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It's a busy day in Zone 3, and for that Zeke is thankful. It's much easier to hide in plain sight when you can simply move with the crowds. It's been a lot harder to find who he's looking for with all the other elsens milling around, though, so he's relieved to spot Rel; the longer he hangs around anywhere, the more likely he is to get caught. He slips out of the crowd to speak to them. "I'm r-running low on sugar. I've got much more to tell you if you're willing to share."
Relâs back straightened in surprise upon hearing the voice, having zoned out a little. With nobody to talk to, they often waited around the factory for their shift to start and daydream.
They cracked a grin when they realized it wasâŠ. erâŠ. the fact man, again. They had a few hours to kill, how convenient.
âThought I wouldnât see you again! Câmon, Iâve got sugar.â They gestured for Zeke to follow them, making their way towards their housing unit. Having been burned, they were housed a little ways out from the other Elsen, but still within shouting distance⊠sort of.
leftoverseer
Yep, thatâs a definite line right there. Clive may have shit self-preservation but he doesnât have a legitimate death wish, so faced with a exceptionally pissed off half burnt he fell back on his instincts. His instinct to kick his foot up into the other elsens crotch. Hard. Doesnât matter what they have, or used to have in this case maybe, heâs a worker with standard issue capped boots that just impacted into the pelvic bone, that should h u r t.
If Cliveâs instincts hadnât kicked in so quickly, things would have gotten messy, Rel would have gone to town tearing him up - instead, they fell to the ground with a surprised and pained screech, landing on their side.
Somehow, despite everywhere else burned having been toughened and virtually unfeelling, being hoofed directly in the crotch was AGONY.
They curled up into a fetal position, teeth grit and eyes screwed shut. Clearly they had no intention of getting up and chasing a certain asshole that may run away. All they could do now was lay there and feel sorry for themselves.
leftoverseer
A muscle in his cheek twitched, the deep feeling of the bruise spiked and his grin pulled up at the side, barring dark gums as well as crooked teeth. âWell,â he borderline laughed, âthat must be something youâre actually an authority on right? I mean,â he took a stride forward towards the guard âwell, your deal. D'you get like thisâ he gestured loosely up at down âby being reported?â Clive felt like he was treading a thin line between calling bluffs and provoking them even more. It was probably time to wind downâŠ
Now,Rel had a response for that. Despite burning they were useful which only proved just how much of an asset they were,in some kind of sense. They could have spit that bac and then dragged Cliveâs sorry ass to the grinder. Their chest tightened and their teeth grit as rage welled up more and more with each word Clive spoke.
Reasoning and logic were gone.
An animalistic roar tore from Relâs throat as they charged at Clive, hand drawn back and claws at the ready to end the other elsenâs life should they be given even half the chance.
aethereus-archangel
An AngÍelÌ· Ìž âŠÌ¶WÍḩaÍt ÌšarÌšȩ Íy̧oÌuÍ ?
âAn Elsen - Iâ not familiar with âangelsâ. What exactly do you do, whatâs your purpose?â
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Clive barely managed to not roll his eyes. âOh, wow a height crack. Did it hurt to come up witg that one?â He snarked, his hand still lingering on the injured skin on his face.
âAnd Iâm terrified, totally.â
Rel clacked their jaws together, having to force themselves to not head charge Clive. Theyâd just make it worse for themselves if they barrelled directly into the wall. They did however take a few steps closer, flexing their hands, a low growl rumbling from their throat.
âYou must be some kind of faulty elsen if you provoke fights. That should be reported.â
((sorry for inactivity! I kinda forgot about this blog,stuff got hectic))
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âWhat are you exactly?â
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Rel frowned, tilting their head to the side a the stranger stood not so far away from them. What was she? She has a similar structure to elsen - ones that hadnât burned anyway - but clearly wasnât an elsen.
Curiosity won over their caution as they approached, not even bothering to introduce themselves before opening their mouth.
ââScuse me, what are you? Youâre weird looking.â
Nikolai wandered into the bright green room, her glowing blue eyes darting around with a child-like curiousness, despite the trepidation swirling in her gut. What was this place, she thought, and where in the Hell am I? Her shaky hands met her tie and began squeezing it. Damn nervous habit. She paused, however, when she stood before a towering pile of white substance. It smelled sweet. âSugarâŠ?â she whispered to herself, kneeling down before grabbing a few grains between her index finger and thumb. She examined it closer, feeling the abrupt temptation to lick the sweetness from her fingers, when suddenly an irate voice caused her to jump and whip around. Niko felt her heart sink to her already knotting stomach at the sight of this strange individual. âI-I, uhh..!â she stammered, âI-Iâm sorry. I think Iâm a lilâ l-lost.â
âReal bad at answering questions, too ,apparently.â Rel grunted, not pleased that they didnât get an answer. They raised an eyebrow,lifting a hand to gesture at Niko. âYou must be lost. Not many people are stupid enough to walk into the sugar hoards. Youâre lucky Iâm off duty.â
Rel folded their arms, studying this stranger with her odd, glowy eyes. âEating sugar from the hoards and vaults without permission is an offence punishable by death, by the way. Want to explain why youâre here? Is that a question you can answer? Since the last one was so hard for you.
