#mr silvair rp

[ask-mr-silvair]

Once she was in bed, she looked at the tall stranger who helped her to find a warm place to rest for a few hours.

She was happy to finally be able to rest in a safe place for the night. Was it day or night now? She doesn't know it... But this place wasn't so bad.

She held the tall stranger 's hand, and she gently held his hand as she thanked him.

Thank you, sliver...

She said to him as she began to fall asleep while she was holding his hand.

- 🦢

Mr Silvairs grin widened as she held his hand.. and he kind of sat by her bed the whole time she slept like a puppy waiting for its owner.. he continued to hold her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

"..human.. safe..! human grateful..!"

[ask-miss-myopic]

Introduction Post

[A live video.]

[A strange, pale person can be seen in a dark room, looking rather calm. They wait for a moment, staring at the camera before speaking.]

"Uh, can you all see this thing? Am I connected to the Internet?"

"..."

[The video cut. The user went offline, then came online again after a few minutes.]

"I am lost in a strange world, though, there are some nice 'people' here."

"I cannot seem to recall my past or how I came here."

"This silver-haired 'doctor' I met, calls me Miss Myopic."

"So, you can call me Miss Myopic, I guess."

[The user suddenly went offline, as the video cut abruptly again.]

[OOC under the cut.]

Hello! Hydrangeas here!

I made a blog for my Homicipher MC, Miss Myopic. Her name is not really Myopic, but Mr Silvair calls her that. So everyone started calling her that. She does not remember her name.

Miss Myopic is asexual. She uses any pronouns. Mun goes by she/they.

She has lost her memories after coming to this strange world. Nobody knows if she is a monster or human.

Miss Myopic hates Mr Machete, so do not mind in-character hate.

DNI: racists, pedophiles, transphobes, homophobes, and other such are not allowed here.

I wish to keep this blog SFW, so no sexual RPs allowed. There may be description of blood and gore, though. Trigger warnings will be provided in each post, so feel free to block the tags, if you wish to avoid those things.

"Miss Myopic speaks like this."

[Mun speaks like this.]

[Picrew link]

[Lore]

[ask-mr-silvair]

"Oh, this?"

Taking the pack of cigarettes out of the white trenchcoat pocket, she holds it in a way that the silver-haired man could take a good ol' gander...if he can. Could he? She's not dumb to see that he's probably blind under those bandages.

"They're cigarettes...ya never seen one before?"

While things like the box of cigarettes sometimes fell into the other world, they were usually empty, crushed and soaked.

"Ya can't have em, just telling you so you don't ask for one."

This woman clearly has a nicotine addiction, but she at least has some decency to not smoke in his office.

— 🚬

Mr Silvair tilted his head... he hated being told no.

he suddenly grabbed the cigarettes, holding them out of her reach as studied them, poking the weird brown part of the cigarette and such, looking at the box.

[ask-mr-silvair]

skibidi fortnite skibidi skibidi fortnite

"skibidi! skibidi toilet!"

Mr Silvair grinned, clapping his hands together.

[ask-mr-silvair]

yes, skibidi toilet. funny joke

(forgot to put the emoji anon last time.....)

- 🪠

"...skibidi.."

Mr Silvair grinned, hearing how it was a joke.. you probably cursed the entire hotel.

"skibidi toilet. funny! skibidi!"

[ask-mr-silvair]

Hello Mr. Silver Hair. Nice hair. Wish my kids could have it.

I MEAN WHAAAAT-

-🐙

Mr Silvair stared at him, tilting his head.

"thank you."

"what you say?"

he asked, not hearing the last part.

[ask-mr-silvair]

"Who are you." she asked again, frustration in her voice as her grip on a crowbar in her hand tightened.

".. I'm Yuki." she reveals, putting her right hand on her hip and moving back a bit.

"Who are you?"

- 🍓

Mr Silvair nodded and looked at Yuki, putting his hand to his side again. then he tried pronouncing the name.

"yoo...ci.. yu..ci... ki.. you.."

he mumbled, looking at Yuki in confusion, then pointed to himself.

"Mr Silvair."

[ask-mr-silvair]

She has been sleeping for half a day, well she was really exhausted and she needed to rest so that she could get her strength back.

Her eyes began to open as she started to wake up from her sleep. She looked around the room as she found herself in the same bedroom she was last night.

She didn't want to get up from the bed yet, but she was looking around the room as she tried to find sliver.

- 🦢

Mr Silvair was kind of just sat there beside the bed, still holding the girls hand while she slept, his grin still on his face as he mumbled words.

"human safe.. human happy.."

"protect human.."

[ask-mr-silvair]

"No, I—"

After she turns to face the nice person that opened the door for her while shutting said door, she has to suppress a fearful squeak. Where the hell was she? Why is this man so tall? What's with his face? And what's with the wide grin!? So far the guy in front of her doesn't seem to be keen on hurting her though. Relax, maybe you are having a weird dream...as the woman stabilizes her breathing, the duo can hear footsteps belonging to two people, and the woman's breath hitched again. Right, how could she forget — those bastards she stole money from were still hot on her tail!

