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Malika Carnelian RP Blog OC made for TFPrime verse; TFEarthspark verse; Bayverse; Multiverse, Tag tracker is malikacarnelian. Please see the infos pinned post before interacting. Mun is 30+
Written by - Nana
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[ pfp art by: rinotuna ]
“It is not a Earth language indeed.” she replied with a simple grin, before turning all the writing of the paper through a portable screen-slide. “But a cybertronian one.”
“Uhmmm... Ratchet” she paused, the tone was calm and quiet, “Whenever you can, could you help me into translate a piece of paper?”
Although he made a low sound of acknowledgement to hearing his name, his helm did not turn toward her until she had mentioned 'translating' something.
"If I have learned the language, probably. Hwat is it?"
// Looooooong loooong time no see! But I've finally reached the end of the contract and I'll be free from hell starting tomorrow! (Sunday). But my legit question is: how many are still here? And especially, how many are still willing to keep rp with my muse? Asking for duties, so that I know if I have to keep the threads or closing them and starting new ones~
//Veeeery sorry for the big absence here, but this time it is not due to work alone, but few bad things happened to both family people and some of my poor kitties, so I'm more with the head looking around for solving problems somehow than having some free time just for myself.
I hope it will end soon enough, but I'm still in a heavy hiatus atm. Thanks for the time and understanding.
“Death or...this?!” If it wasn't for him approaching her, right now Malika would happily lost her senses and pretend to be dead, but instead... the kind touch of the demon's knife reminded her to be very aware of all the happening, alongside his words and the only way to survive in that situation... perhaps.
The girl just hold her breath tightly, shivering at the thought to be killed on the spot, but what dlse could she do if not ccept this twisted fate?
“Working for you... on what, exactly? Not that I have many choices... but I'd like to know, at least–” poor young human being...
She wasn't supposed to see that, but in the end… she unfortunately did, and be speechless about it. “Let's… suppose that I didn't, then–”
The demon observed the individual, his hand held the knife that killed the unfortunate soul while the tip of the blade drips with blood, staining the floor with crimson ooze.
“... Eh? Coming...with you?? Where?!” she paused, frozen in place after those very confusing words. The girl gave a quick look around before staring again at the creature. “P-PleaseI... I promise I wouldn't say or do anything compromising! Just let me be-” frighten was still present in her heart, while waiting for an answer... hoping for the good one this time around.
She wasn't supposed to see that, but in the end… she unfortunately did, and be speechless about it. “Let's… suppose that I didn't, then–”
The demon observed the individual, his hand held the knife that killed the unfortunate soul while the tip of the blade drips with blood, staining the floor with crimson ooze.
Malika up until now really did saw many things in her life... but surely watching someone be murdered right in front of her own eyes by someone... or something unknown to her wasn't really a nice add-in.
“I'll glaaadly take this advice and go the fuck away then~” her tone was clearly shaking, while her steps definitely not, praying the God that he'll not chase after her... not while her eyes were staring at that bloody knife of his during the walk back.
She wasn't supposed to see that, but in the end… she unfortunately did, and be speechless about it. “Let's… suppose that I didn't, then–”
The demon observed the individual, his hand held the knife that killed the unfortunate soul while the tip of the blade drips with blood, staining the floor with crimson ooze.