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@willreignite steps through flame with haunting eyes on her back.
“ Whoaa, step aside everyone; it’s THE Commander
Shepard. Want me to get the special red carpet? ”
How quick she was to call-out the suit type upon sight; but how could you contain yourself when you recognize Commander Shepard; Savior of Humanity? But a blight to the side of a certain firebrand, she’s not too happy to see the woman coming this way, there could only be one reason; C-Sec might’ve sent her or worse, the Council. Wasn’t she a Spectre at some point? “ You don’t look like you buy off the black-market... comin’ to clean house? ”
#willreignite#// I tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible#// just in case you had a specific place you wanted shepard#// etc etc#// timelines all that jazz#// if not I can always rewrite it!
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THIS SLUT
TEMPERANCE at its best. The woman had literally no filter. And while she doned a SCATHING tongue, her irritation being so easily accessible through a single jab was also bloody ENTERTAINING.
“Aw, did I hit a nerve? My bad.” she feigns genuine contrition, a hand ascending to her chest dramatically. “Wouldn’t want to see one of your implants BLOW OFF by accident. Though, if it can SHUT YOU UP, I could use some SILENCE.”
“ Are you for fucking real? Blow off my implants? You think you’re the only stupid motherfucker to try? ” There’s a reason the Tenth Street Reds didn’t go bothering with her anymore, why no one delighted to work with a hell raiser like Manah. She found her trigger finger turn itchy, while this asari’s face was looking like a good target.
Seething with rage, the redhead kept her hand to her hip, just within reach of her handgun. Even if it didn’t do a damn thing it be a nice distraction for a big ol warp in her smug ass ugly face. All she needed was a reason, any kind of reason, to set the fuck off and beat this whores face in, but for now she was restrained. If she wanted to go kicking a beehive she’d find hornets instead.
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STARTER CALL
#STARTER CALL.#here if anyone wants to have some short threads#I think I already have a big bigger ones idk#i say this but watch me reply super long anyway#the shithead i am
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LENA
“Look, we need DISCRETION sometimes. Y'know, not shootin’ up every man we see. And sometimes we can’t kill anyone at all. Not everyone is a fatal threat, as hard as that can be to grasp. You have to pick your battles.”
“ Yeah, I did pick my battles; I chose this one and now they’re all dead. The hell did you think I do, blitz? Wanderin’ around bein’ some hero? I’m a damn mercenary; I kill people I’m not the goddamn police. But f i n e if it makes you stop cryin’ I’ll just smash ‘em in the head -- WHACK -- knocked the fuck out. ”
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Chibi animation commissioned by @fatamoirai
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ASARI WHORE
“Well, your krogan boyfriend’s ass might live a thousand years
but yours isn’t eternal. So, whether it happens or not, you won’t
be there to see it.
Get outta here, kid. The playground’s the other way.”
“ Oooh, that’s real cute. Bitch, I’m gonna live long enough, trust me. These parts aren’t all for show, like you useless blobs in this galaxy. ” Hinting towards her synthetic parts, amused by the idea now that it was on her mind. Maybe it was a thought to keep for later? Couldn’t hurt... Manah was never one for giving up ideas.
But it’s the asari’s low-toned warning that alerts the redhead, enough to make it seem as if she had ears that had perked high up, and ever slowly her cheery expression turned dark. Running her tongue along her dried lips, teeth bare while in the middle of a snarl---
“ FUCK OFF, WHORE!! KEEP PLAYING WITH
ME AND I’LL RAZE WHATEVER’S LEFT OF
YOUR PISS-HOLE BITCH BAND!! ”
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SOME CHICK
That was quite literally a roller coaster ride to hear. No. What a god damn train wreck.
You couldn’t help but nod back half out of being impressed, the other being slightly mortified. You weren’t even that cruel to the people or demons you’d killed. Shit.
“–That’s um, yeah that’s good thinkin’. Yeah, don’t leave with anyone in a bar.” What else were you supposed to say ‘You should go to a clinic and get diagnosed’? You’d rather be stuck with your boss alone for a night then incur the wrath of a psychotic woman. Or what you assumed to be one anyway. You had a pension for judging others and making assumptions of them through your first interaction with them. This woman was no different though you were sad to say most of your assumptions were right. Violent, random and crude. Nice.
So long as she wasn’t thinking of swinging anything at you, you were alright conversing with her. Not everyday you found someone with a similar mind set to your own. “So, did his mom actually have a dick or were you just pissin’ him off by sayin’ his mom had more balls than he did.”
Rubbing the edges of her dried lip, Manah thinks on her new company’s words for a time; guess she’d never thought about just NOT leaving with strangers in the first place. But there had been something impulsive about the whole ordeal; being drunk, picking the first pretty face she saw and then headed back home. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon for the redhead -- the decisions part -- yet the sexual part was most certainly a new one; often times she made it a point to just do the business herself. People left you, they used you... but it was fine if they were her own fingers? And an object? And yet she had that craving, that NEED.