"I— I gotta hide. Please let me stay, when they're gone, I'll be go...!"

Promising to leave once the two men outside left, she hopes that the silver haired man would let her hide in here for a few minutes.

— 🚬

Mr Silvair tilted his head as he looked at the woman, before stepping aside to let her in, looking down the hallways to see who the footsteps belong to.

"hide. closet."

he said, pointing to a closet that wasnt filled with flesh and bones..

[ask-mr-silvair]

The somebody's face was a bit bloody, yet pretty in some way. She at looked Mr silver with slight confusion, taking hint he was definitely not human.

".. I'm.." She contemplated for a moment, recalling the fact someone earlier, when she was disposing the body, told her not to tell her real name.

"Who are you?" she reversed, putting a finger to her lower lip and furrowing her brow in confusion

- 🍓

Mr Silvair tilted his head, wondering why she didnt answer him.

"no. who are you?"

he asked again, poking her forehead a bit aggressively for asking HIS question.

[ask-mr-silvair]

The foot steps from down the hallway are loud, deafening even as the sounds of bags being ruffled and muffled yelling finally quiet down.

Someone is walking down the hallway, blood drips to the cold, damp floor, and that same strange someone throws the bag into some sort of trash can at the end of the hallway.

It quiets down before a soft yet deep voice calls out.

"Hello? Who's there."

((Help I'm so bad at rping LMAO, can I be 🍓 anon :D))

((Also there is in fact a body in the bag 😎))

Mr Silvair watched from afar at first before he walked towards the person, standing behind them for no reason.

"you human? who are you?"

he asked, tilting his head as he frowned a bit in confusion, seeing the blood.

[ask-mr-silvair]

She was afraid of heights, and he was really tall, but he was really gentle with her, she didn't feel afraid when he picked her up.

She held onto his body as she looked at the direction they were headed to. She shouldn't feel afraid of the strange beings she had met... They were nice and understanding.

She doesn't mind it, but she must arrive in this world for something. She needs to investigate once she feels better.

- 🦢

Mr Silvair continued walking, his grin on his face as he walked. for such a tall man his footsteps were silent. he rounded a corner and went into a room with bed, smiling as he placed the woman on the bed.

"rest. human safe."

he said as he tucked her in (very poorly-), patting her head.

[ask-mr-silvair]

The world had reformed once more as the final quaking ceased. The earthquake had come at an unfortunate time, for an entity had now found himself separated from the solace of his main occupancy; a place where he would be left unbothered. An assortment of debris had entrapped him to a state of immobility. His form blended with the destruction befallen on him, his blue-tinged marring was the only identifier that separated the flesh from the ruins.

- Mr. Wheelchair ( @askmrwheelchair )

Mr Silvair had been walking around to see what debris had fallen and he came across a room. he looked inside and he already could tell someone was hurt. so he walked inside and crouched down, digging through the debris a bit before finding Mr Wheelchair, and he tried picking him up as gently as he could through the debris.

"you hurt? you harmed?"

he asked, looking around to see if Mr Scarletella did this or just the world earthquakes.

[ask-mr-silvair]

She looked over at him, and she didn't say anything for a few minutes. She was thinking about something.

I think l am okay... l am just really exhausted. You want me to tell you my name?

My name... I wouldn't mind it if you gave me a nickname.

Should she tell the stranger her name? The tall stranger doesn't seem like a bad person, and the stranger seems nice, but she still doesn't trust this weird place.

- 🦢

Mr Silvair put his hand down, staring at the woman..

"name.. nick... name..?"

he said in the broken english he learned from other humans who have come into the hotel, tilting his head before roughing patting the girls head.

"small.. human.. nick..name.. small human.."

he grinned, thinking the nickname was awesome. then tilted his head again.

"tired?"

[ask-mr-silvair]

Hiii Mr. Silvair! Can I pat you? But you have to lean down or I won't reach :(

Mr Silvair stared down at you before a smile spread across his face, then he got on his knees to match your height, tilting his head.

"you. happy?"

he asked, still smiling as he put his hands on his knees.

[ask-mr-silvair]

Stepping out of the clean closet, patting off some dust, the woman in the white trenchcoat scratches her head sheepishly, messing up the somewhat clean lower bun she had.

"Thanks a lot, man...anything...I can do to help ya in return?"

She raises an eyebrow at the silver-haired man. If you owe someone a favor, you return that favor — that's what she's been told since young.

— 🚬

Mr Silvair cocked his head to the side, not knowing what he wanted in return... but then he saw the pack of cigarettes in the womans pocket, tilting his head the other way as he poked the pack.

"what this?"