#rarelydrawnbeccanoir

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

so what was your work like back on derse?

you respond, a little wobbly, your work back on derse, it was mostly just paperwork, there was only one or two times where the sovereign threw you a bone and gave you something FUN to do.

it was just day in, write, review, analyze, write, eat, review bureaucratic documents, look through fenestrated windows to keep tabs on the session, analyze THAT, write those stupid notes down, day out repeat.

But heeey at least you're no longer in that boring, snail trudging through mollases job, as you take another swig of the spiked punch, drinking away the stress. You feel like you might be able to get used to this carefree feeling.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

I wish to leave this place, eventually, so I can continue my plan to just...

you press your fingers to your forehead, rubbing it

Do I even have a plan anymore, other then running?...

You two, when the time comes, how do I leave this place? So I can go out and continue doing what I end up needing to do.

*you inform the grey horned small human-like creature you vaguely recognize, and the red and green dog like creature which you don't, of your presen-you wonder if you need to stick to this second person way of talking actually, in asks. it's not like you're narrating*

So, you two, do you know any way to get out of this stupid whitespace to get where I'm supposed to be... later, after I take a break from trying to escape the mail carrier...

@rarelydrawnbecnoir)

CG:WHAT THE SHIT.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

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run by the same person who runs @ask-crisanthe-the-grifon

I am not the best at playing canon characters, so bare with me, and give me pointers when I seem like i'm getting a little too ooc for noir

I am not the best at drawing, so drawings of becca noir will likely be quite rare.

I will also be playing becca noir leaning towards apathy of what she's even doing, as this is towards the end of the three years of running from PM, but not far enough to see the cracks or a light at the end of the tunnel.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

L:3t m:3 ask y•u s•m:3thing: H•w d• y•u f:3:3l? :3sp:3cially ab•ut y•urs:3lf?

-Pawnon

You, you think this is a very personal question but you decide to answer it anyways, you start with the obvious stuff which everyone knows. You feel like you need to complete your goal, your fate, even if things will go wrong, it's not like there's anything you can do. You just have to keep flying, and flying once you escape this place. That is your fate, you have to be the villain, though... you are beginning to feel doubt at this, this villain thing, this objective, there's nothing else you can do....

But why does it feel so wrong?

You continue speaking, continuing to talk about your fate though... you also feel wrong physically, as if something is physically off with your body, something does not feel RIGHT. But you can't tell what.

It's just this stupid irritating, HELLACIOUS feeling that occurs, whenever you look at yourself, see your body, whenever you are called a man, dude or guy. Whenever you think about what you would look like in your old clothes. Like it's objectively correct but why does it feel so OFF, and unshakably wrong.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

Nice doggy :3?

Jaspers II from @badlydrawnrose

*you simply stare, dumbfounded at the talking cat, before refocusing. You state that you are not a 'nice doggy'. In fact you are arguably one of the meanest dogs around, considering what you did to that universe. 'The red miles' fractalling veins still running through the sky in your head, as you teleport the feline away before your canine instincts could fully kick in... they were so close there.*

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

You nod, clutching your head as you look around, noting that she appeared to start hissing at one of the asks, blushing at some of the ones before that, but you're more focussed on the one that made her hiss.

May I ask which ask exactly is irritating you, Is it something stupid, or something that would be actively malicious?

You tilt your head as you look curiously at the troll, concerned for them.

You wake up with a hell of hangover, your head is Pounding, like someone is taking a sledgehammer to your brain...

Why... ah right the punch was spiked wasn't it, that's why I have this stupid hangover, it feels like my head is going to burst...

You notice you're sitting on neeppi's lap, and get up faster then a lightning bolt dashing to a lightning rod, while also putting the hat back on, thankful the costume you got didnt look so silly.

How long were you awake by chance... Hopefully I didnt force you to stay in that seat for too long.

