BEING REWORKED

BEING REWORKED

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Something to enjoy. <3

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Soooo...

I might refurbish this blog into a canon character soon? Because, well...canon characters actually get activity it seems a lot easier? 

I'm thinking Data or Captain Jack Sparrow. Or maybe Monroe from Grimm?

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Reblog if I have permission to barge into your ask box and RP with you.

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If we lived together we’d: [ ] Argue [ ] Get it on once in a while [ ] Eat Ice Cream For Breakfast [ ] Watch movies late at night [ ] Prank Call People [ ] Pranks each other [ ] Cuddle [ ] Party [ ] We’d Never Live In The Same House [ ] Shop [ ] Play games [ ]...

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+ imyourblueberrymuffin started following you!

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Hank returned the smile, waving to her lightly as he took the measure of Della. “I believe not, no.” He offered a warm paw to her, though making sure to be as passive as possible with the movement, knowing the paws sometimes unnerved people. “Henry McCoy. You can call me Hank if you like.”

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Adella didn't seem put off by the paws for a second, giving a petite hand of her own and smiling at the soft texture of the padding. She had always been most comfortable around the unusual, it was the normal looking people that set her to anxious antics. For so many reasons.

"Adella Danahar, it's nice to meet you, Hank." she would tilt her head a bit to the side, pondering.

"You look a bit like an old acquaintance of mine." it was clearly a pleasant comparison, her tone and face oddly relaxed.

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Last minute feedback?

I've just finished this one for an OC contest on DA. But I might want to make a few last minute changes first. Any feedback? I was kind of winging it and trying a lot of new things, so comments would be greatly appreciated. :/

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+ Ina-the-curious started to follow you.

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Ina blinked in curiosity. She hadn’t come across too many people who’s first questions weren’t 'Where are your mom and Dad?' or 'Why're you all alone?'. It caught her off guard. 

She nodded her head, though. The lady was friendly, but seemed to be a little confused, too. 

"I-is this t-the way to.. t-to Marker S-street?"

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That stutter. The nervous ticks. She knew them all so well. 

"No, you're not going the right way. I know where it is, though, would you like me to walk with you? I'm Adella, what's your name?" she wanted nothing more than to take the girl by the hand. To get her back to her guardian, or at least make sure she was safe if she had none. Adella had a good feeling this child was alone. As she had been. But she wouldn't force her help on anyone. She knew all too well that children, especially those on the streets, were anything but. 

I've been where you are, she thought, biting her lower lip with worry strewn across her face. 

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+ Ina-the-curious started to follow you.

"Hey there." Adella gave a friendly smile, something about the girl before her was very familiar. Almost too familiar. It made Adella turn her full attention to her. 

"Are you alright?" she found herself asking, face patient and open, ready to listen. 

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+ imyourblueberrymuffin started following you!

Blue fur? Well that was familiar, though the rest of him was a very different shape from the blue elf she had met those years before. Still, she didn't feel as if he was particularly hostile, so she would give a smile. 

"I don't believe we've met." 

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It was a pleasant enough evening, if you didn't count the chill breeze kicking up occasionally. Adella didn't mind, she just paused from her walk home to close the coat tighter. That was, until she felt something. A presence behind her. It made her pause, a chill up her spine that had nothing to do with the wind. She turned to face it, the man behind her. 

"And who, might you be?" 

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+ themaskedmercenary started following you.

"Oh, hello there!" Adella had nearly run right into the man in question, since he was standing so close to the exit of the burlesque theater she worked in. He didn't look familiar, but she gave a friendly smile,

"Are you waiting for someone inside?" she ventured to ask, still feeling a bit sociable so soon after her time on stage. 

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Nothing for little old me?

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(I don’t mind at all. (:)

When Daenerys sees the woman, her first reaction is sympathy. Though she tries to hide it, she does have, as Ser Jorah had always told her, a “gentle heart”. And this woman looks very sickly. Daenerys’s next reaction, however, is one of shock and…terror. Though she would never admit to the last. The woman’s eyes are black. Daenerys has seen many things. She is the Mother of Dragons, after all. And her life is anything but uneventful. But she had never met anyone with black eyes before. However, she quickly realizes that the eyes could be a result of whatever disease the woman has and quickly manages to put a smile back on her face.

"Yes, I am." She replies, speaking as…well…as a mother would speak to a child. Daenerys will never have children. The only children she will ever have are her dragons and her people. So she should at least take advantage of the opportunity. Her carefully neutral expression turns to one of concern as she asks: "May I help you in any way…my lady?" As the woman had not replied with her name, Daenerys is not sure how to address her. Though the woman looks like a peasant and peasants are not normally addressed in such a formal way, Daenerys feels it is more polite than simply not calling the woman anything.

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((Okay, cool! ^_^ ))

She seemed taken aback by the title. Lady? She certainly had not been called that. Many things, but not that. 

"I have had many names," she confessed, right hand idly coming up to dig nails into her left arm, a nervous tick, "but you may call me Adella, if it please." the woman seemed kind enough, but Adella's eyes remained on the ground out of habit. At the notion of help her brow furrowed in confusion, eyes darting to Daenerys's face as if uncertain of what she had heard. As quickly as they rose they dropped back to her bare feet, which shuffled uncomfortably. 

"People do not help me," she began, but then seemed to lose track of what she was saying as a stray breeze picked up around them, swirling a bit of dust as it went by. 

"I help them." she did look up then, not seeming to look at Deanerys, but almost as if looking through her. 

