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Just My Luck

Roxy woke up to a freezing apartment, as if the heating systems in most of the back alleys weren’t already crap. Though, despite the cold, Roxy already knew that she would have a lot more to deal with since the blizzard started at midnight.

The first thing Roxy did was check on her household companions. She put little booties on her cat to make sure he was warm, and she checked on Dirk who probably hadn’t even known there was a blizzard, and wouldn’t know until he woke up at 5 o’ clock that evening. Then, she checked her cybernetics, but all she got was a quick spark. ‘Nothing is connected to the net’ she reminded herself, before looking in the mirror to see her once bright, electronically lit pink eyes had dulled to a plain brown color.

After that brief maintenance check, Roxy headed down to the Cat and Fizzle, having a feeling that her bar would need a lot more work. Needless to say, the place was a disaster. Lights flickered, luckily staying on for the most part, but the machines behind the bar crackled and fizzled, many of the dispensers running freely, most likely until all the alcohol went out.

‘Shit, shit’ Roxy thought, running behind the bar and trying to stop whatever she could, trying to flip all the emergency switches but many of them had already burnt out by the time she reached them. That’s when Roxy heard someone come through the door, while she was frantically trying to both stop the mess and clean up.

“Uh,” Roxy called out through the chaos, not even giving a glance towards the door, “you’re welcome to stay, but my hands are a little bit full at the moment. There is currently... no alcohol.”

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This Should Be Good

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Caliborn uncovered his face after a rather dramatic face palm, glaring harshly at Roxy as he sat up and pulled the kit as well as the orange juice over to himself. He had to get this over with before his biological painkillers wore off, otherwise that bar would clear out suspiciously fast.

  He took a deep breath before starting to talk again,”No, that’s it,” He made a rather unenthusiastic shooing gesture as he opened up the first-aid kit and starting yanking out gauze by the handful,”Go sing some foul shanties for the boys–they’re gonna need it. The drones are not happy tonight, which means they won’t be either.” He grinned at his comment unintentionally, thinking back on the drones that were surely out of commission at his hand.

    He uncapped the orange juice bottle and started chugging it like wine to a soccer mom after an endless carpool. Water would’ve done him better, considering the substantial blood loss, but water was all too boring after such an exciting night. In a room full of alcohol, he didn’t dare touch the stuff, so orange juice seemed like a perfectly fun and acceptable substitute. He only stopped drinking once it was empty, deciding it was about time he started minding his injuries.

Roxy tried to her best to resist making a disapproving noise at the guy’s comment, her eye even twitched just a little bit due to the sheer force of will she was showing. Her fingers tapped impatiently as she watched, in certain horror, as he chugged the entire bottle of orange juice in front of him, completely disregarding the glass she had set down earlier. 

Her fingers only stopped twitching once he was done, “Oh god here it comes.” she muttered to herself, just before slamming her hand on the table. “Uh, hey, the fuck is your problem dude?” she asked, with utter disrespect.

By all means this violated everything Roxy had worked towards in being a giving citizen of Imperia, but by god this guy was so fucking annoying. The devil himself probably couldn’t irritate Roxy to this point without putting up a good fight, but this guy absolutely rubbed Roxy the wrong way. She just couldn’t describe or understand the anger that she felt, but looking in this fucker’s dead red eyes, she knew that there was no stopping now. 

“I mean, I help you, and you just- ugh!” Roxy clenched her fists as she tripped over every word, unable to control herself, “Why are you the way that you are? Like how could you possibly be this annoying?”

And... unmistakably handsome? Fuck.

