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Whispers: I’ve been moving and still am It may be slow/nothing for a while longer guys i’m really bad about forewarning y’all about this kinda thing.

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   Jaune doesn’t want to listen, he wants to play oblivious, to act as if the other isn’t even THERE–…

   But he found that difficult, given Mercury kept on speaking, and the Faunus wasn’t sure whether he was attempting to help or patronize him. Either way, he finds no reason not to follow such ‘advice’ given the pain he’d already caused himself, and with a slow and cautious movement, he lessens his grip upon the injured arm and pauses his attempt to grasp the hilt of his blade. 

   “Now what?”

   Jaune snaps, but thus far, he follows the other’s advice–no matter how loud his mind was screaming at him to charge. If he could just get his damn scroll, he could contact Ruby and the others–

   But there was no way that arm was going to allow it. He was a sitting duck if Mercury was hiding the truth of his lonely mission. All the Arc can do is keep his eyes peeled and listen around him, to note if accompanying footsteps were near, or even if a branch broke without the presence of critters. 

   “You know an AWFUL LOT about this kind of thing.”

That question wasn’t one Mercury was ready to answer, he’d already stayed here for a suspiciously long amount of time if he was going to leave Jaune to die or be found. Why was the place the blonde’s arm was broken bothering him so much, that same location, half way down.

This was stupid and he was going to get into some shit for it. Yet Mercury was never one to roll over and shut his mouth, even when he really should.

“Alright, just let me-” what did he do, there was NO way Jaune was letting him touch him, fair. If he asked where his little friends were that would just look bad, and he really didn’t want to see them. Mercury seem somewhat conflicted about what to even say next, he didn’t HELP people and he SHOULDN’T be helping these people- but, if he let someone else have what happened to his legs happen to them.

The infection, fighting to keep them, LOSING that fight, he remembered it. Always would. Just an other thing that was taken from him.

“I have experience with limb loss and what comes after you don’t WANT that. If your little friends aren’t rushing here as we speak to help you, your arm is kaput. So either let me help you or that’s your other choice.”

Cinder would KILL him if she found out but, then again Cinder would kill him if she found out a lot of things he did or thought. He probably had a death wish, wouldn’t surprise him. Mercury never thought too much about how he felt.

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“i’m so fucking gay.” (Emerald)

♞ Memes with Merc 

Accepting

“For the last time Em, I swear- I know.” Mercury rolled his eyes, heavily and sat down on one of the stupid festival benches they put up here. It was some girl here wasn’t it, that’s what had her on this kick again, last time it was some cute girl in Mistral when they were there dealing with the fang, now it was some cute girl at the Vytal Festival, the question was could he get her to tell him who it was?

For educational purposes clearly, not for teasing, never for teasing.

“So are you going to tell me what’s got you on this kick again, or do I have to guess her name?” Unless it was just the boss again, it could just be the boss again…but, sometimes she SAW a cute girl.

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   “I didn’t ASK.”

   Jaune hisses, his tone venomous, and his gaze sharp. He refuses to look away from Mercury–he doesn’t trust the guy as far as he could throw him, and Hell if he’d let him get an upper hand just because the Faunus harbored injury. 

   Yet, Jaune knew he was right. He couldn’t win, especially not now. He’s seen Mercury fight–he was fast, too fast, and the Paladin stood no chance against his skillset. This was NOT the position Jaune wanted to find himself in; quite the opposite, really.

   But if HE was lurking, that meant Cinder may be as well.

   The rage in his chest boils, and he completely disregards the warning–and tempts himself to stretch his limb. If there was ANY chance to grab his weapon, he would at least try. With the movement, something pops, and the sudden pain that courses through his arm causes the Arc to gasp and choke upon his breath.

   “D-Dammit–

            What–what do you WANT? If you’re going to hurt me, get it over with.”

This guy must not have had ears or something, yet anything Mercury said he wouldn’t believe him so what was the point. Mercury was ready to turn and walk away, he liked to fight, it was an undeniable fact he like violence  it was comfortable it was how he measured himself. However, this would not be a fight and without Cinder’s explicit orders seemed like a waste of time and blood on his hands it wouldn’t bring him any additional strength, skill or even amusement.

