#cosmiccanidae

[theotherrookie]

@cosmiccanidae continued from here

Uh oh.

Mark usually did a pretty decent job at keeping a low profile, but he could have never expected this– Well, no, he was a dog person himself. He shouldn't be surprised.

"Uh– I help at the local shelter... So I guess that might be the issue?"

He gave a fanged grin. Unfortunately, his improv skills didn't shine as well as his lightning.

[badmusejail]

@cosmiccanidae pre-voidling Gaster AU

Dr. Gaster pushed himself flat against the wall; eyes barely the size of specks franticly scanning the room as he dared not move, not even breathe.

He was just a scientist--he wasn't associated with the military; he didn't know the procedures for a raid, never expected to be involved in one.

He didn't know why these pirates were here or what they wanted, but he didn't want any part of it!

[chaosmicjelly]

Panting already, Perrine hastened along the busy street, dodged the people that got in her way. In both hands and two helping tentacles, a well-filled bag, which she tightly pressed against her chest.

Occasionally, the small lavender alien threw a glance behind her.

In exactly one of those moments, it happened; she bumped into @cosmiccanidae, stumbled, and eventually landed on her bum.

The bag was now laying on the ground as well, some content scattered next to it; two bags of seaweed chips, a fresh fish, a can of soda..

"Ouch.."

(( hi! nice to meet you! hope you can work with this.

[someflareoutwithlove]

@cosmiccanidae continued from here

“Darn tootin’ I do” Junkrat nodded as he dusted his hands off. He looked back at the dust cloud still settling from his explosion “ya don’t get t’ where I am today with luck alone. Sometimes you need- unluck.” 

[pushspacetocontinue]

@cosmiccanidae - from here 

Raisu eyed Russell with that one flame-orange eye of his. The kid seemed like he was trying to be sympathetic but he was inquiring into an entire can of worms.

"Are you sure you want to go there, boy? It was no simple matter. You may not be ready for the gravity of it."

Russell felt a brief chill run up his back at the way that orange eye looked at him. But he ignored it for the time being. 

“I uh, I asked what happened,” Russell said, as he played with his sleeve briefly. He was going to commit to that even if it did sound really serious, “Even if, even if I, I can’t provide any, any advice or, or help... sometimes it can help to have, to have someone listen... I’m not stammering out, out of hesitating. That’s just, that’s just how I talk.”

[toyboxfriends]

@cosmiccanidae​ wants to play!

Molly threw out her arms to block her friends from getting closer to the stranger roaming the park they were hanging out it. As the group’s only working brain cell when it came to dangerous individuals, it was her responsibility from stopping Pheonica from trying to start polite conversation with them or Trixie from asking where they got the cool knife.

Except she hadn’t stopped Trixie this time.... Cause the smaller child had ducked under her arm.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

@cosmiccanidae - from here

He hadn't even realized just how visibly he'd startled until it was pointed out and he released a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. This guy seemed like he just showed up out of nowhere.

"You shouldn't sneak up on an old man like that," he remarked, trying to brush off that brief moment of surprise. Even though something did smell just ever-so-slightly off about the stranger. And ironically, unbeknownst to him, Bill was the real old man here.

While he kept his face relatively neutral for the time being, he had to admit that accidentally scaring this stranger was actually pretty funny. 

“Sorry about that,” Bill said. “Sometimes I forget just how quietly I tend to move. You don’t look that old to me, but I suppose appearances can be deceiving.” 

After all, he was pretty old himself, but he hardly looked a day over thirty. This one had a very interesting sort of aura about him, and he wanted to know more.

“Well, seeing as we got off on the wrong foot a bit. How about I introduce myself properly? The name’s Bill.”

[castoffyourcrown]

170 cm

((She is just barely taller than him lol.))