@leftoverseer:
Something in Clive, when he woke up this morning tense from the recent never ending stream of bullshit mixed with a near complete lack of anything interesting, had him looking at this partially burn, feral looking guard and thinking: Yeah, youâll do.
Clive cleared his throat before playing coy. âOh, Iâm sorry would you rather I went âgreetings and salutations on this fine day we have upon us, pray tell what have you been up toâ,â he looked Rel straight in the eye before he finished, âFuckhandsâ
As if Cliveâs sarcastic spiel wasnât enough to annoy Rel, he just had to be that asshole. Their hands curled into fists, and before they even registered what theyâd done, they swung their fist directly at Clive, aiming to ciock him n the jaw.
Thankfully, not at full power - they werenât trying to kill the guy.
Clive hit the wall hard, having turned around just enough that he avoided a broken jaw or missing teeth but the force of the punch scratching into his cheek was enough to knock him off balance.
He felt like heâd been stuck in a hot room and finally a window had been cracked open. Maybe its odd to feel better after being punched? Fuck it, he ainât about to think too hard on that, thank you very much.
âIâm kinda disappointed, Iâve been hit harder by a drunk asshole at game night.â He smirked up at Rel, rubbing the back of his hand over the quickly forming black bruise. âYouâre being downgraded from Fuckhands.â
Rel watched Clive hit the wall,for a second concerned theyâd lashed out and killed the guy. It didnât take long until they decided they hadnât hit him hard enough.Â
âYou want to die?â They snapped, hunching their shoulders and baring their teeth. It was taking altogether too much energy to not just wail on this douchebag. They figured Clive was doing this on purpose, and Rel could only wonder why.
âCall me that again and I wont hold back, half pint.â
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Question about shipping with Rel, is there any reason you've made them so hard to ship with? I think our characters would go well together but I'm scared to interact if I'll just get rejected...
((I... donât rp/interact purely for a shippy outcome. Iâm down with interacting, whoever you may be, but if your only intention is to ship then I wouldnât be interested. Relâs âhard to ship withâ because they donât really care about relationships.
Theyâd rather focus on not burning again, and considering the fact they kill and eat other elsen on a regular basis for work, theyâre avoidant of relationships in case they have to, yknow, murder and cannibliaze,or at the very least beat up, whoever it is theyâre in a relationship with.
That, and Iâm not that interested in shipping. Rel doesnât come off as easy to be around when I write them, nor are they affectionate.Plus, they only spared Zeke because they could get stuff out of him, not out of any good feels. If Zeke had said something they knew they WOULD have attacked.
They only keep people around if they find use in them outside of work,otherwise people are just passing conversation and entertainment. Would you  want to be in a relationship with someone like that?
Sorry if you only wanted to ship, anon, but honestly a relationship with Rel would be a miserable one!))
@the-cryptix
Rel frowned, tilting their head to the side a the stranger stood not so far away from them. What was she? She has a similar structure to elsen - ones that hadnât burned anyway - but clearly wasnât an elsen.
Curiosity won over their caution as they approached, not even bothering to introduce themselves before opening their mouth.
ââScuse me, what are you? Youâre weird looking.â
((Like this post for a starter? Or send an IM if you want more plot o: ))
âI got bonus sugar today for a job well done and I couldnât be happier if I tried.â
@leftoverseer:
Something in Clive, when he woke up this morning tense from the recent never ending stream of bullshit mixed with a near complete lack of anything interesting, had him looking at this partially burn, feral looking guard and thinking: Yeah, youâll do.
Clive cleared his throat before playing coy. âOh, Iâm sorry would you rather I went âgreetings and salutations on this fine day we have upon us, pray tell what have you been up toâ,â he looked Rel straight in the eye before he finished, âFuckhandsâ
As if Cliveâs sarcastic spiel wasnât enough to annoy Rel, he just had to be that asshole. Their hands curled into fists, and before they even registered what theyâd done, they swung their fist directly at Clive, aiming to ciock him n the jaw.
Thankfully, not at full power - they werenât trying to kill the guy.
Sup Fuckhands
âSay that again, I dare you.â