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Thinking about... shippy stuff...

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For a moment, Amber almost wants to believe in the flight of fantastical whimsy that Darla was taking off with. Two sisters up against the world, or other world as it were- not taking crap from anyone. Kicking in faces. It's thrilling to think about. Damn, it'd be fuckin cool as shit. Until it wasn't. Because it couldn't be. Just looking at the solid rounded meal in front of her is reminder enough of that. Silly dumb innocuous chunk of the picture it was. Just a single iron rod in the fence around them.

"Pft. Fuck. Yeah, that would be cool huh?" Amber replies, but there was no wind in her sails compared to the other. Head falling to rest the chin against a propped up fist. Darla may be earnest and secretive, but the other didn't even bother to feign secrecy. It felt stupid. Silly. Pipe dream was one thing this was... like she even knew.

"But say we slip BFB out of here, slipping past security, all the staff and technicians and make it to the highway... then what? Run out of power after a jaunt and.. plug that fucker's reactor into a 120 volt wall socket at the nearest truck stop? C'mon, Darla. Think at least one fucking day forward here."

The slimmer girl stretches back, the expression on her face ekeing out some manner of amusement, even if it's just in passive humoring of her best friend.

"Well... I can afford to buy some duct tape. Maybe loop a wire around something." This afterthought is missing the context of the ridiculous state of repairs. "Anyway, look. I get it. Shit's all tape and stupid meetings but the alternative is nothing in this case. Way I see it. Realistically. Also I'm gonna be straight up with you."

Amber leans forward enough to make eye contact and wave a finger around.

"I fucking love getting to scream at a team of techies who don't have no shit ass choice but to do what I say as the lead on the designs. It is goddamn fucking amazing for my mood." The grin is wide, toothy. "The assholes back at the garage would never."

When you knew someone for as long as Darla had known Amber, you tended to pick up on things. Things like your sister hiding shit from you... AGAIN. But the pilot knows better than to acknowledge the obvious tells. Amber was the type to come to her when she was ready. If she pushed too hard, that'd only make her have to wait longer, so she nods along, stuffing more food in, nearly done the tray (how?!).

"Fuuuuuccckkk... Red is covering for us?" Darla groans. "You know those assholes are going to cause a big stink and demand that the big-wigs fork over all the cash for their project instead... But there's a reason why we're the star players!" Smirking, she drops her fork, letting it loudly clang against the now empty metal tray. In a very Darla attempt to ease the other's obvious worry, she leans over the table, tapping Amber's forehead. "You got the biggest brains in this place. And me?" Pulling back (hopefully dodging any swats or stray wrenches coming her way), she flexes, gangly limbs barely even bulging, but there was muscle there damnit!

"I'm the brawn! The natural pilot that brings your creations to life!" Darla tunes out for a bit while Amber harps on her for the hundredth time about a bunch of boring bullshit she didn't particularly care about. Brown eyes flick about the room, taking in the sights... Or lack thereof. Ugh it was so stuffy inside! All the white coats, and lab rats were staring at them. They (and mostly Darla) were more like the black sheep of the facility... But they got results! Sure, her reckless behavior may have caused a lot of expensive damage! But she got the job done right? They were still ALIVE. The country hadn't been blow to smithereens. Not every other place was so lucky.

Tuning back in for the tail end, her gaze falls back on the mechanic, smile growing. Leaning in again, she tries to keep her voice down as she talks. Same way as before, but hopefully Amber got the message this time! For extra secure measure, she holds her wide brimmed hat between them, trying to block any prying eyes, or cameras, from reading their lips. "Well then why are we here? Finish the bot, and you, Biff and I can blow this joint. No more paperwork, rules or sticks up our asses! Just us! Like old times!" Thinking for a moment, she corrects herself. "Mmmmm kinda like old times, with the added bonus of our friendly neighborhood mech!"