It was just kind of pathetic to watch. That was until he heard the pop. God he knew that sound, he knew it too well, not from an arm though, oh shit.

“Want from YOU? Nothing. You just happened to be in my recon path sucks for you, but, I really don’t feel like going through the trouble of killing you if Cinder’s not around. You’re not worth fighting, especially not like that.” Turn around Mercury, turn around.

“Also, are you STUPID I told you, you’ll lose it, first you’re gripping it too hard now you’re trying to pick up that heavy sword with it. I don’t need to hurt you, you seem to be doing a find job of it yourself, if you don’t set that the tendons could be irreversibly damaged by bone fragmentation, I’m serious.” Merc wasn’t one for technical terms, except, when it came to this, they were terms he’d heard that creep Watts throw around...when they told him his legs were past saving.

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@lepusheart​ continued from  ♞.

Mercury looked around, none of Mr.Blonde’s friends in sight but, the same could be said of Mercury’s allies. So he gave himself a moment, he inspected the wound it was broken near the center of the humerus looked like. This guy clearly should not be out wandering by himself, dust damn, Mercury might have felt bad for him, if he wasn’t a spiraling void of anger and indifference.

The hate in the blonde’s eyes wasn’t surprising, Cinder killed his girlfriend or something if he remembered right. Not that Cinder did.

“I’d watch it if I were you sunshine, you couldn’t win a fight with me on your BEST day and this ain’t it.” he sighed and shook his head, he was clutching that much too tightly.

“If you try to force it to move hard enough, you’ll lose it.” there wasn’t exactly SYMPATHY in his voice, but, it wasn’t a threat either it came from a strange...knowing almost.

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Ren had never experienced an Anima mudslide firsthand, and he was grateful for that, because he hadn’t heard good things about them from anyone who had experienced one. He knew his way around Mistral pretty well, given how he’d basically grown up around it. Himself and Nora. That, combined with his survival skills, meant that they’d survived here long enough to get to Beacon.

He wouldn’t wish being trapped in a mudslide on anyone, so when he saw that there was indeed someone trapped he immediately slide down into the space that had been left by the mudslide and started digging. When he realized he was helping Mercury Black, he stopped briefly in his shock as he tried to process everything. He looked Mercury over, was he alive?

Then he spoke, and Ren regretted wondering if he was alive or not.

That’s a strange way of saying ‘Thanks for saving my life’. Ren thought but didn’t say. And then he didn’t know why he expected Mercury Black of all people to be grateful that Ren had saved his life. It wasn’t exactly in his character. Ren said nothing as he continued digging him out of the drying mud. You had to wait until the mud hardened a little to dig someone out of a mudslide, because if you didn’t you could end up buried as well, and then both of them would need rescuing.  Thankfully the mud was hardened enough that digging him out was easy enough. “We should be okay to climb out without getting buried.”

And then he noticed that Mercury had prosthetic legs. “Can you walk?” He asked. Because he didn’t know if he’d be able to carry Mercury. There had to be a better way out of this. “Are you by yourself?”

Mercury’s body HURT, that wasn’t anything new though, he wasn’t unaccustomed to pain just the opposite. It was his desensitization to these dull aches that made him push his body farther than he should in ordinary circumstances and in one like this doubly so. He needed to get away the LAST thing he wanted was all of Lie Ren’s little buddies showing up with Mercury in the state he was. No thanks.

Mercury pushed himself up with his battered arms, trying to force himself onto his legs, the motors whirred and jammed, the knees locked in place. They weren’t even going to bend in this damn state.He didn’t want to answer Ren, but, he didn't need to he attempted to force himself up on his legs only to be brought back down. If the prosthetic were jammed then the rest of Talaria, the boots were definitely damaged from all that firing earlier.

Damn.

“You dug some shiny trash out of the dirt because you thought it was valuable turns out it’s junk. Why don’t you just leave it where you found it and run along before you get germs on you, I’m sure you’re mommy taught you that.”

Mercury was, defensive, to put it lightly he was more like a cornered wounded animal a glare was resting in his eyes. It wasn’t necessarily directed at just Ren, it was directed at a type of life, a part of the world, one that had left him on a mountain to die by a monster’s hand, or become just like the thing he hated most. Mercury looked at most people this way, if you got to the root of his wrath.

