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Send “✒” and my muse will tell yours the story behind one of their scars.

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The day Tock had taken on the Grimm Reaper was a day that haunted her for so long.

She’d just barely survived.  The blade buried in her back had pierced almost all the way through, puncturing her lung and leaving her gasping.  She’d had just enough presence of mind to bring up an arm and roll forward, the second blade just barely missing her neck and severing her left hand instead.  Then the blackness took her, an endless, merciless void.

When the faunus woke again, Maria was gone, and Tock was dying.  Her mooks had woken, too, and took her back with them to their tribe, a gesture which she’d never forgotten.  But in the days following, as she healed, she designed herself a new limb, a wicked, sickle-like hook with a jagged edge, all the better to rip and tear.

And then, in the years that followed, Tock was out for vengeance.

It took a long time to track down the woman who’d ruined her.  She’d tried to hide.  But Salem had seen the fire in Tock, and knew to work it to her advantage.  As a reward for Tock’s continued service, she finally gave the faunus the information she desired most: Maria’s location.

She’d set up the ambush between cities.  Grimm were no issue; though they might join in later, Tock and her crew were ignored as they lay in wait.  She watched the main road, her tongue clicking rhythmically against her iron teeth.

Today was the day Maria would die.  Tock was sure of it.

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“Well, well.  Yore cert’inly a looker ain’t ya?” Tock slowly circled the younger woman, one hand on her hip while the other tapped a wicked-looking iron hook against her leg. “Lovely, lovely.  I could jus’ sink mah teef inta ya.  But it ain’t you I’m ‘ere for.  I don’ s’pose y’know where yer sister might be, eh?”

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It wasn’t often her small tribe got visitors to their mountain holding.  For the most part, no one even knew where to find them, not the least because of how much they wandered.  Yet when two of Tock’s gang came running, telling her of a fox faunus who’d come to call, she wasn’t entirely surprised.  She’d known it was only a matter of time before people started wanting to ally with her instead.

Too bad for them, she didn’t want allies.

Still, Tock would humor them.  She followed her mooks back to the barricaded cave entrance.  At her signal, the barricade was lifted, and Tock put a hand to her hip.  Her eyes fell on the hooded faunus; she recognized the uniform as vaguely White Fang, but there was something quite different about it--perhaps a higher rank?

“An’ what’s a foxy like you doin’ in a place like this, eh?” she finally said in lieu of a real greeting, grinning broadly to show off her iron fangs. “Lookin’ all fancy-like.  This shore ain’t no place fer you.  Lots’a bandits, I ‘ear.”

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“Plooooooover~” Tock stepped into the fortress, twirling her falchion on her hook.  Golden eyes scanned the shadows as she made her way through the darkened halls, the scrape of metal on metal preceding her movement. “Plover, luv, where are you~?”

The woman Tock called Plover was notoriously hard to find when she didn’t want to be.  It was a trait that sometimes annoyed the crocodile, but at other times, she just found it amusing.  She knew she would be here--she almost always was when she wasn't on a mission for their master. And then sure enough, in one of the parlors, there was the raven, seeming to be asleep.

Tock didn't even try to stay quiet, but she did sheath her blade. Sauntering toward the faunus lounging on the couch, she flopped over onto Libra, grinning broadly.

"'Ello, Plover," she teased, and lifted her hook to pluck at one of her iron teeth. "'Ope I didn' wake ya. Don't s'pose ya got time fer yer lil' croc do ya?"

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sorry i didn’t get to the drafts.  was kinda draining today >.<

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Aight, starter call! Hit that like button. I’ll get to them as soon as I can 💚

#ooc #starter call #evening reblog #gonna get these started when i get home

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Aight, starter call! Hit that like button. I'll get to them as soon as I can 💚

#ooc #starter call

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                                      Ticking away

                                                             the moments

                                      that make up a dull day

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                                      Ticking away

                                                             the moments

                                      that make up a dull day

                                                                    indie private highly selective tock

                                                                                               as written by zhanael

                 image by seal

#ooc #promo #self-promo #rwby rp #rwby #rp #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 6 spoilers #rwby volume 6 #rwby v6 spoilers #rwby v6 #rwby6 spoilers #rwby6 #rwby 6 spoilers #rwby 6

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Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential?

Hardly.  Tock discovered her semblance early and got a big-time god-complex from it.  Until she went after Maria, she was living the life she wanted, which she created for herself.  To her, she was living up to her potential in a huge way.

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🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

Sometimes, when she’s bored and awake when no one else is, she’ll actually pluck her teeth to various tunes so it resonates in her skull.  Plus, she’ll sometimes absentmindedly start clicking her tongue in a rhythmic ticking pattern–that tends to drive her gang nuts, but she’ll beat down anyone who tries to point it out to her.

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March ;; Are you superstitious?

Not in the least.  Tock has never believed in any gods, not in truth, and actually despises religious people, even peaceful ones.  She’ll go out of her way to be a dick to them, vandalize churches/temples/etc.  But because of her semblance, she believes she’s the closest to a god that anyone can get–or at least, she did, until she met Salem.  She’ll never worship Salem, but she has respect for the woman who’s much like her.

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                                     ||   If we’re gonna be in 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿,

                               then we might as well  R A I S E  it !  ||

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this was my takeaway from this episode

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