at the pale person that had walked up beside her, then back down at the grave. How could she best answer this question?

"I… thought I was," she said. "I knew him most of my life. But… I don’t know. Something changed. Or maybe I just didn’t really know him." She huffed slightly. "I’m sorry, I’m rambling about a dead guy, and I don’t even know who you are."

[viejovaquero]

trappedlittlerat

"You're, uh.... nose bleedin', there, kid. Might wanna mop that up."

[legiomagister]

Where have you been?

[easybeincheesy-blog1]

Cheese & Andre

What was someone so sickly looking doing around here? Curious. The man was almost as tall as Cheese, but very skinny. Did he not eat? What was wrong with him? As Cheese got closer more questions came to mind. But when he got the man's attention from approaching, Cheese found he could not speak. In fact he was a little spooked. The man reminded Cheese of something that he had seen in a comic book before...a zombie.

Cheese stopped and even took a step back. Maybe approaching wasn't such a good idea after all. "Uh..."

[legiomagister]

[frumentariusmisterfox-blog]

Lost little Rat

Vulpes stared slightly above the campfire his men had made for the night.  It was small enough to go unnoticed by most traveling parties, and from this angle, Vulpes could enjoy the beauty of the dancing flames without being dazzled by their light.  He had made the men stop for the night, despite them usually being able to travel longer.  Someone was following them.  Attempting to be stealthy, and not doing a horrible job at it, but he followed the Frumentari.  If anyone recognized the sneaking tread of another, it was Vulpes and his men. 

Melting off into the shadows himself, Vulpes ordered his men to stay vigilante but not move.  Sneaking back and around the party, he was able to come up behind the interloper and smile.  "Well, what do we have here...?"