#hallowleylines :: current

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loud and deafening silence :: closed

(a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

@hallowleylines sent: company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. Malkuth/Current

What was that phrase? She’d heard it before and thought it was rather silly. No news is good news. If given the option, wouldn’t someone rather know the answer? Maybe that’s her limitless curiosity for both the new and strange. Maybe it was latent anxiety given that traumatizing experience at the L Branch. And yet, having learned what she did, now it’s starting to make sense. Sometimes you don’t want to fill that hole in your chest. Sometimes getting the answers just tears more of it out. There had once been a bastion of hope, for some of her friends and others she had worked with. Is this lucky? It sure didn’t feel that way.

“Mm…” She gives a small noise of acknowledgement, uncharacteristically shallow in emotion or reaction, when Current takes his place next to Malkuth. A similarly small glance to look at the operator before returning her gaze forward, levelling the vacant eyes to stare through the small window of her dorm room. Wastes. Empty. Lifeless. Or just dangerous. That’s what was out there. And that’s what was left at her former workplace. Does she tell him? She should. Even if he’d probably just say something stupid or dismissive. But hearing anything might help get through some of the pain. Maybe? It’s not as though a former assassin would be a stranger to the concept, right?

Malkuth chances another glance, questions in her eyes that go unseen by the one who had decided to join her. Perhaps they heard the sniffing. Perhaps they had been there just to be there. It’s so annoying, sometimes. How they couldn’t see. That being around him necessitated speaking up instead of… what? Why is she even complaining? That’s not fair. To him or herself.

“Um. They’re dead. The. The people I worked with. In the lab in Kazimierz. I found someone who knew. They. I saw a report on what happened. And. Photos of record. After it was discovered.” Malkuth hugs her legs to her chest, her eyes looking further and further past the wasteland out the window. Sinking into herself.

“They left them all there inside the laboratory when it was over. Too dangerous to extract and it’s uh. It’s like. The …” So unpreoccupied with the how she’s not sure what to bother conveying. How the laboratory was raided and shut down by force. Brutal adjudicators leave nothing but destruction behind. The experiments loosed from their tanks. Many themselves cut down or left to wander.

“My best friend there. The one who I thought might have gotten out. She didn't.”

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: malkuth #verse :: arknights #inbox :: answered ic #but dont worry its all okay now right

[seawrought]

Tag nine people you want to get to know better  

Favorite color(s): cyan, various blues

Favorite flavor(s): sugar? i don’t have a favourite flavour but i like sweets so that’s gotta be the one

Favorite genre(s): fantasy, scifi, wacky murder mysteries for inexplicable reasons 

Favorite music: whatever the mood dictates honestly

Favorite movie(s): wong kar-wai’s fallen angels, no contest for any other movie ever

Favorite series: i watch far too many shows to remember them all let alone being able to decide on a fav lol

Last song: the mood dictates brutus on repeat lol

Last movie: uuuhhhh. i forgot

Currently watching: carnival row season 2, critical role campaign 3

Currently working on: the usual gacha tasks + events, carrdifying blogs, making icons for others.... and sometimes!!! even replies!!!!11! 😔

Tagged by: @multiipl​ ty!

Tagging: i’m not sure i have 9 people to tag and no clue who has done this yet but anyway! @invinciblegavial @resonanz @dcviated @ephemeralwxsh @hallowleylines @consumeall @homeport​ well i’ve tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn’t even matter

edit: didn’t even check if some of these blogs may belong to the same muns, but in this house we live with the shame. just proves the meme’s point that i gotta get to know everyone better.

#◂ ♆ ▸ ▏ born of the salt ▏ ooc #//my speed with memes is even worse than my speed with replies #//sorry for that :')

[maiden-after-dark]

@hallowleylines replied to your post “"Can I be prescribed for a serious dicking?"...”:

Dick her out of some sweets sure. -Current, probably

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"Risk 18 for you. . ."

[oniguarded]

MEET THE MUN.

TAGGED BY ; STOLEN FROm @overx​

NAME ; Gemini. Hoshiguma / Kal’tist mun (due to how often I write the two). Even Gem. 

STAR SIGN ; ITS OBVIOUS. 

GENDER ; Male. Don’t worry about it. We gucci here. 

HEIGHT ; short enough to kick people in the knee caps. 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION ; Not in this house. I am MARRIED!!!!

FAVORITE COLOR ; Blues, greens, black, white, & red. 

