A battle for freedom...

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“Need a custom piece or medical help?”

                                                        “You’ve come to the right place.”

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~4 years of rp experience

~Indie rp/ask blog for 3 Motorcity ocs

“Need a custom piece or medical help?”

                                                        “You’ve come to the right place.”

                                       Ask Submit Muses Rules 

~4 years of rp experience

~Indie rp/ask blog for 3 Motorcity ocs

“Need a custom piece or medical help?”

                                                        “You’ve come to the right place.”

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~4 years of rp experience

~Indie rp/ask blog for 3 Motorcity ocs

Down here in Motorcity, we have a motto—–

                                                             Live Fast & Live Free…

                                     RamshackleRenegade.

So, I found out that my bank account only has about 17 or so dollars in it which means I have almost nothing to my name!

“—what?”

“R-really? The one you mistook as a LARPer?” Chuck asked with a small grin, eyeing the tentacles curiously.

Suddenly, his friend melted into a puddle of neon ink, and for a moment Chuck nearly shrieked— until his friend reformed a moment later as a cute— oh god, that was really cute.

Chuck let out a squealing laughter as Mike started climbing up to his head.

“H-hahaha! Oh, wow, man! That’s actually kinda cool!”

“Pfft--” Mike elbowed the blond. “Yeah, what about it?” he laughed. Chuck had already teased him a bit on  how the leader embarrassed himself there, so Mike wans’t surprised if Chuck was going to bring it back up.

Chilton gave a chuckle. “I know right? I wonder what else I can do like this.”

With that he hopped down and reformed into his human like state again, ink he shook off himself splattering anything nearby before disappearing in the next few seconds.

The inkling pulled out a small bottle of water from his jacket pocket to sip from.

...

Though when he did so...

God, getting back to HQ was going to take forever on foot, even floating seemed too slow for him (well mostly because he still hasn’t learned how to float without falling on his face five seconds within trying..). But he couldn’t call for a ride due to all of his communication equipment going up in flames and being crushed by rocks.

Though, with his knowledge of being in Motorcity, Mike knew he always had to be on guard. Not everyone is as kind as they want you to think…that and a lot of people wants his head mounted on a wall.

And with him being on guard he caught this feeling that someone else is around even though he doesn’t see them. The feeling is strange, it’s like the feeling someone gets when someone else walks into an empty room with them, they know they’re there without looking only with this the feeling is stronger and Mike didn’t know someone was around until he felt it.

A human facade washed over Chilton and he reached into his jacket to pull out a pair of sunglasses before setting them on his face.

Hopefully they didn’t see him as a skeleton before hand…

“Hello–?” Mike called out, looking around.

What was going on?

“I didn’t…” He put his hands into his hair and pulled at the dirty locks. “Oh wow…” Well he wasn’t going to hurt him, right? This was his… dead self? “Not an avenging evil spirit… okay…” Slowly Mike dragged his hands through his hair and down his neck. “What’s… What do you mean with deadish?”

“Whoa! Hey calm down-! I’m not going to hurt you.” Mike said softly, waving his hands dimissivley.

He didn’t..?

zThen what was he talking about? Was this copy crazy or something..?

“Er..By deadish I meanthis was some kind of..i don’t know, curse? From some strange grey person. I’m not too sure how it works but, this is kinda cool I guess.” Mike shrugged.

“Vroommmmm!!” 

A tiny orange ghost seemingly came out of nowhere. it mimicked the sound of a car while floating about as if it were driving one.

:^)