#goldenmedic

[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ ♥ @goldenmedic ⌟ ―― Baroness Caitlyn & Alexis ► 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 = ❝ Only if you'd like. Maybe a case of mistaken identity and Baroness thinks Alexis is someone else or if you have another idea that's fine too of course: REVERSED [  CHAINS  ]   receiver’s muse wakes up with their arms chained above their heads and sender’s muse is standing in front of them, waiting for them to wake up. ((Alexis being the one chained up)) ❞

Caitlyn tugged at her leather jacket, pulling it off of her shoulders, and arranged it over a chair where a table lay, adored with several different instruments of torment. Her red tank top was adorned with a red buckle top that rested against her shoulders. A chain draped from the left top down to her right hip as she started to pull off her gloves. Precision was the key to torture, knowing just how to make someone sing without killing them. What use would this person be if she just stabbed and mauled and sent him into shock so he couldn't talk? No, there was an artistic design to torture that had to be balanced. Providing just enough means of a push without throwing someone over the edge that they would slur their speech and be useless.

The gloves would only hinder her ability, she had to know just the right amount of pressure to apply. Her hands grabbed her chair, tugging on it as the scrapping screeching sound echoed in the room. "come on now," Caitlyn said, patting the side of their face, oddly sweet in her actions despite the fact they were hanging from the ceiling and their feet unable to touch the ground. She dropped down into the chair, waiting til finally, the other started to rouse from their sleep. "Finally, I was starting to think they drugged you a little too much," Caitlyn smiled, her hands folded over her stomach, and leather-bound legs crossed as she tapped her foot in the air.

The room was dark, stone walls all around without any windows to view outside. A single door was visible behind Caitlyn, closed for now. Despite the dark stone walls, some neon lights provided enough ambiance to see without being overbearing to the eyes. "Let's see those eyes, and how about you give me a name,"

[oculusxcaro]

Had a random thought/question and decided to toss it out there. Is your muse religious? Spiritual? Why, or why not?

Khare has never been one for religion although her parents practised different faiths. Luckily they never tried to force her to follow either one, only to respect other beliefs which she still does to this very day. On one hand, her parents having different faiths is probably what contributed to her not being religious herself - both can't be right, not when they're so different and while she and her siblings participated in holidays as children, Khare grew out of it, especially once her parents parted ways.

Spiritually her beliefs have taken a heavy blow. Before she was vaguely agnostic, that maybe both can't be right but perhaps one or another was, that there's a caring God looking down upon the world but now she's certain there's not. Her time in captivity under Prometheus dashed those naive hopes, watching unspeakable horrors unfold. If God was watching that day, he certainly didn't seem to mind when so many died or mutated, when the Mennonite girl begged for salvation only to mutate into a monstrosity right there and there. Some might say her escape was due to divine intervention, that a guardian angel was watching over her but Khare scoffs at the idea, that of all the people taken by the facility, why was she the only one to be saved? When there were many others more deserving who were younger and more innocent, with lives of their own that had so much more meaning than hers if God gave a shit? Then there were the horrors in the mountains and surrounding woodlands, being stalked and hunted by creatures even Hell couldn't dream up. Khare hasn't lent a thought to religion or spirituality since, because if there is judgement in the afterlife, she deserves everything coming her way.

[chiropterx]

❛   door .   hold  a  door  open 

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

The room practically trembles as Man-Bat snarls, heavy door rattling in the wake of the immense bat's fury as he grips the handle and tries forcing it open. It doesn't and Man-Bat's fury becomes incandescent. It's not locked, he knows this and grows irate as to why it refuses to yield to his claws, even when he tries forcing the handle the other way. Damn this stupid cage! So fixated is Man-Bat on getting out of the building he'd accidentally trapped himself inside that he's surprised when a human wearing glasses steps into the room, small warm hands slipping past his furry bulk to reach the handle. Man-Bat doesn't attack. He vaguely remembers this dark-haired person, scurrying through the twisted tunnels outside some nights ago, when he'd found the shiny can that sprayed purple air. The bat grunts, shifting his wingspan so that the human can actually reach the handle and Man-Bat watches as... the person pulls the handle, door obediently swinging open. Huh, so doors opened in more ways than outwards? Man-Bat would have to remember this in future, and so the bat chirruped a grumpy thanks, satisfied that the door would no longer cage him inside this building. Shuffling past awkwardly as though he knew out to get out all along, Man-Bat brushes past Alexis, clambering up the chain fence until his wingspan can fully spread out before taking to the skies. How embarrassing. That would be the last time he'd enter one of man's caves for a while!