TIME RIGHT NOW ; 11 pm at the time of this post. 

CURRENT LOCATION ; SOMEWHERE. 

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP ; 5-8 hours tops. Busy man is busy. 

NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER ; one. It’s thick so. 

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ; All of my muses. LOOK, I am into the most fucked up characters like W, & Kal, to being into the weirdest ones out there. IE. SUZUKA, then you got characters like LONK WHO IS LIKE: *breaks your pots for money*, or Hoshiguma who is chill af then wants to break someone’s neck in half. I HAVE NO MERCY AT ALL, ON THIS DAY I WILL SHOW YOU MY PASSION. 

FAVORITE BOOK ; Call me basi.c, but the series of unfortunate events was my shit back in school. H.arry potter was decent. Unfortunately, it’s been a long time I picked up any books. 

FAVORITE ARTISTS/BANDS ; TOO MUCH TO NAME. NEXT. 

DREAM JOB ; Design artist most likely. Always been fond of drawing outfits. 

WHAT I'M WEARING ; PJS WITH BLANKETS. ITS FREEZING. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS ; @eternityhistoria​ is moi. Mainly centers around Kal’tist. 

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS ; Not really which thank goodness because so. many. asks. 

WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL ; oni(her race) guarded (act. to defend one from harm). LOOK SHE WAS GIVING ME MASSIVE BRAINROT

TAGGING ; @hallowleylines @nemophylla @macrcphylla​ go apeshit if you see this. 

#out of demons (OOC) #Childish much? (MEMES GAMES)

[rcguna-archived]

@hallowleylines​ is making it happen

It wasn’t hard to assume after seeing a few people leave the kitchen with large chunks of the baked sweet. There’s also some personal experience himself that one act of generosity not only invites another, but sends word to three more. With the wafting scent of brown sugar and cinnamon filling the halls the Liberi could be in for more than just a few more demanding and hungry mouths.

His sleeves are already rolled up with a smile as he sets down the bananas and grabs some eggs to crack.

“I wanted to help anyway, so it’s not a problem. Hm... eh?” Something seems off about the preparation areas that Anvil was using. After a moment of working on more batter he pipes up about it. “You don’t like using nuts in your bread, Operator Anvil? I’m a fan of hazelnut myself.”

It should be noted he is currently oblivious of what may be happening back at the fields as a result of helping Anvil out.

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: anvil #team up time

[katsubou]

@hallowleylines​ ♡’d for a starter

     「 ☄️ 」 — “And... there... That should do for now, right?” A huff of satisfaction leaves the vouivre as she gently sets down the rest of the supplies in a corner of the makeshift base, tip of her scaled tail thumping gently to her good mood. Her current assignment landed her with a relief team of medical operatives deployed to a settlement just outside of Victoria, the settlement in question being one Rhodes Island had cooperated with once before.

Thankfully, such past experience with the group along with returning medical operatives made settling down for the time being touch and go. That being said, Shrapnel herself was a new face among the group; alongside a couple of others placed in as an extra layer of protection should things go awry and to do some heavy lifting. She didn’t mind it in the slightest, how could she complain when she was being paid with treatment after all? 

A stretch as she stands to her full height with small pops from her joints and back, all of which garner a soft sigh. She ponders, plan in mind to familiarize herself with the settlement and introduce herself to its residence. Settled on the course of action, she turns... only to find someone behind her.

“AGH!” Her tail wraps around to her front in a defensive manner, jagged black scales along the limb raising not unlike the hackles of a feline. Upon recognizing a fellow operator, she quickly grabs onto the limb with gloved hands, smoothing the scales down to their proper place (unfortunately some fall off).

“Oh crap, I’m so sorry. I almost misfired on you.”

#➤ | heart made of tempered glass ; reiyn | ic #➤ | v.fractured shrapnel ; arknights #hallowleylines #hallowleylines: kali #{ here it is!! #tell me if you want something different #and sorry this took a bit! ;; }

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@hallowleylines

Good job, Current. You've redeemed yourself (for now). Malkuth has been sated if the happy wiggles are anything to go by.

"Thanks, Current. I know that was hard for you and your tough guy image."

#dash :: replied ic #hallowleylines :: current #hallowleylines #muse :: malkuth

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calculating disaster :: open

send in 💗 for me to use a love meter to check the compatibility of our muses.

@hallowleylines sent: 💗Your turn for the emotional disaster-

"NICE."