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if this is abt me i wont aim 4 the wall next time lmaoo

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABSOLUTELY LEWD THOUGHTS. EVER SINCE SOME BITCH TRIED TO SHOOT ME. IT WAS. VERY RUDE. AND VERY BAD. BUT NOW IT’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. DISGUSTING THINGS. LIKE LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH. OR EVEN. NO I CAN’T EVEN BRING MYSELF TO SAY IT. A MUTUAL EXCHANGE OF TULIPS. I’M DISGUSTING. I CAN’T REMEMBER HER NAME BUT I CAN REMEMBER HER ABSOLUTELY ITCHING TRIGGER FINGER. WHICH IS ENOUGH TO MAKE MY CHEEKS RED. IT’S ABSOLUTELY REVOLTING.

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Roxy’s face twisted into something akin to both confusion and irritation as the man pushed past her and threw himself into a nearby chair. What was this guy’s damage? Sure, losing a leg has never been a fun, happy experience, but there were few patrons (injured or otherwise) as positively foul as this man.

Still, Roxy’s main concern was that his wounds were treated and then hopefully he’ll be on his way, right? He obviously didn’t care for hospitality, so maybe he only came by out of convenience?

She listened with great concern to him as he screamed about his teeth somewhat unnecessarily. Seriously, what was this guy’s issue? Typically, it would take a lot to get past Roxy’s stubbornly generous nature but this guy was just rubbing her the wrong way. For a moment Roxy’s eyes flickered in a way that she hasn’t done for years. Her eyes, if only for a brief moment, searched for a bottle of vodka on the shelf. It was there as usual, but Roxy turned away quickly.

She returned to his table and set the glass of orange juice down and a small first aid kit she had on hand behind the bar.

“Do you need anything else?” she offered out of politeness only.

This Should Be Good

It was a calm night, like any other one. The back alleys were packed with people, chatting and looking above them at the night sky. There was a strange peace, a mutual agreement between the misfits and the scoundrels that they were scraped from the same boots, and could now live together in their makeshift society. 

      But all of that was horseshit, of course. There were always drones running after criminals running after civilians, all of them with the same intentions, at the end of the day. Even with this monotonous cycle that had become the norm, the night was actually far from what people were used to. As people stared above them at the telltale signs of destruction–smoke, rumbling, all of the good stuff–they hardly took notice of the man who limped his way through the alley, despite his obvious intrusion.

        Caliborn trudged his way through the alley, sticking close to the wall, a trail of blood not far behind him. He wiped his forehead of sweat, only smearing blood across it. His mask had been broken–it would need repair–so he tucked it away into his bag to allow himself some discretion. He wasn’t prepared for a fight in the state he was in. Oh, and yeah, his leg was kind of missing. Well, not missing, he knew were it was. Just…not where it was supposed to be. That was fine, though. It was all part of the job, and the job had been a wonderful success. But, after a long shift, everyone needs a drink, and the tantalizing hot pink sign of the Cat and Fizzle was not far off.

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Roxy had half the mind to say, ‘Hey, what the fuck?’ as soon as the man pushed her arm away, but something about him and his very missing leg made her feel a bit more lenient than she may usually be.

“Uh, okay? I’ll get you some orange juice and a uh,” Roxy needed a second to decipher what exactly ‘the shit’ was, but she decided to go with, “first aid kit?”

She was going to give the first aid kit to him regardless. At the rate he was losing blood, this man would be dead before the sun was up. Hopefully, once they stopped all that blood, the man would be in a little bit of a better state of mind, as Roxy blamed his clear disregard for manners on his very missing leg.

She strode back to the Cat and Fizzle door and held it obediently open for the man, still trying her hardest to make sure the injuries sustained.

This Should Be Good

It was a calm night, like any other one. The back alleys were packed with people, chatting and looking above them at the night sky. There was a strange peace, a mutual agreement between the misfits and the scoundrels that they were scraped from the same boots, and could now live together in their makeshift society. 

      But all of that was horseshit, of course. There were always drones running after criminals running after civilians, all of them with the same intentions, at the end of the day. Even with this monotonous cycle that had become the norm, the night was actually far from what people were used to. As people stared above them at the telltale signs of destruction–smoke, rumbling, all of the good stuff–they hardly took notice of the man who limped his way through the alley, despite his obvious intrusion.

