novas-sebastian-solace

[novas-sebastian-solace]

[OOC: Good Lord, I've got quite a few asks to catch up on]

[Alright]

[Cracks knuckles]

[It's sketching time]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

MR. SOLACE, I HAVE A TRADE OFFERING

You recieve: my Blahaj plushie

I recieve: a flashlight

Accept trade?

"..."

"Ugh, fine. Just this once and only because I think the kids would be happy to have something more than just the radio."

[novas-sebastian-solace]

HAI HELLO IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!

/ref

"Well, I'm delighted to be such a joy for you to come across."

"Even if I can't quite say the same about you."

[novas-sebastian-solace]

[OOC GOOD LORD PEOPLE YALL CAME IN FAST]

[I'm gonna start closing up my inbox at night because oh boy, this was unexpected. I'll try to get to these soon as I can theydies and gentlethems <3]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

Welcome to the blog dear expendable. How about we go over some ground rules before I let you all run rampant, shall we?

[First and foremost, as stated above; this is a fan run blog. Information is not going to be Canon accurate and in fact, my AU involves a LOT of my friend's OCs! So you'll see mentions of them!]

[This is a single user blog ran by @novasolstarr (yours truly). The owner of this blog at this current time is 17. Please keep this in mind when submitting asks or RP responses]

[Roleplay starters are welcomed and encouraged!! Feel free to attach art with it as well if you'd like as I too respond with art (or at least try to!)]

[You are free to thrash and throttle Sebastian around. Beat the shit out of him as you like!!! Let's just.. not kill him please <3]

[Ship related starters are very tentative but I am fine to do OC x Canon related questions and asks]

[You are welcome to speak with Handyman and Saboteur Sebastian both. I'm open to jumping around my timeline a bit [: ]

[OOC Text will be represented with brackets for easier reading!]

[While this blog is primarily Sebastian centered, you are free to harass Eyefest, Painter, and Pandemonium]

[I think that's all I have for today, and on that note]

Welcome into the shop. Enjoy your stay, but I advise against lingering about too long

[novas-sebastian-solace]

How tall is Sebastian like 10 ft tall? Or?

"When you.. wonderful people come into my shop; yes, I stand at 3 meters roughly. Most other times however.."

"I would estimate myself to be closer to 2 to 2.5 meters. What? You people think carrying all that weight in such an awkward position all the time is fun? I've got back problems as is, I don't need any more."

[3 meters is about 10 feet yes! 2-2.5 is 7-8ft [: ]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

*There was a plate of freshly steamed empanadas and a family sized bag of sour patch kids. Where the hell did this come from? No idea. The empanadas seem harmless, and the candy bag looks untampered.*

Eat?

[Yes] [No]

~7

"It seems trusting enough.."

"Why not,"

[OOC: Oh yeah, I'm finally getting back to it. IM MAKING IT MY TIME DAMNIT, IM FINALLY GETTING THE BLOG GOING AGAIN]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

OOC [THE WRITING BRAIN AND MOTIVATION IS BACK SHITASSES, ITS TIME TO REFINE MY DRAFTS AND COME AFTER ALL OF YOU 🫵]

[No one in my inbox will be safe from my wrath]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

OOC Post Real Quick [Oh man you guys are filling the ask blog quick LMAO]

[I sincerely apologize for the time it takes me to do this. Unfortunately my brain does not like starting these out with just text blogs. Does it take longer? Yes. Do I find it more enjoyable? Also yes]

[Apologies for it though, I'm working on it I swear {': ]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

"So you are one of the rare good ones," the mutant commented, a surprisingly warm smile across his features.

It was awful nice to finally meet an expendable that didn't pull a flash beacon to his eyes, try climbing on him, or make themselves a nuisance in any other numerous ways.

He gasped in an overdramtic manner, pulling his clawed hand back after their little deal had been shaken on. "Ah, of course, where are my manners."

"The name's Sebastian Solace, your friendly Blacksite merchant. You'll find my wares should be.. suitable for your journey down here at the facility," he explained himself, clicking his claws together thoughtfully. "It would be rude if I didn't ask the same back stranger. I like to know who I'll be dealing with after all."

Stumbling his way in a oddly dressed ex-expendable climbed his way through the vent "damn it ' he muttered before halfway sliding into the shop .

"oh hey sup " he spoke holding a box of fresh cooked food for the big fish man.