"Wait wait what the heck this is a what calculator? Ueh--" Now she's scrutinizing the number a little differently, not to mention the statement. Greatest happiness? In love?! She's blinking rapidly. So many blinks. "Uh. That's. Yeah? Eh.. hm... um... haha?"

Kinda not sure how to feel about that... love's something you're either super sure about or not, right? She likes Current. Most of the time but uh. Right? Right. So isn't 69 almost low? Shouldn't it be suuuper high? WAIT NO, LOW? Er...

Sigh.

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: malkuth #inbox :: answered ic #could have done something different but #it begged the reaction

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today is malkuth's BIRTHDAY :: open

@hallowleylines sent: "Hmmm, you're turning into an old hag now." An aggressive squishing of Malkuth's cheeks, squinting carefully at her. No gray hairs yet. That he can see anyways (which is very little). Current's never celebrated a birthday normally, so no gifts. Just here to mock her. Classic. "So which tradition do you prefer? Birthday bumps or spankings? Gotta give you... twenty.... six of them." Guessing a woman's age too? Some thin ice he's wanting to tread on today.

And had this been certain other women around the landship, Current would absolutely find themselves in some deep water right now. Or lava. Or stone. Any number of extremely hazardous situations. Fortunately, Malkuth isn't quite so vindictive, or classy. So the Couatl is spared retribution in the form of corroding flames or otherwise. Instead, he gets what he's asking for-

A hearty smack to the arm along with a pouty face! Oh the horror. At least he can't well see the latter, for better or worse. Maybe it's something he would have relished in if he could?

"Hey! I'm not some old hag! But... you are close. Geez. Do you really consider twenty six to be old hag age?! What the heck that's so mean and ... and... it's like a poor standard! People could assume things hearing that you know. Hmph." An about face turn, nose to the sky and eyes shut. Well. For a moment. She peeks through one, turning enough to see Current again.

"Wait. Are you really asking if you can spank me? Wo~w... you really do want to treat me like some little kid don't you! That's a pretty weird interest to have Mister Current. Mhm. I knew you had some kinks, but~"

...

"I choose neither! Can't catch me!" And off the Kuranta goes, dashing around a corner to avoid both the options!

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: malkuth #inbox :: answered ic #birthdays :: malkuth 2023 #nyoom!

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@hallowleylines sent: Face is strained, as if trying to contain a well of emotions. Bacon grease? She put bacon grease in the cookies? Why? Why does this work? Fucking hell. Ears perk, a signature tell that Current is going to smile (however rare genuine ones are). He isn't an avid fan of sweets, but this? Salty and sweet. Hints of bacon that don't interfere with chocolate. It's dark magic and it works. "This is awful how it all works perfectly. Girl, you've actually out done yourself this time. Damn it, bring it in Malkuth. These are amazing." A compliment and a hug offer in the same day? Truly a miracle.

It's not just Current. As the Couatl struggles to quantify and qualify the melody of flavors dancing along his taste buds so too does Malkuth sit and wait. Wait. Anticipation!!! Gosh it's almost too much to bear, and that's something new. Usually things are just 'fine' or 'awful' after an experiment has been finished. What does it mean? Why is he taking so long to say anything?

"....ueh...." Lips are nibbled, and nervously the Kuranta fingers the edge of the apron she was wearing. A cute look on her to be sure, not that it's the point to be appreciated. Not that the other can see her well enough for it anyway. But he did have a good sense of taste, and she really tried with this one. Sure, it came about as a mistake but she salvaged it, didn't she?

At the very least there was bacon to be eaten if the cookies weren't good. Lots of bacon. Why is there so much bacon?

"Huh?" When Current finally speaks it catches her off guard. She has to wonder if she wasn't dreaming. Flittering gaze goes between the man, his outspread arms, and then her surroundings. Not a trick either? The swaying of her hips is made more dramatic by the swishing of her tail. Muscles tense. Face wibbles. Oh, this is excitement building. "I did good? Really?! You mean it?! Mmmm...!!!"

"Yay!" It explodes out in a bubble of happiness. Malkuth nearly throws herself at the man, wrapping her arms around his neck and hanging off of him with legs kicking before she hits the ground. Oh, she still holds on to him though, you best believe. The big smile on her face would be infectious in any other company. She takes another cookie from the tray for herself and hums happily as she eats it, savoring the duality of flavor.

"Hey. Why'd you take so long to say anything, huh? Oh, I know, I bet you didn't want to admit I did something good, didn't you? That's so mean, Current." She teases, shaking her head with a relieved sigh.

