#rubiesintherough

[octoberscrye]

@rubiesintherough said;

[ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help ( bren / tobi )

There were certain dangers attached to not knowing what her brother actually did for a living. It was why Corvus had hired Bren in the first place: he was equal parts paranoid and validated in his fears that his vigilante work would come back to bite him. Tobi's fragile health was its own problem; Corvus' lifestyle was a bigger one.

October lived blissfully unaware of it all. She had no reason to feel afraid in her own home, especially when Bren was down the hall. Even on a fitful night that was filled with muscle cramps and insomnia, she felt safe.

That sense of implicit safety was about to be ripped from under her. It started with a strange noise at her window, one she ignored in favor of passing out for an hour or so. Tobi had woken up again, somewhere around 2 a.m. The room was unnaturally cold, leaving her irritated and sore as she reached to tap the lamp on her bedside table.

Click, click...click. Tobi groaned, rubbing at her eyes. Why was the lamp not working? Was the power out? A quick glance around didn't give her a good answer. Tobi wrinkled her nose then reached to grab her phone, intent on using on using it as a flashlight. As the glow of the phone gave her some light, she started to navigate towards her bedroom door.

A cool breeze hit her.

A cool...breeze? Tobi frowned, then turned towards the source of the sensation. Her window was open. Her...window was open? The groggy confusion quickly moved to dread. She bit her lip, slowly and shakily approaching the open window. The cold air left her shivering as she gently closed it.

Maybe she had fallen asleep with it open. Tobi wrapped her arms around herself, now tired and cold. When she turned back around she was met with something she hadn't expected: a man.

A man she didn't know. A man with a knife.

Tobi screamed, a scream that could likely wake the neighborhood.

"Bren!" Her voice was shrill and desperate as a struggle immediately broke the peace of the night. Tobi was terrified but determined, all nails and sharp kicks and teeth as she fought for her life.

"Bren, help, please---!" The blade of that menacing knife cut a deep wound into her arm, eliciting another terrified shriek from her as the door flung open and light flooded the room.

There was Bren, her saving grace in the doorway. Tobi let out a shrill noise, wiggling out of her assailant's grip during the brief moment of confusion. Her fear was ever present but so was he.

[fiirstnephalem]

OOC. Sima's baby brother Rue meeting Sima's fiance Wraith though, when? @painofhumanity & @rubiesintherough

[strawberista]

⚅ — @rubiesintherough asked: — ⚅ ⚅ — Send "Grasp" to grasp my muse's jaw and force them to look your muse in the eye (mahia. Breaking out her rare, stern HEALER™️ voice maybe after he got hurt or smth?? ) — ⚅

Grab His Jaw

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Being an angel who could heal himself easily, Hanekoma didn't take most injuries seriously, physical or otherwise. He had a therapist he saw when things got tough on the inside and for everything else he would just take care of himself. He didn't put much thought into the idea that he might need care from another person sometimes, especially since, at this point, the idea of looking to other people for help had been seared out of his system. He couldn't take care of others if he needed help himself, so he'd learned.

So when he'd gotten into a fight while he was out tagging, he didn't really take much care to it. He'd told himself he'd just heal his wounds later when he didn't have so much work to do and carried on, regardless of the fact that he most assuredly had broken bones and was bleeding in several places. He didn't need either of those things to function really, so he just turned off the part of himself that felt pain and carried on. Much to Mahia's horror, he had come to find, when he returned home and found her perched in front of his cafe. He'd gotten right to work getting her inside his apartment and set up, but he hadn't gotten very far with that when she started insisting he sit down and let her look at him.

"Listen, sparrow, I'm gonna be fine I just-- urgk..!" he was sharply interrupted as Mahia jerked his head around to get a better look at the injuries on his face, and he slowly began to come to the conclusion that he really wasn't getting out of this one. "Ngh... Mahia... I'm really okay..."

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough seven sent a meme.

❛ Are you real? ❜

He'd been sat in the med bay since he had made it back to the ship - he was meant to be in route for pickup by a UNSC cruiser, but he'd purposefully rerouted the ship through slip stream to the middle of nowhere while he'd waited for the young woman to regain consciousness, and for Cortana to pick her way through all of the files that they'd gleaned from what was left of the research ship that they'd been sent to salvage. Command had told him to anticipate no survivors, and that his mission was to recover whatever date he could and scrap anything left behind to keep it from falling into enemy hands.

What he'd seen had left his stomach tight and his teeth on edge. It hadn't been readily apparent who had been conducting the experiments on the ship, or who had authorized them. The encryptions were not UNSC. The scientists had either fled and left their work behind, or been torn from the ship on its impact exiting slipstream - Cortana's sensors hadn't been able to find evidence of their remains on board or in their surrounding space. The cryo tubes of test subjects were in varying degrees of melt down or overload. The girl's was the only one that had been capable of supporting life still, but it had been a fight to resuscitate her.

Cortana was still working on decrypting files. All he could do was wait. So wait he did.