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THINGS I ACTUALLY WROTE IN MY COLLEGE NOTEBOOKS INSTEAD OF TAKING NOTES THIS SEMESTER: sentence starters.

feel free to edit for pronouns/tense, etc. tw / cw for cussing & drug mention & genital mention.

“gay even when not!” 

“yes yes yes yes yes.” 

“you can take a mind picture with your heart.” 

“big pharma is real!” 

“listen to your heart.” 

“a unicorn will suddenly come out of the shark tornado. THE SHARKNADO.”

“let’s go fly a kite.” 

“who is the lesbian?”

“illuminati 5ever.” 

“he was interested in the weather.” 

“what about us? what about everything we’ve been through?”

“no feelies when i’m wearing my heelys.” 

“wow. WoW. WOW. wOW. Wow.”

“oprah was sued by a beef company. wtf was up with that, dude?”

“i wanna dance with somebody.”

“somebody misses you when you’re away.” 

“satan feels pride in the work he does.” 

“take a look. it’s in a book. READING RAINBOW!”

“you make me smile like the sun.”

“hocus pocus or traffic cone? the world may never know.”

“illinois is a state in the united states of america.” 

“country roads, TAKE ME HOME to the place where i BELOOONG.” 

“i want you to be happier.” 

“you can be anything.” 

“it’s weird that some people have conductive genitalia to biologically procreate.” 

“maybe I’M the real slim shady.” 

“throw kindness like confetti.” 

“THINK ABOUT IT.” 

“dream on a star.” 

“i don’t like that, but i trust your decision.” 

“if aliens are real, would the potential to be labeled as invaders stop us from invading?” 

“i’m so fucking gay.” 

“spermatogenesis is a real name for a real thing??”

“try the GREY STUFF. it’s DELICIOUS.”

“you should see me in a C R O W N.”

“monkey see, monkey do. in this case, monkey punches a fucking clown.”

“disregarded and yet still loved.”

“oh what a world.”

“take this with a grain of salt…or a gram of cocaine.”

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So since I have no restraint with Renora and got talking with @stormflowerhonor um take this: @storms-lightning I mean if you want it’s a side blog.

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So since I have no restraint with Renora and got talking with @stormflowerhonor um take this: @storms-lightning I mean if you want it’s a side blog.

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♞ - As a kid Mercury really, REALLY wanted a dog. He never would dream of asking Marcus for one but he had a collection of pictures of them from magazines and such under his bed that sometimes he would just look at when he felt particularly miserable and just picture what petting a dog would be like. It was a simple dream but, for a child with as little as he had growing up it was enough. Even now grown he likes dogs, given his lifestyle he wouldn’t try to get one but you might catch him showing a surprising amount of weakness down on his knees playing with someone’s dog, especially a big dog.

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TAGGED BY:  Stolen. TAGGING:  Steal It.

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ) MJ/Mal TWO ( BIRTHDAY )  May 4th THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ) Taurus FOUR ( HEIGHT )  5′3″ FIVE ( HOBBIES ) Art, Writing, Gaming, Thinking of excuses not to got to work and going anyways, more writing, I write a lot fam. SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S )  Purple SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS )  I used to be super into the Eragon series but I literally haven’t read it since I was a kid so I have no current judgement of it. EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ) Bryce Fox - Horns (STéLOUSE Remix) NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED )  Halloween The original. I think this is the last horror movie my wife made me watch probably, maybe. I don’t pay good enough attention y’all. TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE )  Also a history of parental child abuse (non-physical though). Er is that okay to say? Also I just like him, I like how he fights, I like his demeanor I have a ton of songs I relate to him, I’ve spent too many hours analyzing his character, to quote the memes ‘I just think he’s neat’. ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ) Semblances are a big deal in RWBY and Mercury literally had his stolen, they’re part of who you are therefor part of your soul in that way. Hence, Soul Stolen, PS: Fuck Marcus Black.

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@stormflowerhonor from our plotting session.