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: malkuth #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: arknights #this was a cute ask and she is very happy

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@hallowleylines sent: Honestly "Sparkleson" (he rolled with it) hadn't seen himself honestly following through with this plan at the end of the day. Yet the city like was one that seemed tantalizing in moderation without any restrictions or expectations of knighthood this time around. They're nowhere near Kazimierz mind but it doesn't lessen the effect. Walking around with Malkuth didn't inhibit the mood either, or rather enhanced it.

He only had a handful of plans he wasn't inclined to share, but in return allowed her a much broader range. There wasn't any nagging or complaining from him whenever she runs off or do some off the cuff shenanigans. Rather he seems to be an active participant in it for once. Not 'watching' from the sidelines, he's front and center to behold the epitome of her silliness, or inevitably being roped into it. It's an unfortunate circumstance this leads to several hits to the wallet whenever she falls into any Valentine's pitfall he has to pick the tab on. Not that he's anywhere near poor, but this definitely not how he foresaw "high maintenance" being. That's just a bit gullible.

He's fine with just about anything today. Shopping? Sure. Dance clubs? Not his strong suit but why not (limiting the her alcoholic consumption after last time). Karaoke?…….That takes a little bit more of prying but he'll eventually budge on it. Very reluctantly agree on that. Other than that he's fine with simply immersing himself with his surroundings. All in but one thing.

Avoiding any 'couples' things would be great in his book, but sensory overload? Being blind makes this nearly impossible and hearing almost off the table. No, he likes to act cool but even he's embarrassed by the amount of times they caught him. "She's just a friend" is a catchphrase mumbled throughout the night for certain. Matching scarves, weird candied apples (he makes an amusing faces trying to get the caramel out his teeth). Even purchasing photos because he hadn't realized they were having their photos taken (that's a lie, he's fucking last-second posing). Shame he'll never see the outcome. But! To the horse they go!

Still, whenever he hears a lull in her schedule ideas he picks up the slack. More like he accounted for the fact surprisingly and it's time for his pit stops in-between. One that seemed boring at first, just a convenient store. He's subtle to guide her to the cooler and that's were the fun starts happening. How the it stretches a lot farther than it should. How in the corner seems to be an open passage to slip through and… it transforms into a funhouse? Secret passages? Mirror mazes? Slides? Story-lines? Talking robots? It's all a trip, but definitely something he feels could keep her busy for at least an hour. Don't mind how Everitt actually gets lost (or rather separated) a handful of times himself talking to the AI. They're cool, okay!?

Once that's said and done, and she's worked up an appetite? To a hibachi style grill they go. He's a fan of the cooking and the chef's are always somewhat amusing with their attitudes and flashiness. It's not something they had back home and well, Malkuth hardly ate actual meals to begin with. It was a slower pace (finally), and so he begins speaking freely and of his own volition. The listening and telling of stories all in a light-hearted nature. Of his Knight's club, Achilles and her friends, the hamlet he grew up in, and his own misadventures with his chattel across the world. It's… different, seeing him speak smile fondly without it being at someone else's expense.

The night winds down, or rather he does as they stroll further. He enjoys this, but he only has so much energy to high-string adventures. 2 a.m it seems. Out way past what he expected so… well he'll turn in. A 9 hour adventure was long enough for him. A journey to his place of rest, so she knows where to go once she's done Of course he'll let her know what floor and room of the hotel he'll be at before placing a separate key into her hands. Number neighbors so it should be easy enough. There's a stare before anything else… then he reaches out and just ruffles her hair a bit before gently bumping foreheads. No words exchanged, just holding it for a few seconds. After that? He simply heads in with the bags of acquired knick-knacks they both had collected. No need to force her to carry it all around town. He'll leave his room door open, just in case she wants to talk. He'll be up for a bit longer reminiscing on how tonight was… fun. It's been awhile since he could describe any day like that.

One would only be able to wonder how Current felt during the evening. It's a given they wouldn't give straight answers. And the Malkuth's would be a catalyst for further confusion. She had a way of taking the timeline in a stride that felt like it skirted carelessly between platonic and possibly affectionate? Then again, the Couatl was largely blind so any confusion brought on by her mannerisms would be missed. That's a good thing, right? Malkuth surely didn't seem bothered at any point. This was all fun and excitement for her!

