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[parainvestigate]

@levixthxn-thegirl 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙼𝙾𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻

“Crap!” The half-demon flinched away from the newcomer he hadn't heard approaching. “You can't sneak up on me like that!” Especially not after he'd just put down a monster that had jumped scared him earlier, his gunshot was still echoing.

[praynot]

｡° ⸻ @levixthxn-thegirl. ambrosine.

Lee's expression isn't entirely surprised as much as it is pleasantly alert. A perk to her posture and she closes the folder she was studying, attention given entirely to Ambrosine.

       ❝ You came. ❞

[impercre]

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too (from Ambrosine to Irulan)

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE | accepting

Irulan froze startled by the sudden contact. To be a princess was to be a kind of object kept high on a shelf and untouched. "Was I- doing it wrong?" She asked slowly turning her gaze to her companion.

[iobartach]

@levixthxn-thegirl [ambrosine] asked; ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

soft and sweet prompts

As consciousness comes galloping back to O'Hara, the first sensation he registers is a shivering chill, arising from the press of his back against the wet ground. Left lying in place for a time, the fall he'd taken had caused more damage than he had originally anticipated, blacking out, if only for a few minutes, proving to be of particular concern. Declining to review the reasons for his mishap, a error that would be later attributed to difficult climbing conditions rather than the actual truth, the sound of approaching footsteps prompts him to sit up straight, prepared to receive the questions that would follow.

And sure enough, they had emerged, ranging from 'what happened' to 'did he need help', and everything in between. Throughout this time, his gaze remained concentrated on the same spot, reviewing fingers that could easily taper into hooked points with the slightest dip in concentration. Seldom had he fallen, rarely coming across a surface that proved impervious to the shredding potential possessed by his talons. What had been so different about this time?

"I'll be fine." Not one to mince words, his claim of wellness was mostly correct -- hardly a scratch was visible on his person, beyond the bloom of bruises gathered beneath the futuristic livery of his suit. As well as that, his head had ached, a feeling of discomfort that as the seconds turned into minutes, reduced gradually, healing aided by his enhanced healing factor.

"Lost my grip, that's all."

[halfxspider]

@levixthxn-thegirl asked: "I hope I didn't scare you." (From Ambrosine) / First meetings & Awkward chats

The Spiders head moved from the paralyzed anomaly to the other, the lenses on his mask narrowing for just a moment, he hadn't expected them to help but they'd put up a decently good fight.

"No, you're fine." Miguel hums firing some energy webbing around the downed villain for extra security. "I could have handled this myself, though."

[3katanas]

"I don't give a shit if she has a bounty or not." He countered smoothly even as his body shifted, feet spreading apart slightly as one hand dropped to a hilt at his side. A feral grin pulling at his lips as it became more and more clear that a fight was inevitable. His eye's flashing with anticipation of battle even as his tone remained even. "You two clearly haven't done your research."

A hiss echoed through the forest as he drew one of the blades from his side, the lethal edge glinting in the whisps of sunlight that trickled down through the thick foliage above. If they didn't recognize him from the stories that filtered around the East Blue about the demon pirate hunter then that was on them. It didn't matter to him anyway since they were both dead men if they tried to take her by force. Just one glance at the way they held their bodies made it clear they weren't highly skilled hunters after all.

"I'll give you one more chance to walk away with your lives."

Delicate fingers clutched at her sweater, fist in a white knuckle grip as her heartbeat rang in her ears. How was she found? She thought she had shaken any bounty hunter off her scent long ago. In fact, she was the belief that her bounty was no longer up. She had faked her death and prayed that the world believed her performance.

That now was clearly not the case. Someone still hoped her alive, and for her head to be taken.

"You kiddin'?!" The taller and lankier of the duo barked out, teeth bared in a snarl. "You tryin' to keep the bounty to yourself, huh? Ain't that a bitch."

Lilac eyes shot up at the statement, wide in apprehension as she stared at the solid back of her now protector. He towered over her, an immovable monolith who was as steadfast as his spirit. Could he have known? Is that why they had came time and time again not for her goods and services, but in hopes that he could get her guard down well enough and in these woods, take her on in hopes to collect a bounty she believed to be closed?

"Maybe we could make a deal? If we all bring her in alive, we'd get more a profit, and then we can split it?" The stouter one spoke then, wringing his hands greedily as the thought of such a high amount of berries was almost intoxicating. "We can uuuh, comb over the details of the split later."

[notaloki]

STARTER CALL // accepting !