        Caliborn trudged his way through the alley, sticking close to the wall, a trail of blood not far behind him. He wiped his forehead of sweat, only smearing blood across it. His mask had been broken–it would need repair–so he tucked it away into his bag to allow himself some discretion. He wasn’t prepared for a fight in the state he was in. Oh, and yeah, his leg was kind of missing. Well, not missing, he knew were it was. Just…not where it was supposed to be. That was fine, though. It was all part of the job, and the job had been a wonderful success. But, after a long shift, everyone needs a drink, and the tantalizing hot pink sign of the Cat and Fizzle was not far off.

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Today was not the most exciting day of Roxy’s life. Sometimes, having a day that isn’t exciting was a blessing in Imperia, but today was not one of those days. The evening had been absolutely draining – drink served after drink served, small talk after small talk – it just seemed like one of those nights that lasted forever.

Exhausted, Roxy decided it was high time she step out for a minute. She grabbed her leather jacket and swung out the front door, though upon looking around, her heart dropped. In front of her, creeping towards her like a zombie was a very injured man, blood dripping down what assumedly used to be a leg. In the dark lighting, he didn’t even look human, but Roxy had dealt with situations like these more times than she’d like to know.

She hurriedly made her way over to the man; it was always difficult for Roxy to find the right thing to say in a lot of these situations, especially if she’s never met the person before.

“Hey, I work at the Cat and Fizzle, and we have some first aid stuff on hand, let me patch you up a bit there.” she offered simply, trying her best to both respect his boundaries and offer medical help which he needed desperately. Roxy offered her arm for support as she made her claim, but whether he took up the offer or not was now in his hands.

This Should Be Good

It was a calm night, like any other one. The back alleys were packed with people, chatting and looking above them at the night sky. There was a strange peace, a mutual agreement between the misfits and the scoundrels that they were scraped from the same boots, and could now live together in their makeshift society. 

      But all of that was horseshit, of course. There were always drones running after criminals running after civilians, all of them with the same intentions, at the end of the day. Even with this monotonous cycle that had become the norm, the night was actually far from what people were used to. As people stared above them at the telltale signs of destruction–smoke, rumbling, all of the good stuff–they hardly took notice of the man who limped his way through the alley, despite his obvious intrusion.

        Caliborn trudged his way through the alley, sticking close to the wall, a trail of blood not far behind him. He wiped his forehead of sweat, only smearing blood across it. His mask had been broken–it would need repair–so he tucked it away into his bag to allow himself some discretion. He wasn’t prepared for a fight in the state he was in. Oh, and yeah, his leg was kind of missing. Well, not missing, he knew were it was. Just…not where it was supposed to be. That was fine, though. It was all part of the job, and the job had been a wonderful success. But, after a long shift, everyone needs a drink, and the tantalizing hot pink sign of the Cat and Fizzle was not far off.

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“Hey it’s no problem, I love coming out here as much as you do. I feel like we never get to see each other when we’re in the city. It’s always so busy at work, and then there’s Dirk and...” Roxy trails off, giving Rose a sheepish grin and a shrug. She knew she didn’t have to explain every little reason they were so busy all the time, it was time to enjoy the moment.

After glancing over Rose’s materials she offers a tentative smile, “Uh, vaguely? not a whole lot of botany to be done in Imperia. I mean, it’s definitely green, and maybe... pointy? I don’t know.” She looked to her sister for a little bit of help. Roxy may help her sister with this stuff regularly, but her knowledge on spells and herbs was minimal compared to that of her sister’s. Roxy was more of a tech witch, if that could be considered the same thing.

Witching Hour

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The roar of Roxy’s motorcycle engine seemed to be the only thing stirring the quiet of the countryside as she raced down the now abandoned highway. Her sister’s arms were wound tightly around her waist as she coasted through the very rural outskirts of the city.