- @fountian-of-youth

There was a long pause of silence with the sudden introduction, opening his mouth to begin to usual dialogue.

"Welcome to the sh- What is that?" he leaned down closer to the strange expendable,

"It...smells heavenly."

[novas-sebastian-solace]

The clicking of his claws stopped suddenly, unease burrowing itself deep into his stomach. He felt sick listening to the other drone on, stammereingwhile moving back an inch or two.

As if it would somehow be enough distance to not hear his voice.

His fins twitched with each tap. His heartbeat rattled his chest, seeming in tune with the irritating sound.

"How could I remember someone.." he became unsure, directing the question more to himself, "I've never met?"

Any semblance of false confidence crackled away with the screaming in his head growing louder, moving back once again.

"I assure you there's nothing to jog. I've never seen you," he was trying to convince himself.

He was running out of room to move anywhere, pressed back to the wall by nothing more than words. A deep-rooted fear, almost instinctual by now. Something that told him this is dangerous. This presence was dangerous. This man was dangerous.

He was cornered. The room seemed to grow smaller. He felt suffocated, restrained, unable to do anything but think. It was a feeling uncomfortably familiar to him. Why was he acting like this. He could easily crush this individual. Nothing actually held him down.

He gritted his teeth, his lip twisted into a snarl, but his eyes showed fear.

"That isn't my name-"

"What would your poor old mother say?"

Those words rung out in his head the loudest. His breathing stilled. His heart seemed to stop. His body went rigid.

When you've cornered an animal and left it with no where to run, you've left it with only one option.

It was impossible to see when he moved. His claws clung to the man with a fierce grip, shoving him down to the ground with little hesitation now. Serrated teeth were bared inches from his face, a wild look far from anything human in the mutants eyes.

"DONT YOU EVER MENTION HER."

Even now, his shaking hands only had a firm hold. He could crush him right now and yet couldn't. Who did this bastard think he was.

[He enters the room, unaware of Sebastian at first before freezing when he senses the others presence]

"what th.."

[He trails off and stares up at Sebastian, a look of malice on his face when he does.]

"Z-13."

[There is a slight snarl in his voice, hand moving to his pocket where he keeps his gun.]

@damien-thedoctor

The merchant had been ready to begin his typical slew of dialogue, his half-assed greeting cut short hearing the use of his number. It was like having cold water thrown onto him, his jagged lip turning into a snarl. 'Great, it's one of these kinds of people'.

"Oh what a lovely guest we have here today," he spoke in a low voice, clasping his claws together while studying the intruder below, "tell me, friend, exactly...what brings an individual such as yourself to my humble shop," he gestured his clawed hand around to the shabby space.

His eyes were narrowed and watchful, his talons clicking together methodically.

"Better question," he started, angling himself awkwardly to keep his head out of the easiest line of sight, "how quick of a draw are you?"

[The absolutely VIVID idea I got as soon as I read this. How could you already get my hyped like that]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

*An expendable in a black hoodie crawls through the vent to your shop, taking a minute to breathe before looking up at you *They stare for... an uncomfortable amount of time, frankly, with an unreadable expression on their face

... You are the most stunning specimen I have ever seen, in multiple ways, all of which are intended as compliments.

He didn't even get a chance to start before the compliment rolled in, sputtering gibberish with a blank expression. He seemed a bit uncomfortable with the staring.

"I...uh.."

"Thank you?"

[novas-sebastian-solace]

[a ruzhe wiggles itself through vent to the shop, then jumps happily towards sebastian]

:D!!

A yell of surprise left him with the creature jumping towards him, catching it easily and holding it out in front.

"Oh my gods what even are you," he spoke with stifled laughter, bringing the creature closer to his face.

[Sebastian caught letting up on his asshole act in 20k]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

An expendable crawls through the vents. She straightened up her uniform. Dusting it off before waving up at Sebastian.

"Hey Big Blue!"

His typical grin seemed to falter quickly as he realized who it was in his shop, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"Hello Casey, what havoc are you bringing in today?" he asked with the slightest hint of worry about what would follow. Something always seemed to follow this one.

[novas-sebastian-solace]

The mutant was careful and cautious, something about this one seemed.. disturbingly familiar. Like a vague dream or, more accurately, a nightmare.

