Laundry Cart Espionage

❝Are you crying in there?❞

❝Hey, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.❞

❝I can’t stop crying.❞

❝Tell me what’s wrong.❞

❝Just let it out…no need to hold it in.❞

❝Don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry!❞

❝Stop crying.❞

❝You have every right to be upset.❞

❝Please don’t cry.❞

❝Why are you crying over something so stupid?❞

❝I didn’t realize this would make you so upset.❞

❝Leave me alone – I don’t like crying in front of people.❞

❝I’ve never seen you cry before.❞

❝I’m so sorry for your loss.❞

❝I can’t believe they’re gone.❞

❝Seriously? Get over it.❞

❝I’m sorry. I was just telling you how I feel.❞

❝Please leave me alone.❞

Roleplaying with OC’s.

Roleplaying with Crossovers.

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Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

Crutch gave a soft, crooked grin. “Aye, ma'am, I do. I remember ye well.“ He bent slowly to touch his forehead to hers. “Been too long, Ivakir.”

Oh, how she was afraid to hear “no”. Even a playful “no” would make her burst into tears. It would, like a bullet, pierce her chest and tear her heart. And even a confused look, that would be much worse than “no”. Ivakir knew that she was not the best person - she often left, it was hard to rely on her. But even she, such a hopeless person, had a hope that she would not be forgotten.

His forehead touched her, and the traveler exhaled the air from the lungs, which she kept without knowing it, along with the sound that resembled a whining. Her throat tightened painfully. Iv closed her eyes, letting her hands slowly rise and touch Crutch’s face. Singing, dancing, sweet words - all this was carefully stored in her heart.

Ivakir wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her nose in his chest, inhaling the familiar smell of dust. She acted so selfish, but the traveler couldn’t help it.

Marlan stared at the foreigner with no small amount of curiosity. She was more colorful than any of the other birds he’d seen, with vibrant yellows and greens and blues and oranges running along her wings. He spoke slowly in his native language. “I will not… hurt you… if you let me down,” Marlan growled. He hadn’t understood whatever language the girl spoke in first, but using his own was worth a try. “I will-” his face portrayed none of the racing thought happening in his head. “-take you to my chief. He will like to see you.” His directive was to carry at least one bird back with him when he and Ize returned to the Anendasi village, and all the better if the bird went with him willingly.

Ize heard Marlan’s stream of curses halt abruptly and dropped into a crouch, bolas at the ready. She was in the clearing where the little tropical bird had been, but the bird was no longer there. Marlan’s voice drifted down through the needles, distant but still intelligible. “…take you to my chief,” Ize heard. “He will be pleased…” She decided she’d heard enough. She called up to him. “Marlan! Are you stuck or are you simply playing a game with me? Do not make me come up there, for I will be very not friendly,” she said, hoping that if Marlan was talking to the little bird that she would flee.

“Ah so that’s the language you speak. I didn’t understand all of it, um. ” Azalie said more to herself than to the man she was trying to help. “I am… uh needed in, crap what’s the word… in a place not here.” She began to speak slowly in the other’s native tongue. She only vaguely remembered some words, and since she didn’t understand him, she figured he didn’t come from one of the clans she was sent to visit. “I cannot be, um, anywhere for long, I have a… duty.” 

Azalie prayed that the words were comprehensible. Her grasp on the language was weak at best, she knew that if the man didn’t understand, there wouldn’t be much of a chance to explain much else. Muttering in her own language, Azalie didn’t see the other person come up until they spoke.

“I will… pull him down… you are… free to leave.”

Marlan snarled in response, baring sharpened teeth at Ize as her head appeared in his field of vision. “There are orders we must obey, Lushaka.” Marlan spoke directly to Ize. His voice was low and dangerous.

“You are Lushaka, yes?” She tentatively asked, not wanting to offend anyone. “I thank you for… letting me go… but it is, um, useless.” Azalie tried to explain. 

The temperature had suddenly dropped. Too quickly for the exotic avian to handle. She could feel her body becoming lethargic and slowly freezing. Azalie’s kind could usually handle cooler temperatures, but they had to be slowly exposed to them over time so that their body temp could regulate with it. If they couldn’t do that, they would die. 