Their surroundings were unlike any other in Imperia, lush forests surrounded the single street; forests with real, naturally growing trees and real, naturally occurring dirt and grass. Telephone poles which had long been out of service flew past, each structure just silhouettes against the brilliant pink and purple sky. Even the sky seemed unreal to the two city girls, unburdened by skyscrapers which blocked out the sun. This was truly a magical place.

Roxy slowed to a stop as they approached an old farmhouse, she slid off her helmet and took in the view. This was like their second home, a place where they could get away from Crockercorp and the rebels. This place belonged to their family, meant for the peaceful craft of magick practiced by their family for generations. Of course, they weren’t making things levitate or turning things into frogs, this was more of a time for spiritual meditation and healing. Roxy turned to her sister and smiled, satisfied with a safe trip out.

Getting out of the city was always a favored activity for Rose- fauna and fresh air always brought a sweet reprieve from the stifling atmosphere that Imperia held. Truly, the farm and area surrounding it was her favorite place to disappear to, when she was able. Nobody but the Lalondes ever came out here, so there was a guarantee of being alone and finding your peace, no matter how fleeting.

The moment the motorcycle was stopped and Rose was able to hop off, she took her own helmet off- placing it on the seat of the vehicle before taking a deep inhale of the air. Oh, how good the fresh air felt after what felt like eons of breathing in what tainted bullshit filled the streets of Imperia. Rose would live out here, if she could.

She returned the smile to her sister, a small hum and a brief moment of stretching before she’s pulling her bag off her shoulder to peer inside.  “Thank you for bringing me out here, Roxy. If I knew how to drive I would have just came myself, but either way it’s nice to spend time with you.”  A small bundle of spell components comes out of the bag, being held in the palm of her hand and looked over before she speaks again. “You know what rosemary looks like, right?”

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Witching Hour

The roar of Roxy’s motorcycle engine seemed to be the only thing stirring the quiet of the countryside as she raced down the now abandoned highway. Her sister’s arms were wound tightly around her waist as she coasted through the very rural outskirts of the city.

Their surroundings were unlike any other in Imperia, lush forests surrounded the single street; forests with real, naturally growing trees and real, naturally occurring dirt and grass. Telephone poles which had long been out of service flew past, each structure just silhouettes against the brilliant pink and purple sky. Even the sky seemed unreal to the two city girls, unburdened by skyscrapers which blocked out the sun. This was truly a magical place.

Roxy slowed to a stop as they approached an old farmhouse, she slid off her helmet and took in the view. This was like their second home, a place where they could get away from Crockercorp and the rebels. This place belonged to their family, meant for the peaceful craft of magick practiced by their family for generations. Of course, they weren’t making things levitate or turning things into frogs, this was more of a time for spiritual meditation and healing. Roxy turned to her sister and smiled, satisfied with a safe trip out.

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Terezi ==> Begin Story

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Terezi let out a quiet “Thank you,” picking up the glass and taking a small sip from it. The water was cold and refreshing and shocked her mouth that had previously held the metallic taste of blood. She took another slow sip, then another until she had finished the glass of water.

The brunette leaned forward in her seat, attempting to catch the girl’s attention. “Hey,” she called out quietly, her throat sore, “Could I please get some more water?” Sure, asking for more water didn’t seem like a big step, but at least it was a step.

“Sure thing, pumpkin.” Roxy grabbed a pitcher of ice water and poured it carefully into Terezi’s glass. She looked up tentatively, looking at the girl whose face was still hardened with pain. 

“It has to be hard you know, fighting out in this world with no allies. If I were out there fightin’ the power, or whatever it is you do, I would want someone to at least talk to.”

Roxy sets the pitcher down with a clunk on the counter, “But I wouldn’t know anything about that,” she shrugged, “I’m just a silly bartender who likes to patch people up sometimes. No crazy adventures to be had here. Just good stories.” She smiled cheerfully and idly began to wipe the counter down, clearly not really cleaning anything, just sorta stalling in front of Terezi.