"Yes, ma'am," John replied, pulling the stool he'd been sitting on closer to the edge of the med bay bed. He'd stripped out of his suit down to his under amor in the best of an attempt he could make to seem less intimidating. He wasn't sure it had helped. "My name's John. Can you tell me your name?"

[dutyworn]

@rubiesintherough said: send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained ( mahia )

an old meme    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

She’s not sure if she’s simply been  left here  to slowly waste away, or if they are trying to play mindgames with her, making her think she’s in isolation, but actually monitoring her, waiting for the right moment to interrogate her by slowly torturing her first. Trying to make her more pliable? Wren doesn’t even know what they want from her, that’s the tricky part; she has no indication on what to expect.

That, alone, has her psychologically on edge, and tensing up further when she hears someone approach. Not that she can do much but be tense, the way she’s forced on her tiptoes in the middle of the room. Heavy-duty metal cuffs secure her wrists together, the bands too tight and large to slip, extending from the smallest part of her wrist several inches along her arms; even if she could try to dislocate a thumb or break her own wrist, it doesn’t seem likely that’d help her. The cuffs are secured high above her head, likely deliberately making it so that she has to keep balancing on her tiptoes in a constant effort to try to alleviate the strain on her shoulders, arms and back. Slow torture is what it really fucking feels like; it’s hard to think with the physical strain, and Wren is barely even aware of the other injuries she’s sustained, of the dried blood down her forehead, or the bruising on her half-naked form (they had stripped her down to her underwear).

More dazed from exhaustion than the relatively minor head injury, Wren is having difficulty knowing how to react when she recognises the woman, from the glimpses she manages, craning her neck to look at the doorway behind her.

❝ It’s you, ❞    she says, feeling a little stupid about the comment, but too tired to truly care. It’s that woman, the woman collapsed at her doorstep on her Citadel apartment a month or so ago. The woman with the wings. Wren had tried to help her, done her best to erase any evidence of... well, her unusual physique, from any security footage that might’ve caught her, afterwards; mystery or not, Mahia hadn’t appeared like a threat, and Wren hadn’t been keen on being the reason someone, a person, from some unknown humanoid species ended up enduring gods-knew-what...

But to come across her again, here?

Has she misjudged her? Is this her captor, or her saviour, returning the favour...?

[painofhumanity]

@rubiesintherough liked the New Muse Starter Call

"Hi, welcome in," Luke greeted the potential customer with a warm smile from behind the counter. "I'm Luke, the owner. Are we looking for anything in particular today?" As he spoke, he came around the counter, with what looked like a small brown bear in a harness following right behind. "Also. . Hope you aren't afraid of big dogs. Tootsie's on the clock."

[drkroots]

@rubiesintherough said: “So, what are you gonna do, you gonna kill me?“ ( nicholas / muse of choice )

          supernatural season 10 sentence starters

               "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now we both know that neither of us'd have any fun with that." Even if she put in the effort, he'd rise again, so what even would the point be in trying?" Laughter escaped lips. "All I simply ask of you is a favour. Hoping that we can strike a deal?"

[potestmagice]

@rubiesintherough asked: ❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender tends to receiver’s wounds ( mahia / anyone you'd like! )

The dimly lit cave provided little comfort, but it was shelter from the storm raging outside. Cal sat propped against the rough stone wall, his breath laboured. His chest rose and fell unevenly as the effects of the recent battle wore him down. Blood stained his torn poncho, and deep cuts and bruises covered his body. He winced as she dabbed her wet cloth over his wounds.

[xtraterrestrials]

@rubiesintherough asked: “Hey, no, don’t beat yourself up. You just made a mistake.” ( howl )

"I'm not beating myself up. I'm just... frustrated, that's all. It's such a waste of time."

[thechaoticcform-archive]

“ Why am I here? ”

@rubiesintherough

"You are in the Summer Kingdom, lady." Oberon smiled and lead the woman deeper into the garden. "I heard you were a healer, we could use one like you in the council."

[chaosfindsaway]

@rubiesintherough sent [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain ( nemus / aang )

The rain just wouldn't let up today which made it all the more difficult for Aang to search for his friends. His robe was soaked; his bare head nearly freezing now from the moist chilly air. He walked on until he finally spotted someone - perhaps a villager from a place nearby.

Aang hoped that was the case. He could search for Katara and Sokka later. For now, he needed to find shelter from this downpour. Approaching the stranger, Aang smiled. "Hi! You wouldn't happen to know where I can get out of this rain, would you?"

[octoberscrye]

@rubiesintherough said:

“You could have been hurt.” ( aedus / muse of choice! )

He'd been hearing that phrase his entire life. One day, maybe he would listen.

Corvus took a deep breath, exhaling as he ran his hands down his face. Most people didn't get to see what he got up to. Telling people about his job as a firefighter was easy. There was respect and honor in that, saving lives and being absolutely unafraid to square up with a cop from time to time.

