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Ohhh, that’s a good one. I may only do Cap, since I got done writing a draft for the next chapter of The Residents of The Dowager Empress.

fog. hearing stay awake as they are carried to safety.

[As expected from any Shadowrun related stories, warning for violence, near death experience, and trauma.]

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“... awake,” someone shouted, forcing Capricious to stir, only to flinch from pain.

“Stay...” they repeated, shortly followed by a thud that forced her head to jolt to her left.

Everything was dark, she noticed, and the voices sounded like they were far away. It was like someone waking her while shaking her in her slumber, but she knew better. Capricious knew that she wasn’t lying on her bed in the Dowager Empress.

The last thing she could remember was gun shots, whip lashes, shouting, then - nothing.

“Wake up!” they continued to yell at her.

That is easier said than done, she thought, as she fought to open her eyes. Her entire body felt burned and heavy, as if the weight of the world was suddenly pressed against her. It felt so overwhelming, that she wanted to give herself to it and no longer move. Let her mind drift off into that darkness.

But Raymond would be disappointed in her, she thought. He would be yelling at her for giving up over something so “trivial”. Well, what does that old man know about what’s “trivial” and what’s not?

She suffered through hell and back during the past several years, while he spent his time running away from his past entirely. Capricious could feel her lungs burn as she fought to open her eyes.

“Get the hell up, Capricious! I swear to God, I am going to toss you into a dumpster if you’re dead!” Duncan yelled, which was enough to pull her out of that darkness with a roar of anguish.

“You shut up, dumbass!” she shouted at him.

“Oh, Seattle, you’re awake!” Gobbet chuckled, before she continued to mend her wounds as best as she could.

For a brief moment, the world shook, at least, it seemed like it to Capricious, until she realized she was in a moving van. She tried to turn, but flinched again, this time hissing in pain from what she could assume were pieces of shrapnel on her back. Ah right, there was an explosion, she realized. “Welp,” she sighed, “that run went to drek, didn’t it...”

“Yep...” Gobbet sighed. “But hey, at least you’re alive!” She forced out a chuckle.

Capricious smirked, despite how much pain she was in. “Yeah...” She looked down at her cybernetic arm, now torn apart from the blast. “I guess...” That is going to cost quite a bit of nuyen to repair, which made her cry internally.

@wunjotheorc Hey hey! Welcome to Orc Appreciation Central (probably, maybe..) hopefully we can help ya get yer fix of orcs. :p

Gobbeeeeeet~! My favorite Rat Girl!

⚡, 🖌️, 📅 and 💕!

Have a good day!

⚡- Ummm... I really got to my current style (you know, accurate anatomy, correct facial proportions, etc.) after reading a book by comic artist Andy Smith

🖌 - It depends. If I have a specific idea and all the references that I need I totally do it all at once. If not, it could take a couple of sessions

📆 - Usually two or three, sometimes seven or eight. It seems like more when it's pencil and paper

💕 - Clara Blackburn, she's got a variety of styles and settings.

1. the grandmeowster (monster hunter world)

2. ellie (borderlands)

3. gobbet (shadowrun: hong kong)

4. emily kaldwin (dishonored)

5. Kindly Cheng (Shadowrun)

6. tabitha (scarlet hollow)

7. stella (scarlet hollow)

8. silaren (ashen, until she does That)

9. eiger (shadowrun)

10. hammer (fable 2)

From: https://violet-amet.tumblr.com/post/630915574530244608/get-to-know-me-send-me-a-symbol

🔑 Key to your heart - Amethysts, food, and kindness, especially from people I deeply love and cherish. I just think they are so pretty and neat.

👻 Do you believe in ghosts - Hard yes. Do you know how strange the world can be sometimes? I chalk most of it to superstition for fun, but there are times that things become too weird that it can’t be explained properly. I also am currently living in a church because of family reasons, so I’ve seen some weird stuff here.

📏 How tall are you - I wish I was tall, but I’m actually 4′11. It really is hard to reach up to cabinets being this short. hahaha~.

A cold night wind cut through Artur’s armour, his wrapped cloak and the guttering fire at his back doing little to take the edge off the chill. He shifted his weight with a grunt, his pole-axe glinting as it was pulled close.

Dagheiðr muttered behind him, the words too indistinct for him to pick out. He glanced towards her before flicking his eyes back to the surrounding woods. The sounds of the night pressed in on all sides, so it took a moment for Artur to notice the approaching footsteps. He stood straight and adjusted his grip on his weapon.

“Come no closer friend, who are you and what do you want?” His thick accent was swiftly swallowed by the darkness.

Hearing Artur’s warning, Dagheiðr looked up and began to reach for her weapons, a pair of worn and ragged axes. She almost immediately relaxed again, as a dog wandered into the firelight.

“It’s just a hound Artie, it’s no danger. Probably make for better company than you anyway.” She said with a smile.

Artur was already back to scanning the edges of the woods around the small camp before he responded.

“It is just a hound this time, maybe not on the next one eh,” - he spared a moment to chuckle -“I am sure they will be. As long as you are not giving them my food, I have no problem for them to stay.”

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