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(Can’t use the new computer until either Lenovo takes my money or I get a job)

(Lenovo appears to be having issues emailing me my receipt and initiating the transaction, and I'm having difficulty applying to more jobs because my current computer is garbage and hardly any businesses around here do in store applications)

(Is this hell?)

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It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

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blackgrimoire:

Mixed indeed. He couldn’t have seen her face from a distance before; especially since he was doing his best not to look right at her and risk drawing attention when he himself didn’t necessarily want it. Ironic, though, since his hair and the fact there were so few other people out at this hour ensured he was pretty damn noticeable.

But, with her looking at him like that, he would return the scowl. Not that he wasn’t scowling a lot by standard anyway–but that look in her eye certainly didn’t give him anything to smile about. But, she wasn’t opening this conversation by pulling a knife on him or lobbing threats, so there wasn’t any need to escalate things here.

“Depends on the favor you’re wanting.”

He would turn, and look the woman over properly, now that he had an excuse to do so. From the animal-ear headwear to her unusually marked white cloak the woman seemed like she wasn’t a mere civilian. Or was that paranoia talking? Plenty ‘a regular folk wore all sorts of absurd clothes… but fewer, he figured, could walk in snow almost-barefoot.

“Let’s hear it first, since there’s no harm in just asking.”

Reassured by his willingness to talk, Ramlethal’s posture relaxed somewhat. Likewise the scowl that once adorned her face also eased, although not quite to the point of becoming anything resembling a positive expression. Anyone that proved of use to her, without being forced, did not deserve her disdainful glower.

She knew that beginning her request with ‘I’m an artificial being from another world’ was probably the least effective way to get the information she needed. So, she decided vagueness was the best option for this negotiation. Surely even humans, if they recognized she was withholding information, would know when not to pry.

“If it isn’t too much of a bother, I was hoping I could ask you to be my guide.” An arm emerged from her cloak, gesturing as she explained her situation, or at least as much as she could remember, as non-specifically as possible, “I was sent here to conduct research, but I’m from a very distant land and not familiar with this city. I have no doubt that, if I wandered around by myself, I would become hopelessly lost.”

#blackgrimoire #Verse; World of Seithr

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(So, I got this Lenovo laptop last week, and there’s been a bunch of issues with the payment going through. I refuse to open it until the payment is actually finished, so I’m stuck sitting here staring at the damn box it came in until this is all cleared up...)

(Agony...)

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blackgrimoire:

Amid the backdrop of snow, glistening in the light of street lamps and the warm glow of lights within houses, Ramlethal wasn’t the only one who stuck out. Red on white was quite striking, so a boy with bright red hair trudging through the snowfields was easy to spot. He didn’t seem especially cold, though… even if he also seemed pretty annoyed by the constant snowfall.

“Ugh… what the shit? Is the weather control busted in this city? Why?” It was going to make finding shelter for the night much more difficult than he had anticipated. The cold wasn’t as much of a bother for him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t succumb to it at all–and sleeping in the snow? Not on the list of things he wanted to do.

It was around this time, when he was stopped in the center of the completely blanketed street and looking up at the immaculate lights in the sky that movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned, only to see someone clad almost fully in a cloak walking through–though they moved as though they had no particular destination. Really he just remarked in his head that he wished he didn’t ditch his old cloak–it would come in handy right about now!

He would pay little attention; though not none. A person whose hands he couldn’t see could easily be concealing weapons. He wouldn’t let himself get put on edge, though… not unless they came up close to him, or tried to sneak up behind him or something.

The sound of crunching snow under Ramlethal’s feet slowed as she spotted a red-haired young man from the corner of her eye. As far as she could tell, he was human, which didn’t mean a whole lot as she wasn’t looking for a fight. She was, however, compelled to approach him, as his appearance was notable and she assumed he was more than just a simple civilian, despite his apparent age.

The amber-eyed girl turned to walk towards him, holding her contempt for humanity in check to the best of her ability, resulting in only a ‘mild’ scowl. Her movement ceased roughly two or three arm’s lengths away from the boy before her, so as not to encroach on the personal space these humans loved so much. She stood silent for a moment and a half, as conversation wasn’t one of her primary strengths, before finally addressing the human.

“You there, young man. I... apologize for bothering you, but could I ask for a favor?” Though her voice was soft, there was no true emotion behind it, this paired with her displeased expression most likely gave off a very mixed vibe.

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Closed starter for @blackgrimoire

It had all happened almost quicker than her mind could process: the familiar sound of Mother’s orders, a bright flash, then a chilling breeze that washed over her entire body.

Mother had informed her of a world not unlike the one connected to the Backyard, containing an unknown element that could very well prove useful to her, and so she chose Ramlethal to investigate and, perhaps, bring a sample upon her return. There was, however, one issue with this task she had been given - it seemed that the instantaneous travel between such distant worlds had jostled her memories somewhat, and worse yet, the trip appeared to be only one way.

To put it lightly, she was lost...

On edge, Ramlethal’s gaze scanned her immediate surroundings, discovering what appeared to be a town, no, a city surrounded by and covered in vast amounts of snow. This was certainly not a place she was familiar with, and, much to her displeasure, contact with Mother had been cut off, her only choice was to search for clues herself within the city before her. “I imagine I stand out like a sore thumb. Attention is the last thing I want right now...” thus, as she approached the snowy city, Ramlethal opted to use her cloak to cover her body completely so as to draw as little suspicion as she could manage in her hunt for answers.

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(Mun face claim acquired, many thanks to @blackgrimoire for supplying me with a much needed link! I think that solves the last issue I was having, actually!)

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I should... probably find mun face claims, don’t want to use muse icons for too much longer, or things could get confusing!

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The hunt for Guilty Gear, Blazblue and other roleplayers is on! I sure hope the community hasn’t died!

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