[adenial]

ㅤㅤ"ㅤa dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't . guilt will not purify it .ㅤ"ㅤ- @goldenmedic

[freedomsbounty]

@goldenmedic asked: At Vi (Alexis is old enough to have seen Vander at the Last Drop as well as Vi/etc as a random note): ❛ is it really you? ❜

The voice threw her off guard for a moment as she had been minding her own business after trashing some idiots in a brawl. They thought they could easily win over her for money but found out it was their loss. That also included the money from their pockets while they laid out cold. Vi took it all as part of the payment for troubling her. She she was pocketing things, she heard the voice and turned slowly Her hands remained at her sides before light blue eyes spotted the person. Someone she had not recognized in so long. Someone who had been around The Last Drop when she had been a kid and someone who likely would recognize her from what people thought was death. "Think I'm a ghost? Yeah, it's me. I'm not fucking dead like everyone thought."

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ――  ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ & ᴀʟᴇxɪs 「 @goldenmedic 」 ≣ Cinnamon Roll meme = ❝ from Alexis: Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll ❞

After the number of times she's ran into Alexis in precarious situations, it almost seemed amusing there wasn't some kind of 'cinnamon roll in dangerous situations' option. "Well, at least you know I can handle myself and help the both of us in a situation," Still she couldn't help but smile a little bit at the kind words on the paper.

[gauntlets-shot]

which of your muses has / would have the most complicated coffee order? which of your muses is most likely to believe in ghosts? which is the least?

q's for a multimuse | accepting

22. which of your muses has / would have the most complicated coffee order?

Caitlyn, hands down. Most of the time she will have her coffee nearly black (just a tiny splash of cream and sugar) but if she feels like splurging, she will get an espresso and list out the exact measurements of everything. You know damn well she will know if the barista gave her too much or too little of something and sure, she could make it herself but even she knows her hands aren't steady enough for that.

23. which of your muses is most likely to believe in ghosts? which is the least?

Vi is most likely to believe in ghosts while Caitlyn is the least likely to. Vi doesn't actually delve deep into all that stuff but if something falls over on its own, she will wholeheartedly believe it's a ghost trying to get her attention and she will investigate the account further. Most of the time she thinks it's Vander or her brothers saying hi to her or guiding her somewhere. Caitlyn on the other hand doesn't believe in ghosts because she believes in cold, solid evidence, meaning she has to see a ghost to believe it. Despite their differences, Caitlyn never argues Vi on the topic since she understands why she believes what she believes.

[fallenclan]

JUST A LITTLE WONDERO... but in a world where roles were swapped, would apple decide to follow in her father's pawsteps n become a meddie, leaving silver to become a warrior? also i forget where this would be in the timeline (given that it happens), but IMAGINE if her mom died so she switched paths... such thoughts, such wonders

OOO this is such a good concept. Applebranch was always pretty hyper and troublesome so I think it would be more likely that Maplethorn would be a medicine cat, given he was always the chillest of the three, but on the other hand Applebranch DID really look up to/idolize her dad when she was a kit so maybe she would be a med cat anyway... having Thoughts

[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ @goldenmedic ⌟ ―― Caitlyn & Alexis ❝ Life could be strange at times, and lead to entirely unexpected encounters. Alexis had been strolling down a side street of Zaun, and had paused just long enough to collect a half smoked cigarette from the edge of a wooden box tossed haphazardly to hear a sound that they knew entirely too well. Head tilting a bit they glanced down a section that was a bit too big to be an alleyway yet too small to be a full side street. It was more of a convenient shortcut for cargo than anything else, and a good spot for ambushes as well. The sound of course had been someone that was hurt.

Stepping towards the cargo path Alexis blew on the cigarette before placing it between their lips, and lighting it. Softly they murmured in Ionian. “Just walk away. You know better than to get involved in some silliness. This is Zaun. Walk. Away.” Taking a drag off of the cigarette Alexis hesitated, and than turned away privately deciding whoever was down there was likely dead anyways. Another sound of pain slid through the air however, and Alexis let out a long soft sigh.

They had always just wanted to be a doctor.

