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Hey all. Have been thinking really hard about this but I really just keep losing momentum on this blog. I don't think Tumblr as a format is really working for me any more and My motivation to maintain it is virtually non existent. I think I'm just going to go ahead and archive this blog. I'll still actively check it for a little bit though.

If any of you want to keep in touch, please DM me and I can hand over my Discord or Twitter link.

Thanks to all who have been patient and have written with me. I'd still be up for rp on Discord and stuff so don't give up on me just yet. I'll probably make more use of Toy house as well to put character profiles up. We'll see how it goes.))

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"I wonder how long we'll have to wait until we pay the consequences of poop water being on our runways." --Air Traffic controller who didn't realize his mike was live.

Two authoritive and highly disgusted voices in unison answer:

"There's WHAT on the runways??"

Both Commander Avianna and Camden made an unfortunately timed passover and soon the ground team will be looking for justice. Let's all pray it will be merciful.

#ic #anon answers

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Phoebe: We're all gonna be SAFE! We're all gonna have a great time!

@silkscrapkeeper Morph Moth: -exists-

Phoebe: WHAT IN THE JESUS CHRIST WAS THAT-

#crack #ooc #Phoebe #Morph Moth #SoundCloud

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((Aiming to be back to it soon. Sorry I'm taking forever. While I'm feeling better, the Roni's took it out of me a lot and I've just kinda been exhausted.))

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Gonna get in to trying to post tomorrow.))

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Reblog this if it’s okay for people to message you about character ships!

(Please remember this is NOT a license to ship-push! Please remember to respect when someone says they don’t want to ship something, which means you stop talking about it. Please also remember to read a person’s rules before interacting with them!)

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Still feeling a bit rough right now. Unfortunately I finally got Rona’d after 3 careful years but will get back to posting soon.))

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Reblog if you’re a ‘ low maintenance ‘ RP Partner.

( This is typically someone who doesn’t hound their partners for replies and has a relaxed style for conducting their RP blogs ! Feel free to specify what this means to you in particular in the tags ! )

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Full of cold and it's kicking my butt a bit so gonna take a break today until I get my energy back. I've been pushing it a bit too much.))

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“Look, I promise you it really isn’t that interesting what I have planned. It’s just for work. Some parts for some old storage units that are out of date. My boss is too cheap to buy new ones so I gotta make do.” she’d at least try to explain and sate his curiosity. Not that it gave much away and wasn’t again much further from the truth.

“I...ah... I guess. Though it will just pick up your electrical signals.” Phoebe would pull the device out and turn it on. Pointing it at him as it stirred to life. “Though you do emit a lot more EMF than some old fuses. As do most reploids.” she’d turn the device off again and pocket it. “I-is that everything? I mean, do you want some cash for the scrap? I didnt really know anyone really owned it.” she’d try to change the subject off of the maverick detection unit...

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

#ic #rp #Morph Moth

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“A martini? A lady after my own heart.” He’d chuckle as his demeanour relaxed. Not a moment later her drink would be served as well as a top up of his own. No denying the service was fast when one was in charge.

“So how long have you been in Abel city?” He’d enquire. More an ice breaker than anything on his part, though learning her angle on things wouldn’t be too bad. “It’s pretty risky looking for work here when your not in the hunters good books.” the serpent would ponder. “Though I suppose there’s plenty to go around if you know the sort.” he’d huff lightly, expelling another small plume from his snout and extinguishing the embers in the ashtray, feeling his chemical stores were sated for now.

He indeed had no idea just how old the bot sat next to him was. Of course, he wasn’t going to risk asking a lady her age! Now that would be very improper.  “But here’s me making assumptions. I tend to have quite a few young start ups pass through, so forgive me if I’m wrong.” he’d smile down to her as he’d sip his drink.

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Mamba would sigh and exhale again, reclining back in his seat as he’d hear her out. He seemed content that his gut feeling was right, at least from his perspective as she explained her side of the situation.

