#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..!"

[rphunter]

20 f looking for 20+ to rp homicipher! 

Just finished playing through all the possible endings for homicipher and what can I say except I am absolutely hooked!! I loved all the characters especially mr crawling, mr silvair, and mr scarletella and I wanna find others who love them too to share the brainrot. 

I'm looking for oc x cc and I do doubles! Hope to find more people considering the game is pretty new :DD

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[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]

skibidi toilet

Mr Silvair stared at the anon before trying to repeat the words.

"sk...bi... to..let?"

[ask-mr-silvair]

She looked up at his eyes as she was fully awake from her sleep now. He was still holding her hand. She thought he left the room, but he was still here.

She sat up on the bed, and she moved her hand to his head. She gently patted his head as a thank you for being so kind to her.

But even in this strange world, kindness exists everywhere... This world was silent and full of mysteries.

- 🦢

Mr Silvair looked up at her and leaned into her hand, his grin becoming wider.

"protect human."

[ask-mr-silvair]

[ A Weird clock shows up in the floor.] "Tick. Tock."

(first time roleplaying and wanted to rp cuz bored...)

Mr Silvair stared at the clock, confused cause nobody he knew placed it there, so he walked over to investigate.

[ask-mr-silvair]

An odd scent briefly seeps into the room through the crack between the floor and door before disappearing — strange mix of nicotine and perfume, and hurried footsteps can be heard behind the door, the scent disappearing with the footsteps, before turning back to his room, knocking on the door frantically as if she were getting chased by someone, or perhaps something.

"Hello!? Is someone here!?"

The voice belonged to that of a woman, in perfect English, a language that she'll forget eventually should she stay in this accursed place any longer. A new human has wandered their way into the Ghost Apartments, it seems.

— 🚬

Mr Silvair looked to the door in confusion.. kind of just sitting there before getting up and walking towards the door, opening it and tilting his head down at the woman.. he didnt really like the smell but he didnt mind it.

"you hurt?"

he asked the woman, staring at her with a tilted head.

[ask-mr-silvair]

She didn't answer his questions at first, but she was enjoying the headpat a lot, she was like a cat who loved headpats.

She still didn't answer his questions yet, but she was curious about him.

Small human? I guess l am small. Tired, yes l am exhausted.

- 🦢

Mr SIlvair would look down at her and tilt his head once more.

"rest? follow."

he said but instead of making the girl walk, he picked her up gently and started walking to his room/a room.