Snapping back to the conversation her dramatic pose for thought changed, slumping further onto the bar until her ass wasn’t half-off the stool. “ I was just pissin’... that fucker off is what.” A low-pitched squeal escaped her in what could only be described as an inhaled hiccup, “ he was such a little fucking BITCH about it. Men always think they’re men until somethin’ doesn’t go their way, and so they gotta be TAUGHT a little sumthin’. But... doesn’t matter, he can’t do no learn’n now.”
“ Is that why you’re here? Lookin’ for some ass? ” With a bored expression the woman examines her empty shot glass, her chin rocking from side-to-side childishly on the bar top. “.. or maybe a fight. Always easy to find in the ritzy places if you wanna make rich folk squeal, the bodyguards come and damn do they make you work for it. ”
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Send “That doesn’t look like a scratch.” for my muse to react to yours finding them bandaging a wound.
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@vindictivevirus STUMBLES UPON A FIELD OF BLOOD. HER WRATH IS SUBDUED.
“ Yeah, yeah, yeah fuck off. See I’m doing shit here? ”
Dismissively the woman waves her hand, urging the other to leave while she tinkers on what appears to be a small canister. With delicate fingers she inserts more powdered substance and then uses a thin wire to stir around inside. “ mm... might be a good enough mixture. ”
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PRETTYBOY
❝ say what you will, but its a unisex sport. ❞
as she closed in, he remained firm with unrelenting poise. not normal: that was his conclusion—– because he always seemed to attract the abnormal. it was a daily chore not to be bitter about the hand he was dealt. ( she made it all the more challenging. ) ❝ not at all, I’m actually on my way to peru. if you wanted to see my ass doing twirls && flips then you won’t this time around. ❞
“ Is that right? ”
She’d not respond for a few minutes more, whatever she was thinking it had forced a giant scowl on her face and immediately she waved him off. “ Go to peru or... the fuck wherever. ” Talking to him was like kicking a dead horse; no reaction, not even a little amusement for her to go off of. Not even stealing from him was really worth it, she’d find a better target.
“ Bye. ”
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@wcsea DARES TO SHOW HER FACE AGAIN.
“ Oh great, you’re still alive. Here I was hoping maybe
one of your freighters blew the fuck up with you on it.
The hell you want? You know I don’t like dealing with your kind. ”
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PRETTY BOY
if one listened close enough, they might have been graced with most distraught internal sigh. a soft breath drawing a drag from the cigarette between his lips; people all over the place today but he could dig it ( for the most part. ) eyes cut to the side, she had an eye thing. some type of dragon ball z scouter looking thing. maybe she was dressing up or something. ❝ aw, you think I’m pretty? wouldn’t be the only one. ❞ eyelashes batted, lips curved to crooked smirk. ❝ besides, I’m a gymnast, I can’t put on too much muscle anyways. ❞
“ Oh, you do girly things. Make’s sense. ”
That shit-eating-grin doubled in size when she stepped a little closer, maybe a little too close, her eyes subtly spying about his person. No doubt he knew he was being made for something; why else would a rough ‘n tumble lady like her talk to him? “ Is that where you’re goin’ now? Do flips ‘n twirls, all that jazz? ”
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@aniimcs IS ABOUT TO GET HARASSED.
“ Oooh! Look-at-this, don’t think I’ve seen one’a these kinda boys in a long time. ” Manah begins with a swaying of her head, tossing strands of red just out of her peripheral view of the man walking by. Her good eye had caught his passing and now the synthetic one was doing a bit of scanning, “ look how thin you are, pretty boy. Don’t know what meat is? ”
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@lamaree just doesn’t know what she’s about to get herself into.
A loud BELCH escaped the redhead, the back of her palm reaching up to rub away at her mouth with a sneer, “ and then... then I told him to go eat his mothers dick. Last thing he knew -- WHAM!! Goes my bat straight between the eyes, so, ya figure how messy that is. Always forget my strength isn’t like no humans, what with all the synth shit inside me. Bloods hard to get outta your carpet, so is brains. ” Her drunken story comes to an end, a pleased smile etching across her scarred-up mug.
“ So... from that point on I figure one-night stands ‘n me suck. ”
#lamaree#// when you meet somebody in a bar and just start talkin about the time you murdered a stranger#// just manah things really
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PLOT CALL
#PLOT CALL.#because I want some stuff written down with peeps who wanna rp#so its easier to write shit out#get a feel for the thread#etc#just give a like and I will approach you with a few ideas or#chat it out with you about your character so I can get an idea
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Okay so I’m doing a seriously huge cleanup of my followers, anyone who has never tried putting effort into interacting with manah I’m just gonna unfollow. other peeps who have in the past are gonna stay, re-do my theme and then a promo. My rules are also being re-worked.
If I’m going to have any drive to do anything on Manah I seriously need to get rid of shit that isn’t helping my muse and writing her, and as much as I like some of the people I follow all it’s turning into is a cluttered dash and being ignored. And nobody likes feeling that way.
Those of you that do still want to stay and work on stuff and plot about what we could do and shit, lemme know or like this. Otherwise everyone have a good life and a good new year.
#OUT OF RAGE.#because honestly I did not follow some people#to watch them interact with everyone else#and just have a number to their follower count#I'm not about that life#and I realized that while I was on zero wanting to do manah stuff
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