[pushspacetocontinue]

"I suppose it can be," Russell said, "Yes, sadly. I mean, they still have each other. For the most part, a lot of the people just go about their lives, do their jobs, enjoy their downtime, hang around with their friends. They just don't have worries anymore, and no thoughts of making others suffer."

There was a smile, but there was a small hint of sadness in those blue eyes.

"And that is the case here, with my guards," Russell said, "Even if they did have their entire will, we don't really have a lot in common, with what we like and other things like that."

Russell then nodded.

"Of course. Why hurt people when I can just protect myself from their assaults?" Russell asked, "Eventually they tire themselves out or my guards can step in while I'm doing that, and I can do the rest."

Russell couldn't help but quirk a brow.

"Others? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean there, sir."

Everyone would find that path, eh? Not if he had anything to say about it...

"They say it's lonely at the top. Those followers of yours aren't much for conversation?" 'And whose fault is that' is what he didn't add on. He couldn't feel sympathy for him when he was the direct cause of any lack of personality these people had.

"A defensive strategy. Your abilities are impressive. It is without saying that your... influence is the most famous, but I have heard there are others."

He was taking every bit of information he gleaned from this conversation and slotting it into the profile he had of Russell, preparing himself.

Talking to an assassination target wasn't standard practice but with any luck it'd put him in a less on guard state than he would've been upon initially answering the door.

[dreamsofalifeold]

"You shouldn’t have seen that." ((I hope you don't mind me sending a three day old meme))

"I didn't see anything!" Shy blurted out. The lie was flimsy and she knew it, but there wasn't much else she could do; when you walk in on a criminal doing...whatever it is that's going on here, you tend to pretend it isn't going on, as a tacit way of begging for your life. Hopefully her pleas didn't fall on deaf ears.

[icangiveyouanything]

*gently sets down new oc rp blog I’m trying out for your consideration*

@cosmiccanidae

[theotherrookie]

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Send 🖋️ and you'll get a random doodle. (Still accepting)

Yes.

[badmusejail]

@cosmiccanidae

Well, WD realized some time after he left that they didn't really plan that whole thing very well. For starters, they didn't pick a time, and secondly, the length of a day varied drastically depending on where you were standing and how you defined it.

Of course he could have called to clarify but seriously, was that his style?

So exactly three Federation-standard days from the moment the arrangement was made, he arrived. The ship was a simple one person distance flyer, a small black thing that had beauty in its simplicity.

The side unfolded and WD stepped out. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he looked exactly the same as he had the last two times.

[toyboxfriends]

cosmiccanidae​:

The old man blinked, taken aback by the request. Ok, he wasn’t in the business of selling children knives either. …Well, that was situation-dependent. It was never too early for kids to learn to defend themselves.

“Ah… this knife is not for you,” he said in a rather notably accented voice, giving an odd look to the supposed ‘potion’, “I keep it with me for… potential emergencies.” Which was true, as vague and suspicious as that may have sounded. It was not his preferred method of combat.

"Oh my!" Pheonica exclaimed, hands moving to cover her own mouth. "What kind of emergencies would you need a knife for?" The rich girl's eyes widened in innocent curiousity.

Before the stranger could speak, Trixie made a 'threateningly creepy' stance and gesture at Feenie as they said in a conspiratorial manner, "Emergencies like the walking dead taking over the woOoOoOoOorld!" With an intentionally wobbly step toward their friend, she groaned and stretched out her arms in an intimidating way, causing the other to shriek and recoil away.

"Noooooooooo!" Pheonica squealed as she failed to hide behind Molly.

[castoffyourcrown]

@cosmiccanidae liked for a starter~

"It's funny...for all that you are, and all that I am, and the fact that we should be enemies by our very nature, I can't bring myself to hate you. Maybe I'm mad for it, but it's true."

[dreamsofalifeold]

"Have anything for October 26th, dearie?"

"In 1859 on that day, the Royal Charter Storm killed at least 800 people in the British Isles. It's also the anniversary of the eradication of smallpox."