Multimuse RP

"Punk," Brumm echoes, in some distress. "A song, please."

“I heard that someone needed a new mask?” It’s Punk again! Approaching with a grin and a giggle

“Oh, I see.” Gha’ben nods in understanding. “Still, you’re right, this is pretty cool for me.” His tail wags behind him.

“Hell yeah!” Punk grins a little wider, her own tail wagging.

“I heard that someone needed a new mask?” It’s Punk again! Approaching with a grin and a giggle

“I heard that someone needed a new mask?” It’s Punk again! Approaching with a grin and a giggle

Punk snickers. “It’s good to see you too! I’ve totally been there. I tried to shape my mask to cover up my cybernetics, and I messed it up pretty good. Usually, modifying masks that have already been made isn’t a good idea.”

“Really? That’s good to know. I’ve honestly been feeling a little weird without my mask for a while.” Gha’ben nervously chuckles.

“Yep!” Punk’s tail wags a little, and she taps her metal claws together.

“I heard that someone needed a new mask?” It’s Punk again! Approaching with a grin and a giggle

Punk snickers. “It’s good to see you too! I’ve totally been there. I tried to shape my mask to cover up my cybernetics, and I messed it up pretty good. Usually, modifying masks that have already been made isn’t a good idea.”

(Look at me finally sending Punk like I said I would forever ago (also this is the mun of greatrenown hi its been a bit)) Punk approaches the other scorpion with a smile once she spots him, cybernetic limbs hissing very softly with each movement. She wears no mask, so the Grimm Troupe lines have simply been painted down her face. “Hey! Gha’ben, right? I’ve been meaning to say hi, I’ve just been like.. totally swamped with stuff.” She chuckles. “I’m Punk, nice to finally be introduced.”

Punk does smile, just a little, just enough to be noticeable in the squint of her eyes and slight shift of her mandibles. She keeps walking, but she doesn’t let him go.

(Look at me finally sending Punk like I said I would forever ago (also this is the mun of greatrenown hi its been a bit)) Punk approaches the other scorpion with a smile once she spots him, cybernetic limbs hissing very softly with each movement. She wears no mask, so the Grimm Troupe lines have simply been painted down her face. “Hey! Gha’ben, right? I’ve been meaning to say hi, I’ve just been like.. totally swamped with stuff.” She chuckles. “I’m Punk, nice to finally be introduced.”

Punk trudges along for a while in silence, the only noise coming from her being the tapping of her claws on the ground and the hiss of her cybernetics with each step. She contemplates shutting off her emotional processor until she can be alone, but just before she can actually do so, Gha’ben distracts her.

Gha’ben laughs at that. “Punk, we’re still in these stag tunnels. I’m pretty sure we’re far enough away that Divine isn’t going to hear me squeaking all the way over here. Also, all of us Grimmkin sound exactly the same when we squeak, so she isn’t going to know that it’s me. And she’ll know that you’re not being mean to me because I’d be fighting back if you were.”

“...I guess you make a good point there.” Punk concedes, and she pauses.

(Look at me finally sending Punk like I said I would forever ago (also this is the mun of greatrenown hi its been a bit)) Punk approaches the other scorpion with a smile once she spots him, cybernetic limbs hissing very softly with each movement. She wears no mask, so the Grimm Troupe lines have simply been painted down her face. “Hey! Gha’ben, right? I’ve been meaning to say hi, I’ve just been like.. totally swamped with stuff.” She chuckles. “I’m Punk, nice to finally be introduced.”

Punk trudges along for a while in silence, the only noise coming from her being the tapping of her claws on the ground and the hiss of her cybernetics with each step. She contemplates shutting off her emotional processor until she can be alone, but just before she can actually do so, Gha’ben distracts her.

(Look at me finally sending Punk like I said I would forever ago (also this is the mun of greatrenown hi its been a bit)) Punk approaches the other scorpion with a smile once she spots him, cybernetic limbs hissing very softly with each movement. She wears no mask, so the Grimm Troupe lines have simply been painted down her face. “Hey! Gha’ben, right? I’ve been meaning to say hi, I’ve just been like.. totally swamped with stuff.” She chuckles. “I’m Punk, nice to finally be introduced.”

Punk stops when she hears the squeak, and she rubs her organic eye. Silently, she curses herself for letting any emotion go, because it made Gha’ben feel bad. What’s the matter with you? No self control, and now he’s sad because he thinks its his fault that you’re mad at yourself.

Once Gha’ben was back on his feet, he listened to what Punk had to say. When she was finished, he says, “You shouldn’t be mad at yourself for that.” Gha’ben looks at the ground, trying to think of the right words to say. He looks back up at Punk and says, “I think that if a small part of you wants to remember, then you should try to remember instead of pushing it away. And if you have trouble, then you could try speaking with Master Grimm to see if he could help you jog your memory.”

Punk frowns. Right, she had forgotten that helping each other is something friends do. She looks away a little, before turning to start walking again.

(Look at me finally sending Punk like I said I would forever ago (also this is the mun of greatrenown hi its been a bit)) Punk approaches the other scorpion with a smile once she spots him, cybernetic limbs hissing very softly with each movement. She wears no mask, so the Grimm Troupe lines have simply been painted down her face. “Hey! Gha’ben, right? I’ve been meaning to say hi, I’ve just been like.. totally swamped with stuff.” She chuckles. “I’m Punk, nice to finally be introduced.”

Punk stops when she hears the squeak, and she rubs her organic eye. Silently, she curses herself for letting any emotion go, because it made Gha’ben feel bad. What’s the matter with you? No self control, and now he’s sad because he thinks its his fault that you’re mad at yourself.

(Look at me finally sending Punk like I said I would forever ago (also this is the mun of greatrenown hi its been a bit)) Punk approaches the other scorpion with a smile once she spots him, cybernetic limbs hissing very softly with each movement. She wears no mask, so the Grimm Troupe lines have simply been painted down her face. “Hey! Gha’ben, right? I’ve been meaning to say hi, I’ve just been like.. totally swamped with stuff.” She chuckles. “I’m Punk, nice to finally be introduced.”

Punk makes no comment about him removing his mask, reminding herself that judging by appearance is rude regardless of what the thought is.

Punk quiets, and she turns her gaze to the ground as she trudges to the arch leading into Queen’s Station. “...There are things I want to remember, though,” she mumbles. “The culture, if I had family or anyone that might be missing me, what I did and why it made me feel like I had to leave...”