"You shouldn't be here. The Whites are walking again in the north. Terrible things, are about to happen." the statement was very nervous, though deliberate, as eyes seemed to draw back, no longer looking through her, but simply looking. 

"She has the wrong royalty. The seven will fall." she shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, hands coming up to grip her head as if what she saw was too terrible to witness. Another stray breeze, and she seemed to relax, arms drifting down to hug herself. 

"The men are all so stupid. They're ruining everything." 

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Daenerys had been taking a walk through the streets of Mereen, accompanied by her guards. Though she had wanted to go alone, they had insisted on accompanying her. In the end, she had agreed. It couldn’t hurt to have people willing to protect her. Just in case something happened. 

Though Dany preferred to think her people would never hurt her. She was their mother, after all. She had broken their chains. But she knew that she was not mother to all of them. Not to the nobles. And some of them might want to hurt her. 

But she knew that she was safe with her guards around. So she was walking through the streets, saying hello to her people. She wants to get to know them. She does not just want to sit on her throne and be removed from them. She wants to be their friend, their mother. So she finds herself faced with a new person. “Hello.” She says politely. “May I ask your name?”

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((It says open, and I happened to stumble onto this, I hope you don't mind my responding?)) 

The girl in question didn't exactly fit into the city. Her skin was too pale, almost sickly so, a mess of dark black curls surrounding her head. She was so small, if not for the off-white dress hugging her curves she could have easily been mistaken for a child standing at barely four foot six. She had been standing rather stubbornly, facing the fallen wall of a house that had long been abandoned, when the new queen and her guards had approached. Had spoken to her. Black eyes turned to the voice, bags beneath them indicating how little sleep she had gotten in the last several days. She seemed to consider the fair haired woman before her with a twitch of her head. 

"Are you speaking...to me?" the voice was so small, wrapped in uncertainty, eyes darting between the various guards. She was like a mouse, and by all appearances and the way her small form trembled, she very much desired to disappear into a hiding hole. Then again, what nameless peasant wouldn't want to disappear, in such a war-torn world? Her name was anything but important, which by all rights meant she may as well have none. 

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Starter for Originalbamfster

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"If you are lucky and you behave yourselves, I may return you to your misbegotten master.” Kurt says, his voice hard, his chin tipped up. His entire body language is almost alien to him, one of absolute certainty in his superiority; there’s no swashbuckling impish elf here, replaced instead by a man imperious in judgement and unrelenting in gaze. His attention sweeps out over the darkness as if he can see each and every one of the demons within it.

"However, if you do not cooperate, by the power of the Lord God, Creator and Almighty Governer of all that Is, I will unmake you. Do you fear death, I wonder? Because I assure you, you can cease to be, and I can do it.” Maybe he’s bluffing. Maybe he isn’t. With the hardness to his expression, it’s almost impossible to tell. Kurt flicks his eyes towards Adella. “Danke, liebchen. Now, I wonder, do  you think they will tell us how they got to be here, or shall I have to take them apart bit by infernal bit? I do so hate the mess.”

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Well, he seemed confident enough. 

"I would listen, if I were you." the friendly smile Adella gave was in no way reassuring. 

"You wouldn't-" the first demon hissed, but the smallest of the lot was quick to interrupt. 

"We slipped through!" it gasped, looking at the blood stained wall where Adella had just finished her banishing circle. It licked it's dry lips with a tongue that had five ends,

"There! It was just supposed to be a sacrifice, but it ripped a small enough whole for us to slip through! I heard a name. I'll give it if you let me go. Please don't send me back!" It was so tiny, so pathetic. But not pathetic enough to warrant actual sympathy. 

"Give us the name you heard, and my friend here won't deconstruct you. You're already so small, do you even have a name?" she chided, following his lead in attitude. The demon seemed to consider, but at Kurt's very next movement flinched.

"Yessss! Okay! Hellfire. I hear them speak Hellfire. That is all I know!" the other demons were none too pleased with the smallest squealing, perhaps because they wished to do it first. 

"Is that all we need them for?" she would ask of Kurt, prepared to press the slice in her hand to the circle to activate it. 

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One Good Trick Deserves Another

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Stopping, John smiled to himself before turning around. Exactly what he wanted. Truthfully, John didn’t know if there were in fact several other things going bump in the night. All that was on his mind was this girl. For whatever reason, she had a little bad something in herself, and what it was is still a mystery to him. Not only that, she can play out to be an asset. Bargaining chip, or extra firepower in the case of things getting sticky.

With a mock bow, John extended his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner, “Of course, I’d like to accompany you, luv.” At the mention of compensation, John’s mind whirred into action. Surely, if she was offering a reward of some kind, it had to mean she had something valuable. How many things, he may still have yet to find out.

"Tell me, Adella, How does one like you get inta’ this sorta’ dirty rubbish?"

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Poor Adella really wasn't hard to goad on, accepting his offer. Besides, he was kind of charming. In that hint of dangerous, I really shouldn't be talking to you sort of way. Her nose wrinkled at the mention of their very task. Dirty. What an appropriate word for it. 

"I don't have much choice," she confessed, "I guess you could say it's in my blood. My apartment isn't far, I have a few things to pick up." she would point ahead. Most girls might be concerned, bringing a strange sorcerer home with them, but she didn't seem to give it a second thought. Focus on the job at hand.

"And what about you, John? From the way you spoke earlier, one would assume there's something in all this for you." Out for himself. To a certain extent, but just how much, she was curious? 

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Actually going to bed now. legit. X_X screen is hurting my head. Night everyone.