“Very well. I can accept needs must.” Mamba would answer dismissively. His eyes more focused on the club rather than at her as he listened. “Not like I can send a lady away in times of need. That’d just be cruel.” he’d insist and flag over one of the waiters. “I wont pry in to the specifics of your circumstance, but can I offer you a drink for the trouble of bringing mine?” he’d ask her. “I’ll even have one or two men keep an eye out so the coast is clear, permitting you knowyour way around?” 

He’d been in that position after all. It could be a desperate time and while he remained stoic to her, he did sympathise. It was tough when the world collapsed around you… “Damnable hunters are getting too bold these days. Harassing youngsters in the street. Tch…”

Youngsters! She had to hold back her laugh. If he only knew. 

His demeanor had her questioning whether or not he was a maverick. The two men keeping an eye could be a trap. Or perhaps he just assumed she was labeled maverick and he was aiding one of his own. It made sense if he did.

Whatever the reason she wanted to do her best to try and leave on good terms. It’d make getting back to her hideaway far easier and she didn’t want to have to repair one of her own limbs again.  

Not to be rude she smiled. “Honestly, I’d love a martini. A good drink is one of the few simple pleasures this age can offer someone.” 

#ic #rp #Alchemic Mamba #Triage

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“Oh ah... I’m more so of a collector of all things handy.” Phoebe would answer him on his first question. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. All the parts she’d gathered had indeed been intended for replacement and repairs of some of the older, niche machinery left in the lab, and they would come in handy.

She’d almost forgotten about the scanner in her belt, glancing down at it. “Oh ah... this? It’s nothing. Just a little device I use to test electrical voltage.” Phoebe would bare faced lie on that one. “Standard EMF stuff and all that just to make sure they all work?” she’d try to make it sound like it at least made sense. “And isn’t a lady allowed to go out and have herself a self care drive and pick herself up some recycled goods?” Phoebe would then enquire, folding her arms. “And I feel I have every right to be worried since you followed me all the way from the scrap pile to here. Who the heck does that?!”

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

#ic #rp #Morph Moth #Phoebe

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“W-what are you sur-....” no that wasn’t the correct line of questioning regarding the truck. As disappointed as she was to hear, he wasn’t going to lift the curse from her this time, but that wasn’t the priority. She’d shake her head.

“Well, that depends on the type of information you’re after really.” She’d answer him back nervously, stepping back away from him a few more feet as he’d hop off the truck bed. Perhaps she could keep him in front of the security cameras long enough and stall him if she got him talking to her? It was worth a shot to wait out on security.

“What’ll it be, stranger?”

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

#ic #rp #Morph Moth #Phoebe

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Looking in to her truck bed was one of the main things of the day Phoebe very quickly came to regret indeed. And going by how the day went so far, she couldn’t say she was surprised to see what she did.

The staring down of the huge maverick she had previously thought she’d shaken, crouched in the corner of her truck staring her down with as much bafflement as she had threw her through several mental and emotional loops. She wasn’t sure if she were to laugh, cry or ball up in to the smallest bundle she could manage.

“I er...ah.... I guess it’s your truck now. Good luck.” She’d stammer, turning on her heel and attempting a quick frog march away from him.

If she were lucky she might get to a guard station in time.

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

#ic #rp #Morph Moth

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Much to Moths predictions, he was right. In fact, Phoebe had elected to drop off her haul at the storage at work before headed home since she was headed that way anyhow. Right in to the maws of the hunter base’s staff parking lot she would turn, and park in her usual spot.

The engines would quiet and the door would open and slam shut as the trucks occupant would get out and pause. Phoebe would stretch her legs and hiss an exasperated sigh as her focus went on to an empty lot... her gaze lingering sadly for a moment as memories of... her thoughts would then intentionally interrupt themselves with the task at hand.

The red head would lock up and head over to her truck bed to gather the spare parts.

@silkscrapkeeper Opener for Morph Moth))

With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn’t usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn’t gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it’s intended use was quite interesting. A device she’d developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She’d wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she’d keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she’d know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

“I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses…” she’d mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

#ic #rp #Morph Moth #Phoebe

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Mamba would sigh and exhale again, reclining back in his seat as he’d hear her out. He seemed content that his gut feeling was right, at least from his perspective as she explained her side of the situation.

