Green with Envy

@extinguishthelight

“It wasn’t fate, it’s not divine.”

extinguishthelight

“No, it’s not. I have seen the divine and it is vastly overrated. The gods are even pettier than mortals are.”

#extinguishthelight #ask meme

Emerald paused, her shoulders relaxing as she darted a quick look at Salem’s face before looking away again. “Do you mean the Grimm ma’am?” She wrapped her arms around herself, glancing toward the windows and the view of dark purple skies. She had looked out of them often enough to know that down below were the dark pools from which the Grimm crawled forth.

She had come here to serve Cinder... but now Cinder had fallen and Hazel had brought her and Mercury back to this ominous castle.

What was she doing here? The Grimm outside made her skin crawl only slightly more than Salem herself.... but now that she was back in the castle.... the fact remained that the odds of making it out of here alive if she left without permission.... Emerald swallowed and straightened. She had to be a good soldier, had to follow orders. Cinder.... if Cinder had lost then... well maybe she wasn’t worthy of Emerald’s devotion either.

@extinguishthelight

“It wasn’t fate, it’s not divine.”

#lyrics starters #extinguishthelight #ask meme

Slipping Masks

silver-scorned‌:

Mercury shrugged at her suggestions, serviceable but, not exactly his style he shook his head grin still plastered on.

“You can’t ‘get away with it’ if you never did it in the first place where’s the thrill in that exactly?” the air felt, freer with her in a better state of mind and his own anger was far gone form clouding his vision it was a weird sort of peace between them that hadn’t existed in his mind before hand. It was a strange thing to feel when she drew the conversation back to his legs he snapped out of it blinking looking at her, until it finally dawned on him what she meant.

Him lost in thought, that was new.

“Yeah you’re probably right about that, but, I meant it when I said I mostly know how to handle them myself…I couldn’t survive otherwise.”

Emerald raised her eyebrows as he snapped out of his reverie, and realizing how on guard he had been around her almost made her feel... guilty. She hadn’t considered things from his perspective up until now... after all, he’d been the enemy and sympathizing with them was how you got destroyed.

“Fair enough... if you...” Emerald fumbled for something that wouldn’t sound insulting or sarcastic. The abrupt direction change left her off-kilter. “If you need an extra set of hands or someone to hold a mirror so you can make sure the backs of your legs are... in alignment or whatever... we’re a team.”

It felt... odd to say. Would have felt downright wrong yesterday but... it was true. It was also probably what Cinder had intended if Emerald hadn’t let her paranoia get in the way. Abruptly feeling awkward she stretched, moving away from him and turning a slow backbend, moving with a gymnast’s control. Far easier not to think about things when you were occupied with maintaining perfect form on a physical maneuver.

Slipping Masks

#slipping masks #silver-scorned

silver-scorned‌:

“Yikes.” for a moment he feigned her last comment disturbed him before laughing deep in his chest about it.

“I’ve proven myself more than capable of a murder in my time, obviously. So yeah I thinks something like that could work.” He chose not to comment on her talking about shining his legs because realistically, she was not wrong.

“But, I’m not putting in all the work so it’s going to be your problem to craft an alibi the boss actually believes got it?” another serious pause, followed by the moment being broken by another laugh, yeah if she could be like THIS versus before he could handle her little barbs…they had less fire behind them and were actually kind of funny.

Of course he wouldn’t be telling her that.

Emerald burst out laughing. “I mean with my semblance we could probably get them to walk off a cliff, or take a strike at Cinder and then she could burn them to a crisp her own self...” she mused, glancing sidelong at Mercury and realizing some of these tactics might have worked on him as well. Even knowing about her semblance wasn’t proof against it, especially not in the heat of the moment.

“It makes alibis easier if our hands are clean legitimately.” The heavy feeling of dread that she would be rendered obsolete and discarded which had accompanied her since Cinder recruited Mercury was easing up at last, as if a heavy weight around her neck had been abruptly removed. She felt... happy. Giddy even with the sudden relief of its unexpected going.

“Hey if you need some help chroming your shins... I’m sure we could find some hapless merchant to do it.”