@rarelydrawnbeccanoir)

uumm. at mmost, lik33. thr33 mminnuut33s. I'vv33 juust b3333n lookinng throuugh mmy asks. I got so mmanny wwhil33 i wwas asl3333p.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

Becca noir, the name... sounds right to you... you decide you will probably begin using that from here... you aren't quite sure about the pronouns... though you will experiment with they/her for the time being

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

*ac sends noir a doodle depicting them in a more feminine form.* Wwhat do youu thinnk of this? ^ww^

-@shitty-heinoupeta

you stare at the picture, expecting that same stupid feeling of wrongness... but it doesnt quite, feel wrong, it looks really nice actually, you... aren't quite sure what... exactly to make of this. You decide to just, look at the photo for a bit, before responding, through typing that you enjoy it. Albeit, slightly embarassed that you do, but it's fine.

You begin thinking of what it would be like to look like that...somewhat positively in fact. before dispersing the though, and continuing your focus on escaping this place, so you may continue following those strands of fate.... and continue being the villain.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

...I have an idea to be able to captchalogue you. Take off the Queen's Ring for me.

*you promptly teleport the anon away then and there, you distinctly WON'T take off the sovereign's ring as at any point the parcel mistress could enter this world and aim to skewer you... despite how pretty she is, you would rather not risk your death to try and escape. Especially when there is a high likelyhood that anon would just steal the ring for themselves.*

[unwelllydrawnroxy]

[Hi there, are you a dog with wings]

Ww33lp, it's ouur tuurnn fuur 7 mminns inn h33av33nn bs.

-@shitty-heinoupeta

[Hello fellow cat, you look incredibly scary]

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

[throws a fish, but in the fetch kind of way instead of the WHACKing way] -- fishslinger anon

you run off to go get it, heartily chomping down on the food you haven't had time to consume whilst being chased like a rabbit in the snow by the Parcel Mistress.

You thank the anon for the food, seeming a little tipsy as you take another swig of the punch, stumbling a little, like an off kilter merry go round tilted at just the weirdest slight angle.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

?????

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

Retrieve arms from chest

*you take your sword out from your chest. a little confused about what this was even for, there's no enemies worth fighting around after all. as your slot it back in... though that action has been feeling a little off lately, for some reason. But you don't focus on it*

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

I have an idea for a way to get you out. But, well, seeing that previous anonymous, i don't know if it'll work. I could try and store you in my Sylladex, basically an Inventory for those involved with SBURB. That's what the previous anon was trying to do with the card. My sylldex is able to store much larger objects, so perhaps that'll allow me to store you. *Pulling out a brown CAPCHALOGUE CARD. Wallet Modus.*

you decide to try it, if these creatures have a connection to where you need to go, why deny your stupid fate.

After a few minutes though, it's becoming increasingly clear that despite the creature's best attempts, the wallet modus is having some form of error, not of size, but rather due to your status as a major boss... whatever that means for your role.

That despite your faint wishes to escape, and maybe slow down, you FEEL like you need to fit into no matter what.

It's a shame that this method didn't work, even if it does mean you get to rest, as you force the anon away towards from whence they came with a flash of the green sun.

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

You simply tilt your head, rather confused a bit of your anger from that earlier anon harassing neeppi turning to absolute confusion as you feel like you're missing some of the context, either way the pizza is now here, as your wings are still curled around her sides.

Neeppi, do you need anything?, also hmm, which triple meat pizza do you want actually? Or do you not really have a preference of which pie graces your plate, like a priest blessing water?

Rampage-o-meter: 35/100

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Suspicion meter : 75 / 100 .

[rarelydrawnbeccanoir]

you hug neeppi in your wings, letting them snuggle as far in as they want, with you beginning the shhhh pap proceds with them

Stay in the hug for as long as you need neeppi, just relax and cuddle for as long as you need.

You are pretty sure this is helping, but you are still not 100% sure but it at least sure seems like it, better then breaking down like an apartment under demolition, that's for sure.

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Tell me if i'm going too far]

. . . . **AR33 MMY BOUUNNDARI33S ONN UUNNNN33C33SSARY TRANNSMMUUTATIONN A FUUCKINNG JOK33 TO YOUU.**

*Looking like fur's about to actually cry, it leaps into @rarelydrawnbeccanoir's clutches, not saying a word.*

**Meltdown-o-meter : 35 / 100 .**