The best part, if anything, was that it had happened at all. Current could be so grumpy and dismissive she had been largely convinced the idea to go out together was a joke meant to be rid of her but! She was ready! So was he! And the city? Wide open and ready to be conquered by the two peculiar operators. She dressed fun for the occasion but erred on the side of casual. A bag with her things shouldered over an open knit top that let some of the colored tank top she wore underneath peek through. It paired nicely with the slack pants with bellbottom legs.

And yes, Current can't see this, but he could smell the bit of tangerine perfume she wore, right? Also that top feels nice to the touch.

The best descriptor for the evening would be spur of the moment. Though she had made plans it was better described (and executed) as a route through the part of time that so welcomed travelers, tourists, enthusiasts and oh yes- couples. There was a lot more to see than the Kuranta expected in the end, and in her own throes of enthusiasm got side tracked from many of the spotlights she'd expected to steal.

It works out though, and eventually the internal question of is Current gonna go along with this fades away into where can we go next? It's a subconscious shift as the two embrace the newly forged mood and battleplan. And battle does seem to work out, doesn't it? Whether it was a bout of Karaoke or who could finish a ... bizarre drink of alcohol first. The answer is Malkuth. For the alcohol. Current came on top without much issue with karaoke but if it had been scored on enthusiasm and the most laughing then well maybe we could have given Malkuth an award too.

It's no wonder they get confused as a couple. For all their differences they moved and carried themselves in relatively close quarters with a natural movement that invited the assumption. Current explains the correction, but each instance got an amused laugh out of Malkuth as well. Sometimes with a cheeky glance over at the Couatl (again! he couldn't see! her smiles!) but she was never bothered.

How could she be bothered? How could any of this be negative? Even when some of the stores were closed or missed an item in the right size that she wanted to pick up it was never enough to cast any douse on her enthusiasm. A fire burned in this girl and just living life outside and free seemed to add more and more kindling to it. Could she be stopped? Well yes. Inevitably. Even someone like her only has so much energy. She was able to hide the fatigue on her expression but her voice and sighs betrayed a lot of it.

"Yeah! I'm done too! ...it's okay, anyone would be tired this late! I mean it's like... so far after midnight. The only places open now are bars and you said I couldn't have anything else to drink." For some reason he seemed inclined to keep her from drinking too much. Perhaps so she'd have enough sobriety to pull her through the route? She sure wouldn't have made it out of that secret hidden super cool maze if she hadn't had some faculties about her.

"Mm? Uh-" Her hair is ruffled, ears twitching at the sudden show of affection. It's not bad, but where was this coming from suddenly? And as if that wasn't enough, in what she could only see as bizarre coming from the other Operator, their heads touch. Huh? Huh?!?! What- what was he-- "Um." She doesn't move or resist, of course, but she is for perhaps the first time that night rendered silly stupid. There's a tinge of blush to her cheeks too. "Current?"

Largely unsurprising Malkuth doesn't get an answer for her confusion, the other's casual demeanor defusing any awkwardness (or perhaps she just let it go?) as seeing things. Rather than try and decipher the situation she was, for better or worse, just as happy to let it pass for the sake of closing things up for the night. Room numbers and keys. An insistence that he carry up their bags (though she held onto the one she brought) and then it was over.

Or was it?

Malkuth had settled in quickly. A pair of night clothes that had been brought with her for the overnight stay slipped on after a proper shower. The sheets of the bed call to her. They're nicer than the beds back at Rhodes Island to be sure. So big too. She wobbles back and forth in thought, warm gaze free of inebriation shifting between there and her bag. Before long she makes up her mind, and peeks in.

"Current, hey! Are you awake...? You left the door open and the lights on-" Her voice is a heightened whisper. Dummy. But then maybe him doing this was intentional. The fact he invites her in a relief and confirmation. She's quick to enter with all the invasiveness you might expect. "Okay good! I wanted to make sure to give you this before I forgot!" A box is held out and placed into his hand. Or on his lap if he wasn't quick enough to reach. She sits back, cobbled energy manifesting as a smug grin as she stands back with arms folded.

"I made. Chocolate. For you! Actually I made some for a buncha people but this one is different. Uh. It's good, though. I made sure to follow a recipe. I had someone test it for me too." The question though was who... there were many other operators on RI that were just as apt to be horrifying with their tastes or brush away oddities.

Not to mention... who the chocolate was going to.

