#hopecaged

@hopecaged​ // sc.

Even with FTL capabilities, Quinn has had a lot of time to mull over the precariousness of the situation she now finds herself in. Requesting aid and trying to explain the circumstances of the Commonwealth’s fate the past decade or so, naturally, had earned a need to research and understand the situation better. Especially when mentions of its past history of nuclear war are involved. She had been gone a long time, but she still remembered enough of the crash-course history lessons to the galaxy. Tuchanka, the Krogan, and their history with nuclear war instilled a healthy dose of caution it would appear.

Enough to send a Spectre, apparently. Quinn holds herself like a locked case, hard to crack and harder to know just what lies inside. But with the promise of aid dangling overhead at the green light of that one Spectre, she finds herself on edge.

“I hear you know things...” hand rests plainly on the bar as Ezra seats himself upon the stool next to the mysterious contact, though the glint of light against the metallic sheen of credits can be caught between his fingers.

much as the outer rim changed, it also stayed the same; he supposed that was true of most places, though. what was civilization without the dirty underbelly? even the republic, whose fall he had not seen, had its fair share of pirates and bounty hunters. one particular face comes to mind, and it brings a slight upward curve to the teenager’s lips. 

the expression is quickly cleared, however, and focus returns to the stranger he had been told might be able to help him. 

kissing prompts. | @hopecaged

   Miranda makes it a rule not to befriend contacts for work, or, even direct coworkers. She maintains her independence, and focus on the tasks at hand. She’s always preferred it that way. But then, sometimes, circumstances make it hard not to find companionship - especially, with shared, common ground of doing everything for family. 

   So, she takes up Vetra’s somewhat awkward invitation (even through text, she can tell there’s a level of uncertainty there) to one of the lesser known bars on the station. Less notoriety than Afterlife. Truthfully, it’s nice to get away, even to just sip at mediocre swill in the company of someone who gets it. She’s never asked - never really had to - about Sid. Even from a distance, Miranda keeps an eye out on the sister she doesn’t know, to keep her safe.

  That much, she can relate.

   And so, their glasses clink together - levo and dextro, respectively - as the night continues on. They shoot the proverbial shit; of their line of work, of their coworkers, nothing of value that would endanger them should they be overheard. And by the end of it, Miranda feels a comfortable buzz (despite her high end metabolism already working to rid herself of the feeling). 

   It feels nice to feel normal, even if they’re just acquaintances. 

    Vetra offers to walk her to the transport dock. Miranda agrees, although there’s a moment’s pause before departure. The turian woman is that much taller, but in that moment before goodbye, she reaches out, a hand to Vetra’s upper arm as some kind of appreciative gesture, but in their current state of slight inebriation, it’s enough to make her act on that impulse, using her hold to pull the other a little closer, leaning up on her toes. Even in heels, it’s a reach, but she decidedly presses a kiss to an approximation of Vetra’s cheek, though it ends up being a little closer to her mouth than not.

   Miranda steps back, and the sudden realization dawns on her that she may have overstepped a boundary, but she clears her throat. “I... uh, thank you. For tonight.” It’s all she can muster as she lets go of Vetra’s arm, feeling fire rise to her cheekbones. 

continued from [ X ]

“Oh,” and the syllable was emphasized with utterly exaggerated offense, subsequently one of those sets of gloved fingers quick to snatch up that fallen, comically-pink umbrella snagged on the edge of that dignified, well-tucked collar, accompanied by such a... ravishingly-red tie, “---now that is an absolute no-no in my book, if ya ask me.”

Rhys Strongfork: yet another player in the Drama---the capital D sort of Drama. Closer to the action than Xigbar had originally anticipated, yet as events had unfolded, Rhys had truly proven himself to be some sort of Key to what was to come---a piece of the Puzzle the Master had left in the wake of his “disappearance”---and the “disappearance” of the entire Eridian species. And it was truly always a fascinating thing to gain the varying perspectives involved in such events, no matter how... estranged from their core.

「   RP MEME :     THE PATH FROM EMOJIS TO STARTERS. NON-VIOLENT . 」| Accepting!

@hopecaged​ sent:  🧍 - for a starter where your muse arrives to an event / mission without warning. (from Seph if u wanna!!! \o/)

He’d said he was going to be busy---that he had some mission to which he had to attend. Some nonsense about tracking down a fearsome Behemoth that had escaped from the laboratory that had to be annihilated and so forth---the usual SOLDIER boy business, which Kuja only half-heard as he had been absorbed in his journaling, paying close mind to the gentle loops and slopes of his smooth cursive.

But of course, once he had completed his task and Sephiroth had vanished, Kuja decided that he certainly wouldn’t be so absorbed in his SOLDIER boy business not to entertain him as well. And besides, perhaps he might need some assistance with this troublesome beast. It had been some time since Kuja had gotten to flex his magical prowess, and he didn’t want to become rusty.

Thus, he exited the private quarters, not bothering to even grace the elevator or stairs with his presence---instead, flicking open a window and, balancing on the sill momentarily, gliding out into the open air, in search of his companion. All he’d need to do was search out the telltale roaring of a Behemoth---

Which, thankfully, did not take much time at all.

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   . | Accepting!

@hopecaged​ sent:  carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

Tbh, Xig has been through a lot of gender expressions, given how long he’s been around in his canon kh verse and how many bodies and identities he’s hopped through. He’s identified as trans before, cis before, male and female and whatever else might be out there. And yes we are going to ignore the phobias and obligatory and insincere “representation” from Michael Mouse lolol.

But at the moment, he’s really settled into and feels most comfortable being a cisgendered man. He typically presents himself as “masculine,” being tall and bulky and expressing more dominant edges to his personality, but he obviously has absolutely nothing against engaging in “feminine” behavior, like wearing makeup or heels and etc. Doesn’t really do anything for him, and often he loves the way people act so bewildered given his masc exterior, but in the end, it doesn’t matter to him.