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Marie was almost too cheery about the whole circumstance. Wylan doesn't want to look a gift horse/girl in the mouth but sometimes your problems can have teeth. Even if they don't cut, they can hold on. And Wylan likes an ejection seat.

"Right, so I'm in." Oh well. "But you'll just have to take my word for it, not confident in signing any documents that could end up with me ... I dunno. Contracted as a servant or something like that. I'm a free agent."

Hand gestures flippantly, weaving a non-descript sign in the air as words further consider. Eventually, the digits find their way to frame his jaw as Marie lays out her intentions.

"No way, so are we going right to the party then? Can you just start these spontaneously? If that's another one of your powers, that's ... so... useful. My own capabilities of instantly summoning a crowd usually result in people throwing produce and insults, not a party." Even if he's still having fun so technically...

"I see, I see! Well, regardless of what you do with your different dexterous deeds," She recites his words with a fun little tune in her voice. For some reason, she enjoyed that!

"...Then you're free to come accompany me then! Usually I'm very on top of our party themes and decorations, so you will be just in time for it. If you're okay with sharing space with my associates then, I don't see what's wrong with that!" Yeah, Sanson MIGHT have a problem with it- but Marie here? No care in the world, she trusts this guy with her whole heart on her sleeve.

Clapping her hands together, Marie nods at him! Smile positively brightening at his curiosity!

"Fae? No, no! This is a party fit for kings and queens and dancing and everything in between. I can get the confusion though, I am pretty cute for a queen, right? The most I can do is sing a siren's song, but I don't do that out of ill intention. Quite the opposite, really!"

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the characters are: Samus Aran (Metroid), Kamen Rider Evolt (KR Build), Holo (Spice and Wolf), Mechazawa (Cromartie High School), Charlotte Dunois (Infinite Stratos)(THE waifu), Dr. House (House MD), Karina (Rune Factory 3), Heathcliff (Limbus Company), Bowser (Mario RPG)

special mention to: probably two dozen characters I'm forgetting because I'm awful at this off the top of my head...

Tagged by: @mirroredge (I spent too long on this) Tagging: ANYONE who wants to subject themselves or show off tastes, mine is everywhere :^)

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Two treats? For me??

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hg I need to see more of them you cannot just drop whatever happened in the masses travels and dip like that

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my CC#3 experience first and last rotating test site stage. Hopefully Richele can have next spotlight too

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the zuki

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you have your father's ai

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Better Wylan doesn't give Din too much credit. She's funny, if a little misguided on the kinks and how they work. Wouldn't that make him the dom of the dom...? Anyway. Their show yielded him both the information he was after- a list of names and financial movement- as well as privacy. Meiros was not an individual that the rogue would want to have as a long time source. Was it a trick of the light in the night or was he looking up and down the woman when he offered the dominatrix story?

Had they been considering?

...was Wylan? No. But it'd also be funny.

"I'm surprised you could tell that much looking at him. Money's not the issue here anyway. Were I just wanting to make a bag off trades I'd be a merchant. I do like work that's a little more clean. Black market's how you end up in this situation in the first place, after all."

Being looked into by a rogue like himself, that is. One more vested in human nature than wealth. Even if it's on the payroll of another noble just as stinking as another. The pendulum still swung. And it was a likely chance that it may swing back to his employer.

"No shit, cutie. I told you my name was Zelda, blade of bright valleys. If you're getting nervous over that open lie you're in for trouble around me." Wylan smirks, eyeing the woman with new potential before continuing. "Zephyr is ... a business name, you can say. A call sign if you want to be cool and dramatic. Feel free to use it yourself if you like. Maybe once we feel like being more honest with each other that can change."

Didn't seem likely. Fun as her personality was scraped from the surface, they were presenting a hard painting to frame. And there was a nagging feeling that put the hairs up on his neck that she was prone to more than just misguided quips or flights of godly proclamation.

So. Yes. Need-to-know. But not so far gone as to evade. If they're invested, he'll indulge. If the truth comes to light and resolution from this point Wylan was likely to collect and complete either way.