"Thanks. For coming along with me today. I hope you had as much fun as I did, and hopefully we can do it again before too long. Anyway~ that's all I had to say. So I think I'll get back to my room and get to bed now." She waves, thinks, then reaches out to pat them on the shoulder.

"Goodnight, Sparkleson~"

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: malkuth #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: arknights #time to shoot her down buddy #since you dont like chocolate :^)

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@hallowleylines​ sent:  It's a dramatic drop of the body, one would assume he'd been suffering from a sharp pain. Perhaps poison? He's spluttering and grasping at his throat, barely able to hack out that concoction that can only been made by the devil himself. One with a sharp eye needed not look any further though to the fork dropped beside him. It's riddled the floor with macaroni noodles and.... marmalade? Yes, he absentmindedly tried her food on accident while reading a book. No, he's not dying. (Everitt @ Malkuth)

There are reasons that the mess kitchen should not be left unattended. Forefront of which is that though food is granted to denizens of Rhodes Island for a pittance of their salary, supplies and ingredients should be well moderated to avoid shortages. This, however, is only one reason of many. Matterhorn and Gummy have realized after a few unfortunate encounters that there are other risks to an unsupervised pantry. When the kitchen is left as is other operators may attempt to cook as well. Some people who should not be allowed to cook on their own.

And it just so happens this is one of those moments. And our poor Operator Current is experiencing the first stage of fallout firsthand. It takes a wicked digestive system to tolerate what Malkuth concocts even with the best of intentions. However, when the mindset of marmalade = orange = kinda like cheese = goes on macaroni leads to this? ...a moment of silence...

Psyche.

Here’s Malkuth-

“Oh my gosh, Current! Are you okay!! What happened!!!” The blissfully unaware culprit of this developing crime scene loudly makes herself known when she returns from Gods know where. A researcher the kuranta may be but she’s almost frustratingly blind to the evidence left around the area, reaching a different conclusion altogether. “Do you need something to drink- wait, it sounds like you’re choking? Uh- Okay! I got this! Don’t worry!” With surprising strength the man is lifted up and excessive force applied to their abdomen once arms hook around their gut.

“Come on, cough it up! You’ll be okay! You have to live! I need to know what you thought of my marmaloni!”

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: malkuth #verse :: arknights #i feel bad but then I dont #you never know it could be tasty- #like the funfetti injected chicken!!

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@hallowleylines continued from here

“Shit, like it would change much for me. Just keep flushing these fucks out so I can keep dropping em..” KAKOOM. Once the round was loaded and sight was levelled a pull of the trigger lets out a roar. The illegal armament erupts with force and sends the round careening through the air, deflecting off a tree to adjust the trajectory so that it curved around the other operator and relieved the two bogeys of some body mass. It was messy work, being a sniper, but when you quite literally never missed so long as you had sight on the target- ….nah, still messy. But it paid damn well enough to warrant the occasional oh my god what am I doing with my life internal monologues back home once you went into the fighting business instead of just making a bunch of mods and other illegal things.

“Well look at you chock full of happiness now that I saved your ass again. Funny how that works, huh? Ha! Keep doing it. Because I still got plenty of bullets left.” Sliding back the bolt, the empty canister is ejected with a satisfying clang off to the side, spilling out smoke and chemical residue in a pleasant arc over the Liberi’s shoulder. The next round is pulled from her shoulder strap and slapped into the chamber, bolt sliding back into place as her lethal arts-infused eyes fall back to the scope. Or at least, that was the plan, but as she turns her vision her breath gets caught in her throat. So much for the cocky attitude.

“Fuck! I’m made, I’m made! Th-three guys just dipped around the back of the chapel and are heading my way. Where the fuck did they come from?! Shit!!!” The sniper hisses as she quickly gets to her feet and collapses the weapon to sling over her back. They already had a blind spot and this rifle wouldn’t be putting out shots fast enough to take out a group this close anyway. Best to pull out the grenades now and hope she could get the drop on them if Current couldn’t make it back to her.

#hallowleylines #hallowleylines :: current #muse :: amber #verse :: arknights #:: queue #LETS GO NEW FAZE OC

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@hallowleylines sent: "Smooth Operator, you know littering is prohibited. Please take your trash and dispose of it properly." Current is holding a certain tiny Aegir for Zephyr to claim. Take your garbage back.

"Ah!" So ... well, there were worse things that could be outside the door, right? A point of consideration, actually, would it be worse if a woman had knocked at the door carrying Jester in such a way? Well, his buddy probably would have had a different expression first of all. Similar sense of dread for Zephyr, anyway. Horrible. Why is this landship so fucking dangerous for two cool awesome guys, anyway?