Slipping Masks

silver-scorned‌:

“I think it’s best for everyone involved your head stays on your shoulders.” he teen shrugged as though he didn’t have much stake in the matter. Honestly, any words coming from her mouth that didn’t drip venom and contempt were music to his ears. Another problem he could now not have to deal with on a day to day basis, he wasn’t a fan of those. He was sure he didn’t need to explain that to the green haired girl she had just seen his temper loose itself first hand.

“I’m not exactly a-” he considered his next words for a moment and then shrugged.

“Fuck it, I”m basically an asshole and not the easiest person to get along with, but, that makes two of us. We’re stuck here and we basically have to deal with it. I really shouldn’t cast stones in my glass house…then I couldn’t see my reflection.” a cocky grin crossed his face only affirming his earlier ‘asshole’ comment.

“Life isn’t fair it’s something I’m used to and I bet you are too…so I’m handling this how I handle everything else. Leveling the playing field. If you’re going to hate me give me an opportunity to do something to fuck up first, trust me it’ll come just wait.”

Emerald smirked. “Fair enough. I’ll do my best to only hate you for the things you do rather than just because you’re an asshole about everything,” she agreed, laughing a little to herself.

“Honestly I have always been a little surprised you haven’t shined up your metal shins so you can see yourself in them, you’re vain enough to enjoy catching a glimpse of yourself every time you bend over,” she teased. The mean edge was still there in her voice... but she’d never been not an asshole either and could give as good as she got.

“If Cinder gets another henchperson though I vote we throw them off a cliff. You I can live with but that’s it.”

#oh my god #mercury #emerald

shooty-booties

Ironically I showed this to my friend whose brother has a prosthetic leg and he was like “I’ve asked the same exact thing”

wantedtobestronger

Cicero’s, 5pm

#cicero's #WantedToBeStronger

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Cinder raised a single brow, detecting it, but said nothing. She vaguely remembered being in a similar situation the first time she had the power to properly feed herself. When you were used to eating everything you could in a go, you didn’t think about eating too much.

She’d leave antacids outside the guest room once Emerald was settled in.

Why are you doing this?

It was a legitimate question, Cinder supposed as she walked with Emerald. Vaguely becoming aware of what the girl’s power might have been. No, she couldn’t say for sure. But between what she’d seen so far-and how Emerald’s presence felt at different times…

For all the fortune, the vehicle was simple enough, if sleek and clean. A dark red sedan with four doors, like others out there. “Passenger seat or back row?” Cinder inquired as she fished out her keys from a leather coat pocket, picked up and pulled on when they left the restaurant.

You know why. Cinder didn’t show it, but inwardly she made a face at the thought. She couldn’t replace what had never been, lost before it could be. But maybe she just didn’t want Emerald to wind up in a situation like she had once been, either.

“Passenger seat,” Emerald said, figuring her odds of breaking out a window and making any potential ambush difficult would be easier from the front seat. Besides which.... despite herself she was beginning to trust the strange woman. Her story seemed ridiculous and implausible but somehow that made it more believable. Besides which money talked.

She closed the gap with her semblance as she climbed into the car with her illusionary double, the telltale headache creeping in at her temples, but there was one more test...

Cinder would see Emerald buckle herself in and settle into the seat and then almost immediately fall asleep, head lolling backwards as she apparently succumbed to the relative luxury of a comfortable car seat and an overly full belly.

From behind her illusion, Emerald watched for what her supposed hostess would do, waiting for a sign of harmful intent or other nefarious purposes.

Slipping Masks

silver-scorned:

“Friends? You’re joking right?” he looked at the green haired girl incredulously at the mere mention, before cracking a wry smile. Her reaction was amusing enough to pull him a bit from the self doubting spiral his mind had been wandering down.

“People like us….keep friends? I don’t think so, we’re survivors and stubborn to a fault not exactly cut out to skip through flowers and talk about our feelings ey, Je- Emerald?” the teen paused for a moment still amused by her face and her reactions to his thoughts on the matter.

“But, whether you like it or not we are partners in crime, and I think that’s about as close as either of us can get, so yeah, you better get used to the idea.”

Emerald perked up when he said her name properly, then finally grinned. “Partners in crime... yeah I can get behind that,” she said, shaking her head a little in self-deprecating amusement. “I don’t know about you Mercury but this has been a hell of a weird afternoon and if we tried skipping through flowers and talking about feelings my head might just explode.”