"The spawn, allegedly, is part of a personal zoo that Rupert is keeping." Wylan, having what he came for, turns on heel and begins departing. Maybe if Din was familiar with the town she'd know it was towards one of the more popular inns. "Where? Nobody's talking. Maybe he's got a party island off-shore. Why? Flexing their rupees if I had to guess. But if any of it gets back to the Zora kingdom it won't spell well. Especially since- if I had to bet? A Zora itself is involved."

She watched as the man began to cower like a confused and scared rabbits before Wylan desperately tries to cover up the sudden confession. A dominatrix? Yes, she supposed she could play the role just fine. More amusement tugs at her lips as she continues, "Yes, you see, this man right here? He really likes when he sees me talk down to other men. Gets him all hot and bothered, and I am getting paid quite a sum of rupees to entertain his strange fetish."

The man seems... confused but seems to buy the strange cover story. A paper is handed off before the man scurries off like a terrified rat, and there's a moment where her eyes focus on the man running away. These humans were small and pathetic and fragile; she could continue the hunt-- especially with one willing to disrespect the gods such as this man and his ilk had-- in fact there's a part of her that practically yearns for it. How easy he would be to grind gnash his bones to dust!

She blinks, pulled back from her thoughts as she turned back to Wylan.

"He wasn't going to have much to offer other than paltry bit of information. His coin purse is light," Din crossed her arms, before she practically snorted, "Oh? You won't believe I am an oracle, but you'll find it more believable I'm the elder goddess of power herself? Do you just find the fantastical easier to believe?" Din waved her hand dismissively. It really was of no consequence whether or not some lone stranger believed her or not. He was hardly the same as one of the wielders of the Triforce, "But I suppose any good and devoted shrine maiden in service to the gods would be interested in the spawn of Jabu Jabu being sold off for profit. If I wasn't invested before, call me invested now."

Another pause before one thing nags at her though.

"That man called you Zephyr. If I recall that's not the name you gave me though, is it? You going to explain or should I just keep that as a need-to-know thing?"

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"What was that?!...." Even if it had only been brief, the vision of ... whatever that was beneath the surface of this character was enough to make an impression. Mizuki had seen a lot over the years, hadn't she? Whether it was coming across the corpse of her mother impaled through the eye, or her father after.... well. This wasn't even taking into account the garbage she'd seen on Date's computer.

So, just looking for an update. Do you have any idea what the fuck I just hit with my pipe?

[Unknown... neither my data records nor observations online account for any living entity that matches the readings or what you saw on impact. Mizuki, you have to be careful. There is a high probability this is not human.]

I'm ready for anything, isn't that what I like to say? I'm not exactly a normal human either.

[Even so.... I will do what I can to assist. But keep an escape route ready.]

You got it.

"Listen jerkbag, I don't like the way you're talking about me. Shooting up the creep ladder real fast. Just a toy? You're underestimating me, aren't you? Heh. Okay. How about this."

Adjusting the grip on the cybernetic pipe, the psyncer takes off with another kick of her feet, this time to the side. She sequences the steps, focusing on agility and speedy maneuvers to keep herself on the offense. That guy... he's also fast. And dangerous. She doesn't want to chance getting caught. But she wouldn't back down either. If someone like this is out, other people could get hurt. Or worse.

Circling. Winding. After-images echo her place, then replace one another as each movement is quicker than the next. Finally, a sudden pass and a cutting sweep of the pi--no! It's a kick from above! "Hyaa!"

Colors of varying temperatures would’ve been picked up by the AI’s thermo, but that wasn’t what was interesting about the mysterious monster in front of them. No, even with the appearance of a human, it was as if his physical form was all but an outer shell. An avatar, so to speak. An arrangement of reds, oranges, and yellows picked up sparks of intense static, and when the man missed his mark, his head turned and suddenly something would’ve been picked up in a sudden spike of energy from where she had struck his arm.