Regardless, situation isn't difficult to gleam given histories now learned and chatter that scampers around the halls. Like little playful mice. Jester, not unlike the Liberi, isn't one to learn properly from their mistakes. Had anyone else delivered him in such a state there'd be more questions.

But Zephyr knows Current. And the problem here is less the state and more ... keeping his smiles to himself.

"Thank you so much, officer." Zephyr patronizes, throwing a salute as he throws the door the rest of the way open and steps forward oh so reluctantly for what must be done next.

The Liberi bends at the knees until he's at performative eye level with his partner in crime, expression soaked through with performative empathy. Lips are wrenched, brows are squeezed. And a large breath is taken as the bird and brat meet gaze and share a brief wordless moment of understanding. Of course, they're going to exchange chatter anyways.

"Aooowwhh... did somebody get in twouble??" Zephyr asks, rhetorically. An emphatic nod from the other confirms the grand mystery. "Did you- did you flirt with Malkuth?! Gasp! You know that's not vewy smart." A shake of the head mirrored by poor Jester. Sharing and understanding the scenario (for now). "But I know we learned our lesson, didn't we??" And so does he sigh, reaching out and ... just kinda... taking the Sarkaz from the Couatl. Scruff to scruff. Like handing off a pet that escaped its cage. Zephyr holds Jester under his arm like a football.

"I'll take it from here. And. Sorry for the trouble. You just have a good rest of the day with your little pony, okay?"

BAM!

Door is closed before any retribution can be had, mad cackling once all was said and done-

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nobody knocks around here :: open

send a symbol for my muse to walk into a room whilst yours is

@hallowleylines sent: 💅getting dressed [ behold Malkuth, Current's tattoos! ]

Holding things up! That's what he's doing. Is there a piece of irony about Malkuth being the one to complain about being on time? Well. Yes and no. The Kuranta is either perfectly on time or scatter-brained late. It's rarely somewhere in between, and, credit to the woman where it's due- usually she's timely. But the misfortune has occurred enough times that it can and will be held against her. Unfairly. Because people (like Current!!!) can be so mean.

And she's just trying to help! Huff! Decked out in her gear ready for the operation, Operator Malkuth has made it a point to march to Current's room, an unceremonious shove to the door once she had it open to make her grievances known by god.

"Current!!! You were supposed to be at the helipad with us like ten minutes ago, what were-- uh." Oh. Well. Based on the hair she could believe they slept in or something, but her eyes were drawn to somewhere other than that. Little lower. No not that low!!! At least he had pants on, but the same couldn't be said for a shirt.

"....those are really pretty looking... UAH!" That's about when her vision starts getting loopy, likely do in part to the Couatl's arts! Maybe he's not happy being leered at, least of all by her! It's enough to snap her back to her senses, hands up in the air as she takes a retreating step. "Sorry I'm going! But you- you need to hurry, o-okay?!"

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@hallowleylines sent: You know, these events definitely garner more attention than really deemed necessary. Crushing melons? With your thighs? And yet it's enough people to actually consider it a challenge. It's wild, but so is Rhodes Island. Any number of people could be here for different reasons. Curiosity, companionship, a trophy, watermelons, or some weird form of delusional perversion. That's why Jester is here, if his eyes critiquing everyone's forms wasn't obvious. Still! He was told not to follow-up, which means he most certainly is going too. He has eyes for many, but there's one in mind! The horse is a cutey and... well... has no clue if she'll man-handle him for trying. No time like the present to find out!

"It's a shame, Lady Malkuth, that there's such a mess on you. You're quite effective but don't you think-" He stops and looks around. He doesn't see him. Good. "That it would be such a waste to throw away the remains? Please, sit down. Let me feast the spoils of your victory from thighs. That's the true rewa-" Oh, wait? When did Current get here? No tazing or anything of the like, just grab and... hyup! Look! He's stuck to the ceiling now for a hot minute. The snake looks... annoyed, but at least he's not angry.

"Geez, he's really intent on this. He's a bit weird but you weren't going through with it... right?" An honest question for the Kuranta. Even he can't predict her entirely still. Poor Jester though, look at him flailing and trying to pry himself down. He'll eventually figure out to just walk around... probably... or Current might just drop him. That'd amuse him right now.