"I've seen what men do to pretty foreign ones. It is no favor to take her back with you." Ize reached into one of the small pouches sewn into her belt and pulled out a little red thorn half the length of her finger. Marlan began struggling again at the sight of it.

"Ize, we have been partners for years. We work well together. You would not want the tree creatures to get me?" Marlan's voice took on a wheedling tone. "I am your Lorin, Lushaka Ize."

Crutch gave a soft, crooked grin. “Aye, ma'am, I do. I remember ye well.“ He bent slowly to touch his forehead to hers. “Been too long, Ivakir.”

Oh, how she was afraid to hear “no”. Even a playful “no” would make her burst into tears. It would, like a bullet, pierce her chest and tear her heart. And even a confused look, that would be much worse than “no”. Ivakir knew that she was not the best person - she often left, it was hard to rely on her. But even she, such a hopeless person, had a hope that she would not be forgotten.

His forehead touched her, and the traveler exhaled the air from the lungs, which she kept without knowing it, along with the sound that resembled a whining. Her throat tightened painfully. Iv closed her eyes, letting her hands slowly rise and touch Crutch’s face. Singing, dancing, sweet words - all this was carefully stored in her heart.

Marlan stared at the foreigner with no small amount of curiosity. She was more colorful than any of the other birds he’d seen, with vibrant yellows and greens and blues and oranges running along her wings. He spoke slowly in his native language. “I will not… hurt you… if you let me down,” Marlan growled. He hadn’t understood whatever language the girl spoke in first, but using his own was worth a try. “I will-” his face portrayed none of the racing thought happening in his head. “-take you to my chief. He will like to see you.” His directive was to carry at least one bird back with him when he and Ize returned to the Anendasi village, and all the better if the bird went with him willingly.

Ize heard Marlan’s stream of curses halt abruptly and dropped into a crouch, bolas at the ready. She was in the clearing where the little tropical bird had been, but the bird was no longer there. Marlan’s voice drifted down through the needles, distant but still intelligible. “…take you to my chief,” Ize heard. “He will be pleased…” She decided she’d heard enough. She called up to him. “Marlan! Are you stuck or are you simply playing a game with me? Do not make me come up there, for I will be very not friendly,” she said, hoping that if Marlan was talking to the little bird that she would flee.

“Ah so that’s the language you speak. I didn’t understand all of it, um. ” Azalie said more to herself than to the man she was trying to help. “I am… uh needed in, crap what’s the word… in a place not here.” She began to speak slowly in the other’s native tongue. She only vaguely remembered some words, and since she didn’t understand him, she figured he didn’t come from one of the clans she was sent to visit. “I cannot be, um, anywhere for long, I have a… duty.” 

Azalie prayed that the words were comprehensible. Her grasp on the language was weak at best, she knew that if the man didn’t understand, there wouldn’t be much of a chance to explain much else. Muttering in her own language, Azalie didn’t see the other person come up until they spoke.

"I will... pull him down... you are... free to leave."

Marlan snarled in response, baring sharpened teeth at Ize as her head appeared in his field of vision. "There are orders we must obey, Lushaka." Marlan spoke directly to Ize. His voice was low and dangerous.

@team-warboys

Winter was approaching quickly, Azalie knew that much. Her clan wasn’t made for the cold, instead built for the humid heat of rainforests. Diplomatic negotiations with neighboring clans were what her to get lost in this quickly freezing wilderness.

It didn’t help much that her wings were made to disguise her in her native habitat, but the muted dead colors of the surrounding pines only made her colors stand out even more. If any predators came now, Azalie would be quickly apprehended. It certainly wasn’t a welcoming thought.

A body crashed into the tree Azalie had been leaning against, startling her quickly from her thoughts. Her panicked eyes searched frantically around for the source of the crash, landing on a large figure tangled in the branches above her. She briefly wondered if this one was from one of the tribes that she was meant to meet with before snapping into a protective mode.

“Struggling is only going to make it worse.” She called out, gracefully unfurling her wings. “Wait a moment, I’ll come up and help.” 

A few strong pumps and Azalie lifted from the cold ground and perched herself on a nearby branch. Assessing the damage, she could tell that this one wasn’t going to get free on his own. 

“Honestly, I’m not sure if I should feel pity or just call you an idiot.” She scolded, “I’m not even native here and I know this forest is much too dense to be flying around like that. What were you even doing?

The man only stared at her.