An outline of electricity hissed and crackled hotly against cold steel. This outline spiked a sudden hum and, for a split second, this ‘humans’ facade had been seen through for but a moment.

The vision would terrify any normal person that would behold his visage. Colors vibrating in between hot and cold, the electric demon’s eyes locking onto hers with an intensity of sickening amusement. Chilled air infused with electricity would create such a prickling sensation as the anomaly’s arm is brought back to his side. The impact of the bone-crushing metal of the weapon she wields seemed like it only caused that slight distorted impact of seeing Athem for what he truly is.

As quickly as it happened, the sight was gone. Leaving him standing there. Smirking at her as he had before.

With an entertained steam of air drifting from his mouth, Athem chuckled. He expected her to evade him- but what he wasn’t expecting was for her to answer so quickly. No matter, his expression showed it all. He LIKES seeing her reaction contort to confusion, shock, and then surprise when his hand almost had her within his electrified grasp.

"You're right. I did try to grab you, but now that you've seen me..." His voice trailed off, his tone laced with pure delight.

"I'll have to think of something more personable in store for you. For now, however, I think i'll enjoy toying with you for a little bit. Come closer so I can get a better look at what you are. For someone that moves at that speed, I wonder what else you're capable of..."

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Tonight I was so mean to my players. :)

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Also because I'm mean, I'm considering if the verses I write with Heathcliff outside of Limbus main story may reflect... well.

Iykyk, right

They will still feel a void. Something wrong. Something off.

Probably giving heathcliff a fantasy verse and straight up making him a werewolf. Like just born that way.

Bark bark.

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affectionate prompts :: open

@serandipity sent: [ SCOLD ] for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said. - bianca and diluc

This is perhaps the most .... formal the engagement has felt. Amidst the web of white lies and propped posturing, there was still a tenuous tip at the end of the rope. To Diluc, it was impermanent. To Bianca, it was a challenge to be thwarted. Whatever their reasons, which were many, it was a faux operation kept privately from one another. But conversing together at this party, with a woman known for reporting and publishing cutting articles... this felt tense.

If the public didn't see their engagement as real, then neither would the enemies he sought to bring into the light.

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand the purpose of the question you're asking, Miss Couria..." Diluc makes a small deflect at the far too pointed question. To what ends did you seek to marry someone you don't get along with? He fights back the bristle, unappreciative that someone outside of their arrangement would make so bold a declaration, particularly one that reflected poorly on them both. But becoming irate or hiding from inquiries in their entirety would only make things worse.

"Oh, pardon me if I was speaking out of turn- I just find you two to be... well, you're a unique pair, do you not agree, Lord Ragnvindr? Seeing you two earlier, how you spoke then when entering the ballroom versus now..."

Hmph. Diluc can read between the lines. She witnessed some of their... bickering before public faces were put on.

"Oh, is that all? I believe you're reading far too much into the situation..." Diluc starts, making a show of looping an arm around Bianca where they were sat together on the couch. "My fiancée chose to wear a different outfit than we had planned, and as a result... there was a disagreement. We're not quite matching as planned, and clearly... the visual accompaniment was more important than she thought. Even you seemed dubious of our chemistry."

There was a shared laugh at the table, some far less prodding questions made, and then Miss Couria departed for some other savory news to find... which left Diluc alone with the woman spurned. Her retaliation is swift, pointed fingers finding his cheek and giving a twist. Diluc winces, grabbing the hand (gently) and fixing her with a glare.

"Gah- Bianca, though I welcome your animosity over what I did, save it till later. I Do you want to end up on the tabloids? I certainly don't... at least not for this reason."

Her hand is held in his, gripped loosely and brought down between them. Diluc frowns, then mutters something else.

"I'm sorry."

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tharja

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I never meant to pick up so many meticulous note-takers but here we are. Proud of them. I should take more notes like they do but my brain is a pretty good vice.

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Probably giving heathcliff a fantasy verse and straight up making him a werewolf. Like just born that way.

Bark bark.