The feeling of not being able to breathe well, it wasn’t one Mercury DIDN’T know persay. However, this had been different, it had been a simple round for him making sure they weren’t tailed on the retreat from Haven but something had happened, he had underestimated the rainy season in Anima they were currently in and gotten to close to a ledge that was not nearly as stable as it looked, but, it was more than the ground going out form under him that dragged mercury down. It was slick, mud that pulled his legs down into it the weight and wetness more than he expected and the moment some of the cliff started going down the rest of its side came down as well in a mass of heavy mud and earth.

The weight was in a word crushing, however, it wasn’t the first time Mercury had been placed against a seemingly unmoving opposing force and it wouldn’t be the last, or so he had thought. It had however taken all his strength and firing every round left in his boots to even begin to push his head and one of his arms free from the mas to regain air, it felt like it took hour. Though it was unlikely that was so or he probably would’ve passed out and died, however, shortly after emerging he found himself stuck. The rapid fire from his legs had definitely damaged them under the pressure of the mud and there wasn’t a soul around, he couldn’t scream for Hazel, he wouldn’t and Em was, well she was out of comission, hours of pulling and tugging at the ground with his arm left him exhausted and the pain all over his body only intensifying. Finally he let his forehead rest in the dirt, so this was it, he didn’t pass out from pain his tolerance it was far to high, so he just laid there and waited to die.

Days, days passed. Maybe only 3 or 4, he was shocked no Grimm had shown up but, they weren’t that far from Haven, so perhaps there were preventative measures in place near the school.

Footsteps, Mercury tensed his body trying to ready itself for a fight but, unable to do so in it’s current situation. Damn it. A familiar form cam into vision, oh perfect.

“Oh great, it’s you.”

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♞  - Mercury is only functionally literate, meaning he can read well enough to get by on common signs, things in menus, etc. but if you place a whole book in front of him he’s not going to be able to tell you anything about it unless it has pictures.

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♞  - Have this general starter/plotting call, if I have a good idea I’ll just write you up a starter but, more likely I’ll hit you up in your IMs with some general plotting ideas to see what tickles your fancy. Even if we plot I’ll write the starter since it’s my call unless you wish otherwise.

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(     *     BIRD BOX PROMPTS   !    

feel free to change pronouns / titles as needed !

❛  you must listen as closely as you can.  ❜

❛  if you hear something in the woods, you tell me.  ❜

❛  we should go feel sorry for ourselves with lunch and a bottle of wine.  ❜

❛  i know it’s hard to fall in love with someone you haven’t met yet.  ❜

❛  people have to stop being so stupid.  ❜

❛  maybe we can see better than we thought.  ❜

❛  i think it’s a huge mistake.  ❜

❛  you think everything is a huge mistake.  ❜

❛  we’re never getting out of here. no one’s coming for us.  ❜

❛  that’s something you can’t unsee.  ❜

❛  i’ve seen one. i’ve seen the truth.  ❜

❛  it shall cleanse the world! everyone must look.  ❜

❛  fuck! we’re not gonna make it.  ❜

❛  fuck that. where’s the booze?  ❜

❛  this is truly the happiest place on earth.  ❜

❛  you’re only saying that ‘cause we’re all gonna die.  ❜

❛  how did you guys get so lucky?  ❜

❛  i have a big, big, big, big, big announcement to make.  ❜

❛  here’s an argument: we’re not assholes.  ❜

❛  in the end, there are only two types of people. the assholes and the dead.  ❜

❛  i see one difference between us. i’m never wrong.  ❜

❛  here’s to hoping there is more.  ❜

❛  you do exactly what i say or you die, do you understand me?  ❜

❛  the end of the world makes us do things.  ❜

❛  it’s not the end of the world.  ❜

❛  you had a great visit. we really loved meeting you. now fuck off.  ❜

❛  every contact we had with the outside has brought us death.  ❜

❛  please don’t. please don’t hurt us. please stay away from us.  ❜

❛  what is this for if they don’t have anything to believe in?  ❜

❛  surviving is not living.  ❜

❛  they deserve dreams. they deserve love. they deserve hope.  ❜

❛  call out to me, please. where are you?  ❜

❛  i have so much i want you to see.  ❜

❛  listen for the birds.  ❜

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♞ - Weather update I forgot how long icons take me.

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