Turning back Alexis headed down the cargo path, until finally finding Caitlyn. Staring down at the woman Alexis took another puff off of their smoke. “Not at all how I was expecting my day to go finding someone like you down here, but than I highly doubt you are having the day you expected either.” Their voice wasn’t so much uncaring as flat, and dry. It matched their nearly expressionless face, but somehow it wasn’t threatening exactly. Eyes not predatory, but wary and flattened. Almost like an Enforcer who had been on the job for years, and had seen so much people wondered how they had managed not to fall into a bottle yet and stay there. Their appearance could best be summed up as androgynous. Cheekbones that seemed feminine, and hands to match. Torso covered by a button up shirt, and a coat that made them seem bulkier and their shoulders broader while not showing any real sign of breasts. A stance that was confident, and at ease no matter were they might go. Hair cut short enough not to be pulled back into a pony trail, or some other similar thing yet long enough strands fell down over their eyes that were covered by black rimmed glasses. Man? Woman? You could call them either really, and those around would likely shrug.

“Fuck me. I really need to learn to mind my own business. Ahhh, *Saru mo ki kara ochiru. Look I’m a trained medic. My name is Alexis Ogata, and I’m going to help you. Just relax, and let me look you over and I’ll get you fixed up.” Tossing their cigarette to one side they held up a hand making a soothing motion as their other hand slipped into their coat, and pulled out a sizable first aid kit. Crouching down Alexis moved in closer to Caitlyn. “Can you talk? You know where you are? Your name? And let’s see some of these injuries.”

*Even monkeys fall from trees/Everyone makes mistakes ❞

Caitlyn hissed as she pushed herself up against the wall of the alleyway. Her hand pressed against her abdomen when the blade had penetrated right through fabric and leather. "Vi is going kill me," She whispered more to herself. Can't say the others were that well off though, while Caitlyn did not actively participate in violence (preferring words over fists), she also wasn't going to just stand aside and just let them think she would just roll over and let them kill her. Caitlyn reached over, tugging off her backpack when her eyes flashed in the direction of the person heading toward her. Her instinct was to threaten, in her state, it was like a wounded deer and wolves could smell blood. "I'm fine," Caitlyn said, as she shifted before hissing again, flinching in pain as she lowered her hand down seeing the blood against her palm. "It's just… a scratch," Which was a blatant lie if any, but honestly she didn't know if she could trust them.

Their emotionless tone didn't leave for much comfort either, as she was grabbing the top of her bag open, trying to find the med kit of hers. She paused when they started to speak another language, trying to process exactly what happened at that moment. "Either I'm really lucky, or this is a very twisted joke," Caitlyn said, though she tried to take the more positive outlook that she would have helped. Alexis, she planted the name in her mind as she watched them pull out a kit as if they expected to be of use in their walk today.

"I can talk," Caitlyn said as she slowly moved her hand away from the stab wound on her waist. "I'm Caitlyn, and I'm in Zaun. Just… had a bit of a tiff with some people," Caitlyn explained as she reached in to gather her medic kit and dropped it down between her legs. "In case you need something else," Caitlyn offered. She never went anywhere without it, old habits from her academy training. She no longer was an enforcer, she had left that behind. But she still carried the important knowledge that came from it; including first aid care on the scene as well as hand-to-hand combat. It proved of use from time to time. "Thank you," Caitlyn said as she looked toward the other and genuinely meant it. "For helping,"

[oculusxcaro]

From Alexis? 📸

SEND 📸 FOR MY MUSE TO TEXT YOUR MUSE AN IMAGE FROM THIS RANDOM GENERATOR.

[KM]: Did you find yourself a new apartment yet? [KM]: Found this place not far from the diner. Looks cheap enough but it's also kind of creepy the way everybody else's windows are closed with blinds. If you do decide to check it out, don't be afraid to wave when I'm passing by!

[adenial]

ㅤㅤ"ㅤi do enjoy hippos , though ,ㅤ"ㅤthat was also intentional .

ㅤㅤ"ㅤi wish zaunites were real .ㅤ"

[cxpperhead]

Italicize what your muse likes. Bold what they love. Strikethru what they hate.

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TAGGED BY: Stole it from an old blog! TAGGING: @arkhmlcst, @belost-the-watcher, @defectivexfragmented, @faultbound, @goldenmedic, @smilingmxsk, @the-arkham-librarian, @themckaytriarchy and anybody else who'd like to do it?