'   that's   not   how   it   works.   '   sylvie   said   to   the   stranger.   her   booted   feet   were   propped   up   as   she   watched,   a   tinge   of   ANNOYANCE   in   her   voice.   at   first   glance,   the   variant   looked   casual   --   almost   bored   --   where   she   sat.   but   her   eyes   were   sharp,   not   missing   anything.   '   hand   it   over,   i   can   SHOW   you.   '   feet   drop   to   the   ground   as   the   horned   woman   stood   up,   thin   arm   held   out   for   the   tempad.   she   NEEDS   the   golden   device   but   she   can't   let   the   desperation   show.

@levixthxn-thegirl

[preempire-a]

@levixthxn-thegirl​ sent: ☠️ protect my muse (from Ambrosine) ► FROM RANDOM ACT PROMPTS

The Mandalorian’s stopped wondering how he keeps ending up in situations like these. Frankly, he’s just come to accept that he’s got the worst luck in the galaxy-- that, or the fact he’s got an all-powerful foundling means there’re some cosmic scales being tipped outside of his favour in turn.

In any case, count on the Imps to catch up with them the moment they meet another sorcerer like the kid. The Mandalorian’s fortunate in that it’s a scouting party of low-ranking Stormtroopers that finds him and not an entire offensive squad, but in everything else, he can’t help but think that everything’s timed like a poorly written holo.

The Child doesn’t use any of his powers; the Mandalorian doesn’t want him to learn to use them at every high-risk situation, so he insists Ambrosine leave it to him and focus on running with the kid in tow. The Mandalorian covers her and the baby as they retreat, because of course he does, and he covers them good all the way to the Razor Crest before he shuts the hull to keep them safe from simple blaster fire.

“Strap yourself in!” he calls, and without any delay he begins a quick launch that sends them shooting up into the sky and out of the atmosphere.

[goddamnmuses-a]

@levixthxn-thegirl​ sent a ⚕ for a starter from Ravi

“Do you like Star Wars?”

[3katanas]

He honestly doubted it would take their captain long to recover considering how he'd grown up. Luffy had a tendency to be able to shrug most things off quicker than most, not that he mentioned that to her as she added the other tinctures in with the tea. If they weren't used for Luffy he was sure Chopper could put them to good use.

Nodding once at the instructions he reached into his pocket and pulled out the coin purse Nami had given him. Carefully storing the string of information away for those that would need it once he got back, though considering how efficient she was, he had a feeling all of it had been noted down as well on the card she'd added to the bag. Which was probably a good thing in case he forgot anything. "How much?"

Waiting for her to give the amount he then counted out the money and handed it to her before taking the bag and turning towards the door. "Thanks."

It had been easier than he'd thought it'd be to get the tea and tinctures. Some businesses didn't like doing business with pirates and now that Luffy had a bounty on his head he had a feeling they'd start to be recognized more often then not. Though at least she seemed to not care what their profession was.

Slipping his gaze from side to side as he pushed out the door, ensuring there were no marines around, he then turned towards the docks and began heading back to the ship.

Ashen brows shot up and a scoffing laugh escaped her lips, gingerly biting her lower lip to bite back her laugh from leaving any further. Now, that was a level of 'serves you right' she was all too familiar with. That tough-love attitude was what she was raised and surrounded by in the Lazarus Organization, never coddled or babied. Although she was guilty as can be with how much she dotted her own children. Never the harsh disciplinarian as the hands that brought her up, she never wanted them to grow into weapons or harden them to a world she knew they would never see.

However, she did understand what it meant to be a pirate, and what it took to be one. A treacherous life, death ever around the corner from foe and 'friend' alike, only the fickle sea herself. Only the brave-hearted and gutsy would ever succeed or hope to. Another thing she learned from someone she still considers dear.

"One can only hope.", Ambrosine chuckled, pulling a brown paper sleeve from a drawer, along with a bigger brown paper bag. With great care, she took a metal spoon, pouring the contents in by heaping spoon fulls then once it was all in the sleeve, folded it shut and looped the string closure secure. Like a busy bee, she zipped from shelf to shelf, quickly scanning over a bottle before either setting it down with a curt shake of her head or giving a satisfied hum and placing it with great care into the bag. After three of these, she returned to the counter, placing the brown paper sleeve into the bag, and on a note card, swiftly scribing down instructions.