Rhodes Island is the sort of social, lively place that any small event even between a couple friends is bound to end up growing wild as one person tells two, and then those people end up telling... well. Considering what happened when the bird and brat duo took up the November challenge that one time, is it any mystery that a melon crushing contest ended up drawing a similar audience? The cleanup is going to be insane. Someone's going to walk into the cafeteria and see all these destroyed melons and panic.

"So that's why they said the taste wouldn't matter... phew, I need to sit down for a bit, Anvil." A reasonably flushed Citrine mutters as he bears witness to the chaos of crushing. And. Thighs. Wow. As the venue grew in size and the assembly got bigger, the melons that had been picked up by the planners ended up being woefully inadequate.

Well. It just so happens that one melon's seeds can be grown out of control by the Draco's arts. Perfectly sized. Wonderful melons. But they taste bland. No nutritional value either. Downside of excessive application of that growth ability. And yet still messy when the toned thigh of a combat operator breaks through the rind and sends splatter everywhere to the cheers of onlookers.

It's a wonder how the judges are handling this, isn't it? Metrics are being thrown out the window as some operators devour the melons (to often disappointing reaction), some are using impressive swordplay to dice them midair after other individuals lob them sky high, while others are... enthusiastic! Yes. That's the word to use.

Enthusiastic. Malkuth embodies that to no surprise. Amusement intertwined with capable competition as her fluttering laughs and cheers for other individuals leads to what will surely be a day to remember.

The juices of shattered fruits (she's crushed at least two) drip down her legs as she hops up from one of the melon breaking thrones, allowing another entrant to test their mettle on the tougher melons. But wow, the Kuranta was dressed for the part after she was invited; short shorts putting those things on full display. It's no wonder she's attracted certain attention...

"Whehehehew! Soooo awesome! That one felt like it might actually win out. But then it was like CRUCHAH!!! Guess I need to work out a little more if I wanna keep calling myself a combat operator. Hehe. Most of my strength is... ueh?" Her musing to nobody in particular is interrupted when a familiar Sarkaz, the one from the department store, shows up. Jester. Of course she knows him! Silly guy, hangs with a Liberi, gets up to mischief. And Malkuth never seems to be around when it goes down...

"Jester!!! Are you here competing too?! Ah!... What?!? BAHAHA!" Oh no, she's not taking him seriously at all. But from her perspective this feels like some strange act out of an old movie or something? She waves her hand regardless, shooing him away like the silly guy he is. "Good grief, you are so goofy. Noo I think I'm okay, thanks! There's plenty of other melons you don't need the ones... off my legs? That's so weird hehe!" Oh! And that's when static electricity sends them up to the ceiling. Probably a good thing because the thump she would have delivered might have hurt more than the inadvertent rejection. Well. Current was here!

And, for some reason, standing here like this in front of him has her feeling much different than being around people like Jester or Iona, who was currently annihilating one of the melons. Should she feel dumb? Why though? Because she's a total mess of watermelon guts??

Wait, he can't see!!! Stupid for Malkuth to fret over that. Then why is it still... maybe it's the way the Couatl looks right now. The color of their face. And, actually, didn't he get like this with Jester before when they met? Knocking them away and getting grumbly? Puts kind of a weird feeling in her stomach, and she's not sure why it almost makes her.. happy?

Same time though. He looks ready to throw down. Lets fix that.

"Whoa, Current, are you... okay? You look kind of upset right now. Nothing was going to happen! I mean, first of all I'm pretty sure he was just being a big joker." If only. "Don't people like him just mess around? Mmn." "And. Even if he wasn't I wasn't going to let him... but... I do need to get cleaned up, huh?"

Ah. She's Thinking About Things now. And hadn't she just said that was weird? Hypocrite.

...

"Oh! Finally. There you are, Jester." Zephyr makes an appearance, or something. There's some watermelon juice on his face but not for the reason one would hope. That would be due to the hat he's wearing. Half a carved rind sitting proudly on his head. Someone jabbed paper umbrellas into it.

"Figures I couldn't find you before. Jeez. Me and some other guys are making drinks with some of the harvested melons. Hoshiguma's on her way, and we're gonna be taking shots every time she crushes a melon. You down to die tonight?"

He takes a look at the surroundings, like Current and Malkuth going off, and considers the atmosphere. Huh.

"Seems to me like you wanted someone else to do that for ya. Alright. Lets get ya down." See if some of his own wind-based arts can't yank him off- probably not.

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