The whole, "vigilante work on the side," thing was a little less glamorous and a lot more dangerous. Corvus never intended for Aedus to see him getting up to his side-gig, especially when things went sour.

"I'm fine," he muttered, digging a box of cigarettes from his pocket and fishing for his lighter.

"Let's just drop it, okay? I wasn't hurt, it's fine, it's whatever. Just don't tell Tobi, yeah?"

[fiirstnephalem]

rubiesintherough asked: 'tell me what's wrong.' ( wraith )

FEELING OFF was nothing uncommon for someone who struggled to sleep for periods, but this had been different from her usual feeling of being off. Worry about what it could mean had coursed through her, both throughout her shift at work and from her time at home with Wraith with her.

Truthfully, Sima knew that keeping something that bothered her from him these days was nigh-on impossible. They'd gotten to such a stage within their relationship now, where they knew when the other had something that troubled them, or they were not feeling right. No words ever needed to be spoken, their eyes gave them away usually. Luckily, it seemed Wraith had yet to pick up on it and she waited for him to go to the other room before she stood herself from the couch and took off for the bathroom.

You might think that a celestial wouldn't be able to use human tests, but they could, and Sima always kept a couple in the medicine cabinet in case she or someone else needed one. Right now, it was her that did. The moment she stepped into the bathroom, she fumbled to lock the door. Her hands began to shake as she suddenly felt the pressure of doing the test. Were they ready for this next step? Would Wraith be happy? Her mind raced with the questions as she ripped open the packet, almost dropping it into the sink.

She managed to do it though and a few moments later, she emerged again from the bathroom, looking down at the stick in her hands as she slowly made her way back to the sitting room.

Flash once. Flash twice. Flash a third time.

Positive.

Her footsteps paused as she hit the room, eyes widening as she stared down at the result showing on the small digital screen in her fingers. A harsh swallow passed her throat but her gaze slowly lifted just in time to catch the tail-end of his words. " I --- I --- " What was wrong? He wanted to know? Every part of her tensed up but slowly, she turned the test over within her fingers so that the positive screen was visible to him. She was scared to be elated over the result. Scared that it might cause him to run from her. She couldn't even move from where she'd paused.

@rubiesintherough prompts from songs on my playlist / accepting.

[strawberista]

⚅— @rubiesintherough asked: —⚅ ⚅— " you're the only one i can trust. " ( cora ) —⚅

In an Hour of Need

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"What is it, sweetheart? What happened?" Hanekoma ushered Cora in and quickly locked the door behind them. He didn't know if she was being followed in trouble or had an injury in trouble, but in either situation she probably didn't want anyone to find her like this.

There was some immediate concern considering the fact that he was at least aware she was not human. There was ever the chance someone was hunting her or, worse yet, that there was someone of the same species hunting her. The best case scenario would be that she was ill or something because he could take care of that, but he had to prepare for everything.

"Please, have a seat," he said. "Tell me everything, okay?"

[localwebslingers]

@rubiesintherough asked: “They are looking for you.”

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That only sounded a little concerning and a lot ominous because really that could be a lot of people. Bad guys were probably option number one, actually they were the only option it was just what group of them happened to be the ones looking. Arms dealers, gangs, criminal underground mob bosses, that one guy who tried to steal a bike that Peter webbed up to a lamppost until the police showed up to arrest him. There was a list, and while he didn't think that he'd angered anyone enough for that lately, he definitely could have without knowing.

"Uh thanks but...I'm sorry, who's looking for me?" he asked her finally, head tilting, "And do you happen to know why they're looking for me? Because I keep trying to guess and it's not really helping me figure it out any faster." Peter admitted.

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough mahia sent a meme.

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time

Even you can't kill what's already dead. He'd had to remind himself of that fact repeatedly in the course of the last day or two as he'd done what he could to help nurse the young woman back to a state the might resemble normal. Healthy. Not stick and bones. The jumpiness, the trembling, that he couldn't fix, couldn't help, couldn't soothe, that would take time, and treatment, and counseling. Things that he couldn't give her -- but he'd still found himself reluctant to turn his Condor back towards the heart of UNSC territory. He'd considered contacting Miranda Keyes to see if she could set up some kind of safe place for the woman - he was more inclined to believe that Miranda would keep her safe than Halsey would have, but he'd held off. With Ackerson and Parangosky inserting themselves more and more into the Spartans' business, what small sense of control that John had about his fate and his fellow Spartan's fate grew slimmer with each passing day.

He wasn't particularly inclined to hand over someone as fragile as his passenger over to them. So, he lurked, skating the fine line between running over mission time and awol. Cortana had been playing hopscotch with their signal to keep ONI off their back and he'd done his best to keep himself busy by putting in additional time into his training in the hi grav gym, needing a way to expel the pent up energy and frustration, and he was heading towards the restroom to grab a shower, stripping off the damp shirt to chuck into the wash when he heard her, the distinct whisper of the rub of feathers against feathers that accompanied her light steps. "Do you need something? -- Did I wake you?"