auntie-browning

[auntie-browning]

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||: Ah, Fire Emblem 7. Classic one all things considered. But I'm not too sure I could pull of Lyn nor if I would want to. As always, never been a fan of writing main characters since there is a kind of expectation someone has with that. If I were to do her, however, I would probably make something a bit more drastically from canon. I enjoy trying to put spins on characters since it could probably put some much needed perspective into things someone wouldn't really dive into.

[auntie-browning]

And yet, despite his failings and all the reasons she could berate him…the doll opted instead for clemency. The verbal assault Zaire expected never arrived nor did the physical repentance he had obviously grown so accustomed to. Browning simply soothed him back into position for the next target, pressing herself closer to further guide him in the way he needed.

“…Its fine, dear…Don’t get afraid on, yet…you must be strong for this…but you also have to relax…alright? Can you do that for me, hon?”

Her reassurance was palpable, coated in her harmonizing whispers beside his ears. She could be a lot clearer in tone, possible more by the books with how he should improve. However, something within her mind told her it wouldn’t work nearly as effectively as what she was doing. The boy needed to understand above all else that he wasn’t going to be treated like a tool that needed repair nor a mongrel that needed training.

He needed someone that could believe in him, even if he couldn’t believe in himself.

“…We’re here to train, hon…you don’t need to be perfect for me…just let me guide you and do your best to simply…relax and pull…nothing else~”

Zaire's breath hitched as he felt the other's warmth press against him. Sure Browning might be a machine, but the skin she wore was so human like, so was her personality really. Because of this, the young man didn't seem to mind. In fact his cheeks lit up a bright red which stood out against his pale face.

"Y-Yes ma'am..." The young man gulped as he felt her hand against his, correcting his posture. Her breasts pressed against his back a little too. Zaire was not used to dancing and that was more or less just in a more abstract way. It was working though, he was improving a little bit. There was a lot of improvement to go, but it seemed like this method was working.

"Thank you...here we go." Zaire would aim the gun at the target, it was a little better but... BANG! He barely hit the target. Zaire's eyes widened briefly before returning to his normal default. "I'm sorry for missing. I will do better next time."

Browning would notice him flinch a little, as if he was expecting to get hit.

[auntie-browning]

||: Something grave has popped up. Don't know how long it'll be before I'm back.

[auntie-browning]

Baring their deep conversation earlier, Browning settled into a more sedentary discussion thereafter. There was a slight but present worry she had alienated him a little too much with what she had said and that it had built some kind of rift between them so soon. And as much as she would hate to think it would come to that…she couldn’t exactly blame him to think that way. After all, who was she to erode away his faith on the only stable thing he knew?

It wouldn’t do much if she couldn’t supply a better alternative.

The doll shadowed over Zaire’s firing stance, watching him raise his pistol over to the targets down range. Her expectations were less than met. His stance was sloppy, imbalanced, and jittery as he held the pistol with an amateur teacupping grip. But worst of them all…the hesitance in his eyes. Heart throbbing innocence towards the evil he was wielding. Something that could easily have you killed out in the field he was supposedly trained in. None of this would do for her.

But, instead of an anger filled berating reminiscent of traditional instructors, Browning instead opted for the unorthodox manner instead. Before he could even start his shots, she came behind him, lightly maneuvering her body to give him a more ‘hands on’ guidance over how things should be.

“…Its alright, hon. Take it easy, you’re feeling a bit nervous and I can see that…let me help you, okay~ How about we fix this posture first…”

The blonde lightly whispered into his ear with soothing reassurance. A vastly different reality compared to how sterile these sorts of procedures could be. No, there was a fundamental intimacy ladened into her instructions, acting less like she was teaching him how to shoot…and more how to dance instead. She first did so by helping with that posture, shifting a bit of his legs and shoulders to be a bit more leveled and balanced. Afterwords, she helped fix his handling of the gun by straightening his wrists and wrapping his hands around properly.

All was left was for him to finally shoot.

Zaire would blush slightly at the teasing, there was a lot on his mind right now thanks to Browning. Too much for him to take really. She did indeed lay it on extremely thick, but maybe this was something he needed? Zaire wouldn't know. This was all too complicated for the young man, someone who was lacking in a lot of areas unfortunately.

"Of course Ms." He stated simply before grabbing the nearest rifle and handgun then following her out. Of course the weapons were quite well maintained.

Once they exited the armory, the duo would move out towards the target range, there were multiple lines for which one could stand behind to shoot. Close, Medium, Far.

Zaire would put the rifle to the side and take the handgun, aiming at the target before pulling off the safety, he was ready to fire...but there was a lot wrong. The stance, the way in which he held the gun, the slightly...slightly...unsure look on his face. Browning now realized why Anton asked her to train him...

[auntie-browning]

||:Still feel like utter trash today, don't expect much from me.

[auntie-browning]

SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE ! 

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WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO 

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

[auntie-browning]

"♫ And well they know the cyclone blow Loosed from the cannon's steel And they know the hull of the enemy ship Will quiver with the feel ♫"

"♫ And the decks will rock with the lightning shock And shake with the great recoil While the sea grows red with the blood of the dead And swallows up her spoil ♫"

"♫ But not until the final ship Has made her final run Can we give their rest to the very best To the lads who serve the guns Oh, the men behind the guns ♫"

[auntie-browning]

“So, you’re admitting something is wrong with me…that something has happened to me. Something having to do with this…light you say…what even is that why is it so important to you or him? And if its so important…why haven’t you already have taken it…”

The doll pondered upon the question, thinking about it intently as she stared into the hare’s crazed eyes. Nothing but evil she could find behind them, much like her brother.