Em laughed. “And not just because holding onto any illusion that implausible would give me a headache to end all headaches.” Emerald looked him over, reevaluating her teammate and trying to discard all of the noise that jealousy an unhappiness tried to impose. “This could work... I... I am sorry I’ve been such a bitch about all of this... You were... well... you seemed like you were a threat... like I had to overcome you in order to keep my place... And that wasn’t fair to you.”

She didn’t quite mean it, but she wanted to mean it, wanted it to be a true thing she was saying. Despite her feelings since his arrival, he was truthful in that he hadn’t done anything really to warrant her behavior apart from the mere fact of his existence.

Slipping Masks

silver-scorned:

Mercury stared at his hand for a moment longer, fist still balled and shaking he starred at it and the more he stared the more uncomfortable he became. It was a strange situation to be in, just moments ago he’d been boiling with rage and now he felt ill. And not with her attitude, with himself with in a moment having been the very thing he hated most. Sure the green haired girl had pushed him and as she was now somewhat…frighteningly admitting shouldn't’ have been. However, for Mercury it wasn’t even about that fact anymore.

Slowly the teen lowered his hand, the look on her face bothering him still the teen took several deep breaths.

“We’re meant to work together, we need to start acting like it. Both of us.” it took a moment of uncomfortable pause but those were the words he found…still clearly unbalanced himself as though he’d been thrown around and not Emerald.

“I get it alright, you respect the boss whatever she’s important to you and you owe her all that. I get it, but, you need to get I don’t want to take that from you because I could care less. I just as much as you don’t want to get tossed back out on the street alone maybe for different reasons, but, we have the same objective. We’re more useful when we’re both doing what we were brought here for, and that sure as hell…ain’t fighting each other.”

Emerald watched him warily, but she calmed, her posture straightening and her shoulders pulling back with something closer to her usual flair. “Working together...” she said, as if it had never occurred to her before. Red eyes looked him up and down with more interest than she’d ever shown in him before. “I guess that could work...”

In truth it was what Cinder had been vaguely gesturing towards although she seemed disinclined to get involved in what her lieutenants did in their free time.

Emerald sighed, absently rubbing her ribs again as she smiled a little ruefully. “Got any suggestions for what I should do with my frustrations out next time? You’re... well... apart from Miss Fall I really don’t know... anyone... else... Oh gods are you my only friend?” A look of dawning horror crossed her face.

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Camping Based RP Starters:

* Soooooo don’t suppose you’re any good at making camp fires are ya?

* Dude the woods wet, it ain’t gonna work.

* Wanna roast some marshmallows?

* This is making me want smores.

* Watching you attempt to put up a tent is both highly amusing and painful.

* Of course I’ve put up a tent before! Have a little faith will ya?

* Who needs a tent when ya can sleep under the stars!

* Relax it’s just an owl.

* Where’s the flashlight?

* JEEZ! Don’t do that!

* Careful where ya point the torch it’s bright as hell!

* I really don’t think ya should drink that. You don’t know what’s been in it.

* Somethings gotten into our food supply!

* Hey look! Paw prints! Let’s follow ‘em!

* I wished I brought my camera-This would have made a great picture.

* Shhhh! Look deer!

* I found some mushrooms, let’s cook ‘em up.

* You sure those berries are safe to eat? What if they’re poisonous?

* I knew ghost stories before sleep was a bad idea.

* It happened late at night when the moon was full-Just like tonight~

* I don’t care what ya say-That did not sound like a mouse!

* Wonder if we’ll ever run into that monster they talked ‘bout on the TV?

#rp meme #ask meme

cho-misa

Ophiuchus Cinder Serpens Emerald

#art #lovely #emerald sustrai #cinder fall #rwby #crme

maidtofall

Hollow Haunting

#maidtofall #hollow haunting #the end?

maidtofall:

“No, I don’t know. But I’ve heard the myth. And I’m 99% sure Silver Eyes only affect Grimm. Like that god damn bug.” She trailed off and scoffed. “Silver eyes aren’t a semblance, tricksy. They’re magic.”

