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     Rusch, it’s almost five in the morning and you have to open the shop by seven. And you know what? Sleep is for the weak, and those who have no one to send trashy outdated memes to. That’s what Augustine gets for pitching a fit about being put on a leash when she’s busy doing her obviously-not-a-kin-of-a-werewolf business.

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     Alright. This is fine. You can handle kids. You’re, what, about ten years older than your sister? Kids were nothing. Except when they were incapable of speech and flipping fingers as if to have them speak in their stead.

            ❝ Uh. ❞

     You’re not going to lie. You can’t make heads or tails of the hands dancing ‘round. It’s a foreign language on it’s own, and you’re going to spend years trying to figure out what the kid’s trying to say. This would create anything but an efficient outcome.

            ❝ Yeah, uh, hold on kiddo. Lemme just... ❞

     Forward on your stool, you tip yourself o’er & down to flip through loose sheets behind the counter. Fingers skip across the edges of papers, ‘til you pluck a sparse amount of blank sheets to offer the other; your free hand moving to produce pen from a pocket, you pass the items along to the child.

            ❝ Man, sorry. My sign language is kind of...                Nothing worth looking at. Maybe if you write                it down,  I can help ya out or something  ? ❞

                  ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʀᴇғᴜsᴇᴅ.

     to be sent to the stool in the corner, anyway. Their gaze      is stubborn as their lips purse together, looking up at the      store-person as he looks around as-if there’s going to be      some adult with them.

               ‘ my name is F-R-I-S-K. ‘

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            ❝ ... So, uh. This? This isn’t...?                                 What it looks like? 

                                              Uh. ❞

     This is exactly what it looks like. This is entirely, without a doubt, what it looks like. 

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             ❝ ... I didn’t sign up for kids? Who lost                their kid? Who’s child is this. ❞

    Unattended children get sent to the stool in the corner of the shop until you      figure out where the parental units are located.

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welcome to adulthood

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     Casually spends extra paycheck on Halloween candy & Magic: The Gathering cards.

            ❝ Yep. I am an adult. ❞

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            ❝ I mean, yeah. Flick silver at a creature of                 nature, see how far that gets you. I’ll be in my                 circle of salt away from your dumb self. ❞

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did robin seriously just engarde fuckboy at rusch

nooo, she en garde fuckboy’d @ midknight

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Renegades - X Ambassadors

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     A better plan; sound words for anyone who wasn’t always rolling on the balls       of their feet in anticipation. You had gotten too far ahead of yourself, and...       Here you stood. Sopping wet in a suit of armour like some buffoon.

             ❝ I don’t have much choice, do I ? ❞

     Defeated was the intonation which wrapped itself in every syllable breathed        ‘pon tired lips.

             ❝ S’pose this is what I get, huh. Guess I can                   stand to wait on getting back for now. Better                   than rusting. ❞

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“Oh, I’m not going to laugh,” she said with a slight roll of her eyes. “Even if it is somewhat tempting.” She figured she didn’t need to add insult to injury.

“Let’s get you dried off. And then we’ll come up with a better plan.” Her lips twitched upwards. “One that doesn’t end with you looking like a drowned rat.”

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    So much for diffusing the situation; you’ve done not but arouse further      suspicion & spark a lashing. Perhaps, you consider briefly, you should      have spoken no more than the truth of your excursion. You might only      receive a lesser response, if that were only done. Instead, here you were.      Two in the morning, with a pissed off librarian who, might we add, is out      to defend what is hers with a length of iron.

             ❝ No, no, no ─ 

                                  Wait ─  !! ❞

    You’re not one to oft draw steel ‘gainst many; sharp was a rapier to that of a      kindler, t’would be ill luck should you choke on your parries. Yet she forces      your hand, thrusting forth with untrained posture ─ you’ve not the time to leap      into the poor flow so suddenly.