“You said I’m special, this light couldn’t be within me in some way but is…Just how special am I then? I can’t seem to make sense of it…”

"Hmm~" Martz's ears wiggled in excitement. "If Phi wanted you to know...he would let you remember~ But you don't, do you? In that case, it's not my place to tell you. I'm a nice bunny, though...maybe if I feel generous after playing with you, I'll give you a little hint~"

[auntie-browning]

Before the doll could even return back to retort, she saw the woman raise her arm against her head. With nothing but a lowly flick, an odd sensation washed over her. Nothing began to feel real again, like things were getting out of focus. An induced dilation of thought itself.

Once she arose back, her rabid guest had mounted themselves atop her waist. Try as she might, getting her off seemed like an impossibility. Nothing seemed to work and it all caused a great strain on the doll to try and nudge Martz off. Thus, instead of struggling further in futility, she would try to leverage the moment to gain a bit more insight.

“W-Wait. Before you do anything, I need to know…You said: ‘feel it all over again’ and you talked a bit about your brother. I need to know what you meant by that. How does he connect to this besides just being who you’re related to…”

"Oho, so that's it~" The mad hare's eyes sparkled with glee. "My brother really is a crafty son of a bitch...well, if that's the case, I should let you feel it all over again, but at my hands this time~" Martz reached forward and gave Browning a quick little flick to the forehead—one that suddenly and inexplicably shut down her systems for a brief few seconds. When she rebooted, she found herself pinned to the floor of the tent by the petite rabbit.

"I wonder...what it'll look like when I pull it from your chest~?"

[auntie-browning]

Browning seemed to quit playing into her antics, trying to displace her from where she sat so she could sleep sounds. Obviously, it was all for naught as her entire being felt like sold lead. Almost impossible to even try to remotely push away. A displeased sneer crept upon the dolls face as she tried to take her leave of the situation and found that the same overwhelming force prevented departure.

Regrettably, the doll conceded to this mad hare’s dominance over her situation, facing her back again as she began to speak once again. Displeasure replaced with a bitter scowl as she heard the words she spoke. Vile and evil like her true nature afforded.

“…Well, I would take the compliment if it came from a vastly different place than your mouth…”

“As for the rest, I don’t think I could tell you since I remember having my…’light’ being removed at all. As far as I remember, I was able to slip away from your brother the day I saw him and we’ve been infrequently seeing each other ever since. I’d rather never see him again but I know that not how this kind of thing works…”

@auntie-browning

"Sorry, but I'm not leaving...and neither are you." Sure, Browning could try to physically move her...but the Doll would find that the little hare weighed as much as a mountain despite all appearances. The flaps of her tent were equally rigid and immobile, no doubt much to her chagrin. "I think I see why Phi likes you. You're stubborn, you don't break easily...and you're fascinating, inside and out~"

"Tell me...how did it feel when he devoured your Light? To have the very thing that makes you torn apart and forcibly extracted? It's a shame I'll never feel that sort of thing...I have no Light, and I can't eat it the way he can. Mmnh...how does a machine even have Light, anyway? Maybe I'll pick you apart and find out myself~"

[auntie-browning]

"...I don't know what to make of any of this...what it means or why I'm privy to all of this...I just want to go home..."

[auntie-browning]

"...I really hate magic..."

[auntie-browning]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i���m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[auntie-browning]

"♫ He knows how to make me feel tragedy He's crafty He senses many ways to quiet me He's clever ♫"

"♫ Hurry up, hurry up he's calling He's waiting for me down there Hurry up, hurry up he's calling He cannot wait to tell me ♫"

"♫ I will rescue you~ ♫"

[auntie-browning]

Browning reacted quite negatively to that phrase leaving her mouth. Onee-san…big sister… It all felt so wrong the way she announced it in her monotone voice. Despite the lack of inflections, the doll knew she reveled in saying that out loud against her. Perhaps that agitation served to more easily mend the doll’s will should the time come…her growing discomfort leading her to be manipulated ever easier by this monster’s titanic presence.

Maybe she was only reading into this further just to ignore her subconscious cringe from trying to act in such a cute manner. Really, she wouldn’t know all too well and for the time being…she wouldn’t care.

“Sure, fine, whatever. You can call me what you like, but you’re gonna have to follow my lead for most of the interactions well have to get through. Besides that, we’ll be getting a great deal of items to better prepare ourselves for inevitably fighting our pursuiters so we might need to do a bit of suspicious purchases here and there but if we keep it cool, I think we can get through.”

“But first things first, we won’t get anywhere without that maid outfit. We’ll drop in, b-line it to the outfit, change you out, then move on to getting all the ingredients we’ll need. Also entitles a bit of separation here and there just so we can gather our stockpile without much problem…”

“And a reminder, if we do get separated, that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to have free reign over what you can do. My rules still apply even when I’m not around. Okay?”

"I see... the role of a sister, with the clothing we would have to work with, it might appear as if we are on errand for an out of town family or master. No?" Ziatrix seemed to like the idea, though the more excited she was about something, often the worse the next thing she was about to say would be.

"I heard from 'passed souls', that in some cultures, there are terms to all one's older sister and little sister. A sword brandishing woman called her older sister a.. Onee-san? Would this please you?"

There it was, and by passed souls, one could easily infer she meant someone she had eaten.

"If you wish to demand service of me, Big sister. You may, though it may not fit the image we wish to blend in with. Worry not...I've found that the bustle of a larger city or town is truly oblivious to things that stand out.. its only the first steps you need to fool everyone with."

[auntie-browning]

||: Still want to make an RP blog for my OC and a canon villain I've been thinking of playing. But considering how low action this blog usually gets, I'm not too certain they would really get any traction.

||: Such is life...

[auntie-browning]

"What."