But by then, Emerald was walking away. So Amber shrugged. Time to go terrorize her killer again.

Emerald glanced back over her shoulder when the hallucination didn’t seem to be following her and slumped against the wall of the corridor, hugging herself and trying to shake off the vague chill. Just imagination. Hallucination. Whatever. She considered asking Cinder if she’d seen the thing for the briefest of moments... then decided not to. At worst she would think Emerald was inventing things, or, also worst, she would have seen it too and could confirm that it was real.

Without another look, Emerald took off at a run down the corridor, retreating back to areas with other people around where hopefully the thing wouldn’t appear again.

maidtofall

Hollow Haunting

[Continued From Here with @youseewhatiwant ]

“-Oh you don’t know.” Amber couldn’t help cackling. “Why the silver eyes affected her like that. Me? I’m like 99% certain I’d have been unharmed by them.”

She’d never honestly asked, so she didn’t want to say for sure.

Then again, so what if she was wrong. She was dead. Because of Cinder and her lackies.

#maidtofall #hollow haunting

“You weren’t unaffected by me,” Emerald snapped. Nobody much bothered to keep her in the loop and she didn’t push. Emerald was a survivor and you didn’t survive long in Salem’s service by constantly questioning.

“You can’t know that that Ruby brat wouldn’t have hurt you. Wouldn’t have half-blinded you and burned your arm away,” Em hissed, turning on her heel and stalking away from whatever-it-was that took the shape of the dead fall maiden. The fallen maiden.

maidtofall

youseewhatIwant: If you can’t tell, does it matter?

@youseewhatiwant

“If I can’t tell what? An illusion? A lie? Does it make you feel better?”

Ghosts. Occasionally, very occasionally, Amber could haunt others. Cinder was the center of her haunting. Or binding. She didn’t know why. Didn’t care. it was another thing to make her irate and upset.

“It doesn’t change the outcome, if you can’t tell. So I’d say it does matter.” She shrugged, “If you hadn’t tricked me, chances are, your boss would have never gotten the powers. And no offense. But it doesn’t seem like she’s had the best time since.”

Salem’s Domain. She’d wanted to go before-to bring the battle to her. This was exactly the reason, in life, that she’d never been told how to get there.

“It does,” Emerald said, trying to keep her voice down. Amber was probably a hallucination. Maybe a bad daydream. Maybe her semblance malfunctioning. Maybe she was some obscure test by Salem. Or Cinder. Or Watts. Most anything seemed to be possible here and Emerald mostly just wished whatever it was would go away.

“They were what Cinder wanted. I do everything I can to make sure she gets what she wants,” Emerald hissed, scowling at the shade or illusion or ghost or brain tumor or whatever it was. “She was happy with the power, it was that stupid chirpy Ruby girl who ruined everything.”

#maidtofall

wantedtobestronger

Cicero’s, 5pm

#wantedtobestronger #cicero's

wantedtobestronger:

“Unless you’d like to catch up later,” Cinder offered as she signed the check and glanced to Emerald, “Or if you’d like to stop at a pharmacy for some antacid, that’s a possibility.”

Eaten too much. She could tell. It was subtle things. Cinder exhaled and glanced to her. “Do you trust me enough to get in my car, or should I flag down a cab?” She added as she held out an arm to help her up-if she wanted it.

Emerald almost said cab... but she was going to sleep under this woman’s roof. If she couldn’t trust her for the car ride to the roof, that just seemed ridiculous. “Your car, by all means,” she said, warily accepting the arm up. Too full. She was going to sleep like a log after this but perhaps it would be worth it.

Still, she grabbed the bag her own self, her other hand doing a quick check of her various pockets and gear and money, red eyes doing a sweep of the restaurant. Emerald focused in on the woman. On Cinder. Em extended her semblance, wrapping it around her would be hostess and created the illusion of an Emerald walking at her side, looking around suspiciously while her real self walked just behind, out of immediate arm’s reach as she kept an ye out for followers or other guards or any sign that this was a trap or an ambush.

Em’s mouth quirked up in a smile. If this woman was as wealthy and as connected as she claimed, it wasn’t like a cab would be any safer. Better to just accept the ride in the car, even if she did take some precautious first.

wantedtobestronger

Cicero’s, 5pm