"The tea will need to be steeped for five minutes in hot, but not boiling water. He'll need to drink one cup on an empty stomach three times a day till the sleeve is empty. The tincture with the blue label is for fever if he has one, just two to three drops under the tongue to keep it down till it breaks, and the tincture with the green label will help with nausea. That can be taken at any time he starts to feel sick. Regardless, he'll need to be on a bland diet with plenty of clear fluids. Rice porridge, clear soups, things of that nature. I imagine your doctor and cook, if your crew has one, can come up with some kind of meal plan for him. If anything goes wrong or if he doesn't show signs of improvement, come back and I will give him a medicine of a stronger dose."

[therelentless]

@levixthxn-thegirl​ asked: ”Careful of the spider house! You wouldn’t like it if a spider came and dusted your house, would you?” (from Ambrosine)

What We do In the Shadows sentence starters II accepting II

Careful with this, careful with that, she was starting to get on his nerves, just like Nadja when she started to yell at him for no reason while complaining about every single fucking thing. If Guillermo had come with him, he would have asked him to do this instead. "No, I wouldn't, but It's not my fault that you have all this dirt all over the place."

[willavenge]

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[praynot]

cont. ｡° ⸻ @levixthxn-thegirl.

Lee shakes her head ever so minutely, lips pressed thin for a quick moment before they part to speak.

       ❝ Don't apologize. ❞   After all, it wasn't even her doing. There was no fault on Ambrosine, therefore no reason to ask forgiveness of any sort. The horrors bestowed upon Lee were done by other hands, other actions, and there was nothing to do about that than to move forward. Eyes unmoved from the scene, she takes a breath, hands flexing subtly in her pockets.

       ❝ ... Do you know what could've done this? ❞   Because the idea of   who   wasn't quite right in her head, not yet. There were too many signs of the otherwise right now to think of names, identities. At least, none that could've been human...

[impercre]

Why can’t women participate in the games? (From Ambrosine to Feyd)

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 | accepting

Feyd's lips curled into a sardonic smile that looked oddly out of place on his boyish features. "I don’t think my uncle likes to watch."

[iobartach]

@levixthxn-thegirl asked: “I know it’s hard to see past the guilt, but you’re a good person.” (from Ambrosine)

Pitted in battle against a nemesis with no true corporeal form, he had tried his best to put in a good showing, to keep his mind and hands busy instead of idle. By choice, he'd ensconced himself within known spaces, reaching for the shards of a life he'd enjoyed and lost. All for a remedy with limited usage.

Pervaded by remorse, by a numbness that never faded away, his face was a mask of knowing acceptance as he listened. Ladened with a countenance made perpetually dour through the weight of previous, brown brows still managed to arch upwards at the other's claim, a statement he felt tempted to accept, until another feeling took hold of his words instead.

"No, not anymore. The things I need to do-- the lengths that I have to go to achieve what's necessary?" Such a charge had been its own kind of penance, a life sentence to be repaid for the irreparable damage his own selfish desires had caused.

"They're not the actions of a good person."

[omegles]

❝ You seem to have a handle on it. ❞

Ah. Yes. All under control and sprawled across a door holding back a creature that salivated to burrow itself deep within the cavity of his chest. Not caring in the least of how much of a mess it made. 

This particular story’s origins began in the corner of the room with an amalgamation of black squirming limbs. The blackest black he’d ever marveled, Omega would tell you. A black that only displayed itself in modern text detailing sinkholes in the stars. Eye jarring he’d also say, akin to white iridescent and seemingly marshmallow fluffy looking sea-stars, but alas their textures were anything but!

The creature scaled in size the moment he toed close and launched straight toward his form. 

Old reflexes were as fresh as the day he honed them because he evade its black tentacles with finesse, his tail whipping out to obstruct a free path toward him. Whatever occupied this desolate chamber was overthrown as Omega skidded across the cement, finally flipping a table that staggered the beast. Any conjecture of where this creature even came from was his and anyone’s guess. 

The door had opened then and a young miss appeared from the hall. Omega quickly ushered her back out, muttering an apology and walking with haste, anxiety nipping at his heel, just in time to close the door in its face.“Well, My Lady, it seems this room is ‘ocupado’. I suggest we leave it to sort out its troubles.”

It was where he found himself now, pushing his weight against a door that threaten to burst from its hinges. Where were they? Pardon him for forgetting that detail. Deep beneath the monastery. Away from any ghoul or clergymen to hear their woes. 

Omega made the choice then, his tail long enough to reach for a shelf besides him and drag it across. “Now,” He gave a harsh blink through the cloud of dust. “I understand we only just met, but will you take my hand and run away with me?”

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