                                                          ❝ Will you ─ ❞

     Iron scrapes scale & you’re briefly thankful her sloppy movements were      anything but keen in precision. A step back, and another still to keep from      her reach; gloved fingers form a better hold ‘pon hilt, and you’ve set yourself      to counter her onslaught with a solidified stance. Her strikes are forceful, but      your parries are fluid; practiced with the opposing hand she used, you hold      your ground with less effort than she’s placed forth.

                                 ❝ Listen ─  ?! ❞

     Oh no, she’s not having that. Research! At two in the morning? Who does that?! She’s not buying it at all and she makes it clear when her foot shifts across the tiled floor and she holds the fire poker out in front of her as if it were a viable weapon for fencing. 

               “ I’m not buying it! You’re probably just another one of those                  thugs trying to get some quick cash by stealing my ancient                  texts again! “

     That is a mightily unimpressed expression that dons her features. She adjusts her grip on the handle of the poker and then – 

               “ En garde, fuckboy! “

     She lunges forward, intent on jabbing him harshly with the sharp end of her impromptu rapier. She’s not practised and it shows in the way she almost fumbles in her footwork, the way her fingers almost slip from the handle. What she lacks in practise, she makes up for in tenacity. And sheer pissiness.

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To »  smol birb

[  SMS  ]: Your waifu IS shit robin. I’m sorry.

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i cant believe rusch gets a selfie with evil

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“You know, somehow, “I told you so” just doesn’t quite say it.”

meme  ||  accepting

              ❝ . . . ❞

     She was right. She was completely right, and you heeded not one lick of advice she’s uttered; rain was no man’s friend, even when he possessed enchanted armour. Soaked to the bone & spine rigid with the night’s chill, lips are taut in displeasure. You’re reluctant to admit your error, but she’s less willing to part without being satisfied in your misery.

               ❝ Alright, l-laugh while you can.                    I suppose this is what I get for not listening. ❞

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“Technically I was never alive, but I appreciate your concern.”

meme  ||  accepting

             ❝ Whoa ─ seriously?                  Jeez, like. Dude, no offence but you reek                  like something that’s been rotting in the                  sun. 

                                   I kind of had to ask. ❞

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I, Robot Starters

“You know, somehow, “I told you so” just doesn’t quite say it.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Technically I was never alive, but I appreciate your concern.”

“You cannot be trusted with your own survival.”

“I think you’ll have to find your way like the rest of us…That’s what it means to be free.”

“What the hell kind of twelve-year-old wants to be a dentist?”

“Yeah. Once. It was a Thursday.”

“I’m sorry, I’m allergic to bullshit.

“I get it. Somebody gets out of line around here, you just kill them?”

“I think it would be better not to die, don’t you?”

“My father gave it to me. I think he wanted me to kill you.”

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|| i have made a mistake ;;

     Oh boy. Just what she wanted to deal with at two in the morning after already dealing with a rambunctious group of teen that had literally ripped all the books off a shelf. This poor knight in dark armour was in for a treat – and it was entirely the fire poker currently grasped in her hand. 

               “ Funny, ‘cause it looks to me like you just broke into my library                   at two in the morning. What if I had been naked, huh? You know                   I live on the upper floor, right? “

     She doesn’t live on the upper floor of the library, but the question still stands. With a flourish, she wields the fire poker like a sword. If he wanted to cosplay as a knight, he had better hope he knows how to fight like one, too. 

     Please, Rusch. Stay in character. Don’t leave your mouth hung agape; it hardly       suits the image you wished to leave ‘pon those who lain witness to Midknight’s       rise to glory. 

             ❝ I... Do apologise for the intrusion. ❞

     There you go. That’s more like Midknight. Now you’ve just got to keep the        cool atmosphere present while you diffuse the situation and make it out for        anything  BUT  a rescue mission for your lost device. Though... No, don’t        think about that either.

             ❝ However, I assure you that I did not intend to                  cause any trouble; I only mean to do research                  and be on my way. ❞

      Nothing about what you said was remotely believable and you knew it.         You couldn’t lie to save your own life.