"An educated guess. I mean, unless you have some loose flash drives in those pockets there's little else I can think of for someone to dig through them," he paused to focus back on the individual in front of him, "especially someone like yourself. Truthfully how inconsiderate of a guest, barging in and you don't even use my name. I'm hurt."

He exaggerated his tone and movements, really playing up the character. In the end, it was just to mask the sinking dread that creeped into him. Who was this? Where did he know them from? Why did they set off every alarm bell in his head?

The questions floated as he carried on the conversation.

"Well hiding my shop too well is bad for business. Most don't typically make it so far. With how you are, I'm in awe you've gotten here yourself," he scoffed, though the attitude wouldn't last long after hearing the next line of questioning.

His posture went rigid, studying the other intently. No, they hadn't come through before, he'd recognize someone that distinct. But how could..

"Been awhile.. I'm sorry my friend but I don't think we've met before. I would recall a face like yours if we had," he spoke dryly; but his flickering esca, twitching ear fins, and anxious claw clicking would give him away to perceptive eyes.

[I apologize for getting a bit wordy. I get a tad bit excited and then the next thing I know I go from a few sentences to a whole book oops]

[He enters the room, unaware of Sebastian at first before freezing when he senses the others presence]

"what th.."

[He trails off and stares up at Sebastian, a look of malice on his face when he does.]

"Z-13."

[There is a slight snarl in his voice, hand moving to his pocket where he keeps his gun.]

@damien-thedoctor

The merchant had been ready to begin his typical slew of dialogue, his half-assed greeting cut short hearing the use of his number. It was like having cold water thrown onto him, his jagged lip turning into a snarl. 'Great, it's one of these kinds of people'.

"Oh what a lovely guest we have here today," he spoke in a low voice, clasping his claws together while studying the intruder below, "tell me, friend, exactly...what brings an individual such as yourself to my humble shop," he gestured his clawed hand around to the shabby space.

His eyes were narrowed and watchful, his talons clicking together methodically.

"Better question," he started, angling himself awkwardly to keep his head out of the easiest line of sight, "how quick of a draw are you?"

[The absolutely VIVID idea I got as soon as I read this. How could you already get my hyped like that]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

[He enters the room, unaware of Sebastian at first before freezing when he senses the others presence]

"what th.."

[He trails off and stares up at Sebastian, a look of malice on his face when he does.]

"Z-13."

[There is a slight snarl in his voice, hand moving to his pocket where he keeps his gun.]

@damien-thedoctor

The merchant had been ready to begin his typical slew of dialogue, his half-assed greeting cut short hearing the use of his number. It was like having cold water thrown onto him, his jagged lip turning into a snarl. 'Great, it's one of these kinds of people'.

"Oh what a lovely guest we have here today," he spoke in a low voice, clasping his claws together while studying the intruder below, "tell me, friend, exactly...what brings an individual such as yourself to my humble shop," he gestured his clawed hand around to the shabby space.

His eyes were narrowed and watchful, his talons clicking together methodically.

"Better question," he started, angling himself awkwardly to keep his head out of the easiest line of sight, "how quick of a draw are you?"

[The absolutely VIVID idea I got as soon as I read this. How could you already get my hyped like that]

[novas-sebastian-solace]

A grin crossed his features, holding out his third claw to the expendable before he spoke.

"I will happily collect any excess supplies you need for this cooking habit of yours, and in return I ask for nothing more than a portion of whatever you make with them," he said plain and simply, not even adding anything about data or excess information. "Food is hard to come by here, good food is even harder, and I'm sure certain things are a pain for you to gather. So I'd be happy to offer some services in exchange for a decent meal."

It felt like a good trade off for him, at least this particular expendable hasn't been a nuisance either. Quite the opposite of it. He did add a small warning onto his offer.

"I will say, I wouldn't really attempt to tamper with anything. You'd be surprised by how sturdy I can be, and many things have an awful distinct taste, so I will know," he hissed the last few words, his sneer quickly softening back into his friendly.. enough grin.

[He's a little hungry, seemed like a perfect opportunity :3]

Stumbling his way in a oddly dressed ex-expendable climbed his way through the vent "damn it ' he muttered before halfway sliding into the shop .

"oh hey sup " he spoke holding a box of fresh cooked food for the big fish man.

- @fountian-of-youth

There was a long pause of silence with the sudden introduction, opening his mouth to begin to usual dialogue.

"Welcome to the sh- What is that?" he leaned down closer to the strange expendable,

"It...smells heavenly."