Like always, his attention was focused on the birds rather than the people that had been looking at him taming pigeons and other small animals. Maybe it was due his childhood being always on the countryside alone playing with animals rather than other kids, maybe the reason why he was not that open to others.
His green eyes focused on the street for a second only to return to the birds, ooing at the same time they did. He couldn’t care less if people took pictures of him. He was having fun.
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Character in general: I’ve seen them around. Rping with @paternall a lot. Writing kids is a hard deal but they do it well!How they play them: There’s always a lot of background on the characters and visuals. And they connect with their partners very easily it seems!The Mun: I don’t know them, I don’t think (unless you are on another blog??) But they seem sweet!
Do I:
RP with them: Â Not at the moment noWant to RP with them:Â Sure! I think Archer could share a few daughters with paternal. XD
What is my;
Overall Opinion: They are a sweety!! Always happy to see their NOVELS OMG on my dash!!
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
It wasn’t the most lady like thing for a woman born of aristocracy to cry. However, it was perhaps the most appropriate thing. Rebecca, the assassin, had been standing on the edge of a roof. Looking down into the street below. Her sister was down there. Somewhere. The people responsible for her mother’s death and her being accused of the crime. All of them were down there someplace.Â
The young woman was well on her way to getting all the answers she could have wanted. And doing so with very little bloodshed. The Outsider would always wonder at that. At people like Rebecca who could look their betrayers in the eyes and choose not to bring them to harm.Â
He had only intended to speak to her a moment. Appearing out of thin air as he did when the dark haired girl was at one of his shrines. However, he’d underestimated how shocking such an act could be.Â
Rebecca began to fall sideways, losing the tenuous footing she’d had moments before. He could see her imminent future in a flash. All other paths gone as she hit the ground so far below. The young man, the infinity old man, reacted before giving the action a thought.Â
His cold hand wrapping around her wrist. Though he hovered just off the rooftop he was unmoved by her weight, even with the added weight of her weapons. Darkness flared behind him, as it did when he would normally vanish and in a rush of air they were both gone.Â
Rebecca was standing in the Void. The Outsider just in front of her. As though this were all perfectly common. His jet black eyes squinted slightly in something like a glare. He usually only brought her mind here. She would not be able to stay long. His hand had slipped slightly in the transition. No longer holding her wrist but the great majority of her hand.
“You cannot save young Arcadia if you are dead. Or have you given up?”
“You’re the one who appeared out of nowhere and nearly KILLED me!”
The Outsider’s hand clenched unconsciously. Squeezing Rebecca’s in the process. She raised an eyebrow, not looking down though she seemed to want to.
“Are you… holding my hand?”
And with that she was back on the roof where he’d taken her from. Further back from the edge to give her time to right herself before she moved. It was uncharacteristic to save a life. Even the great Leviathan did not get such treatment. However, he was invested in the story of the Morrison sisters. There were so many paths. Ending so soon would not be nearly as entertaining.Â
His skin was cold. Not as if he’d been outside, but as if there were simply no heat to be had. Dead hands.
Her skin was warm. Not because she had been inside, but because she wore gloves. A warmth manufactured by both her own body heat and by that heat being trapped.
At first he was unsure how to respond. Humans were predictable. The few who were not, he kept a close eye on. Among those had been Rebecca Morrison. Had been.Â
Time was a strange thing for a being that could see all of it. He could easily watch the woman be born again. Be alive and fighting to clear her name and to save her sister. He could look into the distant future where Dunwall crumbled under its own weight and the empire was fallen. Yet, in the moment he was here. And Rebecca, was not.
“I know you’ll miss her.”
Arcadia Morrison. The new owner of her families business. A woman now. Holding his cold hand because she happened to see him there. Most, did not notice the black eyed boy. Not unless he chose to be noticed. Neither Morrison sister had ever been completely ordinary.
“You are presuming a great deal about me. It is frequently unwise.”
“You’ll miss her. It’s ok you know. I won’t tell anyone.”
“If you did you would merely be admitting to conversing with The Outsider and at the very least that would bankrupt your business, Arcadia.”
The child. Woman. He could see her as a little girl still. The one he had pulled to the Void only to spite her sister. The one who had been kidnapped. Still see the innocence on a face framed by blond waves. But that was not her. She was older now. Just as perceptive as ever, but an adult. The woman was watching him. Not responding. Because she knew too much. Always.Â
After a long moment she looked away. Back to the little plaque which commemorated her sister’s life. Which marked her grave.
The Outsider squeezed her hand. It hurt. To lose a Marked always hurt. He could feel them. As their hearts stopped. That absence of their being needles in his core. The Void had swallowed Rebecca, yet he could no longer see her. She was nothing.Â
“I miss her too.”
“She was your sister.”
“She was your friend.”
Arcadia Morrison. Perhaps he’d never given her enough credit. A simple business woman maybe. But fascinating just the same.Â
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“I don’t recommend revenge. it tends to have repercussions.” [low chaos rebecca maaaybe?]
The Outsider blinked at the girl. An intentional action that seemed to take much of his concentration for that moment. How… fascinating.Â
“After all that you been through. All that you, and your sister, have suffered. Well,” He smiled. Faint, and full of secret things. The black eyed boy disappeared, only to reappear sitting on a piece of wall just behind Rebecca, that smile still on his lips. “Time will tell if you keep to that ideal. Those who plotted against your mother will not spare you any kindness.”
Again, he disappeared only to reappear further away. Looking out over the scenery with his hands behind his back. A moment passing before he turned to look at Rebecca again. An assassin who was talking about not taking revenge even though she had the power to do it. She had the power of the Void.
“Do you care about being merciful? Or merely the repercussions you may face?”
“Oh my god! What are you doing?” (fullmetal alchemist au perhaps? :3c)
Jack paused, one hand in the air- half way to bringing a hammer down on the table… again. The other hand securely in place in a sling. The sling he’d had to put his arm in because he’d sort of broken it and hadn’t exactly gone to get a real cast on it.
“I just.. was aiming for the nail…”
Sure enough, having rolled onto the floor, was a single nail.
“The table broken when I’d thrown a whole bunch of… materials… on it.” Metal. A lot of metal. It took a lot of metal to test the designs he’d made for Rebecca’s arm. And of course anything she didn’t like he could still have and say he made and use as an example of his skill. The metal which had broken the table had slipped from his arms and broken the one arm when he’d tried to catch it. Not his proudest moment.
“Oh… did you mean what am I doing HERE? Because if that was it I followed you… on.. accident?”