Taste:

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Wholewheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavour

Touch:

Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes

Scent:

Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound:

Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping

Sight:

Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stained glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes | Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

[freedomsbounty]

@goldenmedic asked: For Sevika, maybe Sevika thinks Alexis was involved with something and it's a mistaken identity thing: “  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

Blood had already been spilled earlier in the day by Sevika's own hand. Her blade had a taste for it as much as her anger did in defiance of what had occurred. Someone had thought it prudent to steal shimmer right out from under her nose from her shipments. That would not stand and by the time Sevika had tracked the person down, she had been thrown onto Alexis likely as bait. A bait and switch tactic and one the jaguar did not appreciate all that much.

Looking down at the woman, she smirked knowing well if she wished to make someone scream she could. It just took her being far more animalistic than people ever would think she was capable of. Flicking her wrist a bit, she allowed the blade to extend from her left hand before placing the edge along Alexis' throat.

"Then tell me why someone decided to use you as their scapegoat, hm?"

[elisethetraveller]

"❂"

From; Get a confession

"I get it. Sometimes violence is just...easier. Cleaner. It even feels good." Elise shrugged. "And feeling like that makes you feel like you're rotten on the inside. And the worst thing is...It doesn't go away. The rot just stays there."

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ――  𝕮ᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ & 𝕬ʟᴇxɪs 「 @goldenmedic 」 ≣ I HATE YOU, BUT = ❝ from Alexis: did you really think i was that heartless? ❞

"What would make you think that?" Caitlyn asked as she raised a brow in clear confusion at the person who spoke up. Alexis had never seemed heartless to her; yes their speech at times could be monotone and hard to determine if they were happy or sad. Sometimes, it was just flat like a note left to drone on until a finger was lifted off the keyboard. But none of that meant that they were heartless. She wondered if she had said something to make it misunderstood, or perhaps something she might have done. She could be blunt at times, and rude by some choice words of other people.

"If I have given you any reason to think that, it was not my intention. A heartless person who not have helped me as many times as you have. I appreciate it more than I can express," Caitlyn said, as she settled down in a chair to give them her full attention. "Sometimes I miss… cues or I say something that is misconstrued the wrong way, so I'm sorry for that," Caitlyn reached over and placed a hand on their shoulder. "But you're not heartless, you've been a valued friend,"

[gauntlets-shot]

[ greyhound ]  if they could have a dinner with just one person ( dead or alive ) who would they choose? [ planter's punch ]  how long does it take to befriend them?

cocktail quiz | accepting

[ greyhound ]  if they could have a dinner with just one person ( dead or alive ) who would they choose?

...this one's pretty obvious, isn't it? Vi would have one last dinner with Vander again and they don't even have to talk. The idea of just seeing him across the table, on the other side of the couch, where ever is enough for Vi. As long as they are together again and she could feel his warm, familiar arms around her in that classic bear hug of his. Nonetheless, she'd still apologize for everything: his death, Mylo's death, Claggor's death, Jinx...the list goes on. And she expects him to forgive her but it just is something can let go.

[ planter's punch ]  how long does it take to befriend them?

A hell of a long time haha. Vi has major trust issues and it's mostly because of the way she grew up, as well as due to her life at Stillwater. It was every man woman for themself in prison and, because she first got there young, those previous walls she had up only became enforced with steel. However, she is prone to let her walls down quicker if the other person shows they care about her (Caitlyn) or have something that can benefit her like power (Jayce).

[ greyhound ]  if they could have a dinner with just one person ( dead or alive ) who would they choose?

Most definitely Grayson. Caitlyn's parents are known to doubt her but also believe in her at the same time but Grayson always believed in her and gave her the validation she needed growing up. If she could have dinner with her now, she'd have a ball telling her about everything she's gotten into since she died, all the revelations she's had about Zaun and how even more messed up the enforcers became after her death. Caitlyn would simply pass out at just hearing a "I'm proud of you" from Grayson too since she's currently still trying to figure out her place in the world.

[ planter's punch ]  how long does it take to befriend them?

Not that long. It's sad to say that Caitlyn didn't have many friends growing up so anyone that was nice to her would instantly gain her trust. Plus a person can only be lonely for so long. Caitlyn also prefers that if she is going to befriend someone, they accept her for who she is and don't try to change her/get weirded out by how "posh" she is.