“Very well. I can accept needs must.” Mamba would answer dismissively. His eyes more focused on the club rather than at her as he listened. “Not like I can send a lady away in times of need. That’d just be cruel.” he’d insist and flag over one of the waiters. “I wont pry in to the specifics of your circumstance, but can I offer you a drink for the trouble of bringing mine?” he’d ask her. “I’ll even have one or two men keep an eye out so the coast is clear, permitting you knowyour way around?” 

He’d been in that position after all. It could be a desperate time and while he remained stoic to her, he did sympathise. It was tough when the world collapsed around you... “Damnable hunters are getting too bold these days. Harassing youngsters in the street. Tch...”

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“Harmony, hm? A nice name.” He’d comment. “I’m sure not much for introductions are needed since the ‘recruitment intervies’, but you may call me Mamba.” he would introduce himself. Manners were all part of charm after all. “Tell me. You seem to have gotten yourself in a spot of bother with the law. It’s the only reason I can think an S class hunter was spotted on the premises so brazenly and a whole new face was suddenly added to my roster.” He would get down to business immediately. 

Mamba half considered her to be a plant of some kind, a spy, but the less subtle nature of her entrance didn’t add up to him… he could only speculate, or take the sensible option and ask her himself from here.

“So, let’s start anew here and ask the obvious question.” he’d light up a cigarette and place it in its holder, his long, forked tongue wrapping around the handle and taking a long and concentrated drag and resting his face in his palm as he’d look down at her again. “What the heck are you doing, young lady?”

“Well thank you Mamba Im quite fond of my name myself. “

She watched for a moment as the trail of smoke lazily snaked up up from the freshly lit cigarette. The close proximity was enough for her to give him a casual look over. He was certainly more intimidating up close. At least for the moment he was civil. It remained to be seen how long that would last. 

“I’m sure you know there are a host of reasons why people living down here would want to avoid talking with hunters.” She shifted slightly on her tabletop perch so she could send him a smile, “I mean, who wants to be interrogated by someone that can decide then and there who is worth living and who deserves to be sent to the scrapyard when we are all just trying to get by?” 

“I was simply hoping to slip into a crowd so he’d give up. I’m not worth enough of their time to put forth any real effort in finding me which is why he left so quickly.” 

#ic #rp #Alchemic Mamba #Triage

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Phoebe would flinch at the sound of the clank, adjusting her rear view mirror... to see nothing in the bed. Perhaps it was just some of the parts she’d picked up shifting around in there? Not like she’d had much of a chance to secure them down before she left.

Fortunately for moth, Phoebes timing seemed to be impeccable as she’d look back at the road, and of course once getting near civilisation of some sort, she’d have to adhere to the speed limit and slow down. Trying to calm down and put what happened in the scrap yard behind her.

“Maybe I should take a nice oil bath when I get home. Get some candles, tea and just relax. I think I need it.” She’d contemplate to herself. Her guard lowering and now being blissfully unaware of her stowaway. 

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With the clunk of sun baked metal, Phoebe would hoist another part in to the bed of her pick up truck. Dusting her hands if rust off. She didn't usually have much of a reason to visit the scrap yard, but a curiosity had come to her a few days before hand. And of course, finding parts for some of the older lab machinery was always a plus.

Though the main reason she was there lay in a small, box like device in her hand. It hadn't gone off much yet, much to her expectation but it's intended use was quite interesting. A device she'd developed to recognise the signature of the Maverick virus. Able to scan the air waves for any matching digital signatures from long passed mechanicaloids in the scrap yard.

She'd wander back in, pressing the button to activate another wave, but as expected nothing seemed to stir, fortunately she supposed. Yet she'd keep it tucked handy in her belt for the time being. If something of the like were to be near by, she'd know from the blipping noise it would start to make.

"I was rather sure I saw some old appliances. They might have some in tact fuses..." she'd mutter to herself, not wanting to spend too much more time here than she needed to. But a list was a list.

#ic #rp #Morph moth #Phoebe