RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Mika sputters, covering her face with her hands as her tail wags, pleased with the flattery but still embarrassed. It takes a moment before she can talk.]

N-not many people like wolves much, Rex.

[finestmarksman]

Really? [ And here he thought that Rift was a bit more open-minded, what with its population of Kazoolanders ] I still stand by what I said. You're lovely.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

A-anyway, I really ought to go see to the wards and make sure they're working all right.

[She brushed a loose coil of hair back from her face with her claws, obviously hoping to backpedal safely off the topic to a safer and more comfortable subject. Mika knew the machines were probably fine, she'd helped Jezebel tune them up just the other morning, but as long as Rex wasn't focusing too closely on her she would breathe easier.]

I don't want to take up too much of your time.

[finestmarksman]

All right. All right. [ He backs off, but not before tucking that flower near her ear, careful not to get the moving parts caught in her fur. ]

After you, Miss Whitepaws.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She pauses, reaching up to brush her fingers across the metal petals. Mika doesn't seem to react save for how her tail curls upward and begins to wag again as she hurries out of the workshop before he can catch her blushing again.

Waiting for him outside she glances up, her ears flicking forward though there's a moment where she worries she's going to lose the flower by accident.]

I'm glad things have been quiet lately. I hope it lasts a little while longer.

[finestmarksman]

[ He takes a moment to gather some tings, though really he's just giving her some time to herself. He's outside soon enough. ]

Heh. I'll always take a little peace an' quiet.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

It's nice.

[She huffs softly, toeing a rock as she thinks quietly.]

'cept that it's the quiet days when Jezebel gets the most agitated. I think fighting those demons and monsters has gotten to her, I hope it's not catching.

[finestmarksman]

If it makes you feel any better, I'd rather not go around fightin' monsters an' the like. I'd rather spend a quiet day in my workshop.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Like making lightning gloves?

[Mika actually smiles, her tail waving as she cocks her head to look up at him. She'd heard stories of some of his creations, though with Rex it was hard to tell what was the truth and what was embellishments that the locals added for flavor.]

[finestmarksman]

[ Rex is rarely seen without his Miraculous Invention- he's wearing it now even, on his left hand as always. A brown glove that looks fairly ordinary aside from the tubing and the glass orb on the back of his hand. So, maybe not that ordinary at all.

In any case he grins and waggles his fingers at her ] Somethin' like that.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Her fur ruffles as she blushes again, shaking her head a little to try and clear it. The weight of her satchel gently bumping against her hip as she walks reminds her of the heavy leather bound book inside it, carefully packed between herbs and tools.]

Makes me wonder if there's something I could be doing, aside from tending to the wards. Don't know what I'd be much good for, though.

[finestmarksman]

Surely there's somethin'. What do you like ta do?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I don't really know, Rex. Maybe open a bakery or somethin' of the sort.

[She cocks her head as she gives a rock a gentle kick, seeing it skip down the dirt path.]

Never really gave it much thought, I've been so busy since...

[She trails off, her ears twitching.]

[finestmarksman]

Since? Since what?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Well, since the incident, really.

[She sighs, her ears drooping a little.]

It's been some time since then, and Jezebel made this walking aide for me. It's been very helpful.

[finestmarksman]

Incident? Would it be rude ta ask what happened?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

One of Jezebel's machines failed. I was helping her with it, but then everything went wrong.

[Mika tries not to focus on the memory.]

Something came through, I don't remember much of that night. It was after that we started working on the wards together.

[finestmarksman]

Ah, jeez. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I won't ask about it again.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

It's fine, you didn't know.

[Her tail wags a little as she smiles, suddenly thinking of something.]

If it hadn't happened, I wouldn't be wearing this walking brace, and you wouldn't have had to stop and help me with fixing it.

[finestmarksman]

[ That gets a little chuckle out of him, and he winks at her don't blush and faint, Mika ] Must be fate, then.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[The fainting is a near thing, the blushing is a definite. It's possible that she's so used to being teased for things that she's built up enough immunity not to swoon on the spot.

But her fur does ruffle a little as her blush paints her cheeks a distinctive scarlet.]

I'm not certain I believe in fate, Mister Marksley.

[finestmarksman]

[ Oh lord, but she is darling. He might just be doing it on purpose at this point. ]

No? Then what do ya believe in?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Mika wouldn't be surprised, and at this point might be suspecting as much not that it stops her from reacting anyway.

Slipping her hand into one of her satchels, she pulls out a small brass and copper rod and gave it a small flick. Her walking stick that she also used as a chalk marker extends and locks itself into position with a click as the first of Jezebel's ward machines came into sight. Mika swings it up to let it rest on her shoulder.]

I do believe that whatever higher powers watch over us have a terrible sense of humor.

[finestmarksman]

[ That draws an honest-to-God laugh out of him. ]

Fair enough, Miss Whitepaws. Fair enough.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She smiles in a pleased kind of way as if she'd been rather proud of herself for that before trotting over to the machine with a playful flip of her tail. The main boiler roared and gurgled, emitting a specific atonal trill through a variety of specially designed whistles as the air around it was full of the scent of herbs.

Pulling out a few prepared vials, Mika opened up a side hatch and locked them into place while removing some others and tucking them away. Stepping back with a sigh as she looked the metal beast over, she used her walking stick to chalk a mark near the top that was usually well out of reach without a ladder.]

I'm going to have to refill the water tanks soon and drain the dregs out. [She pointed a claw to the mark she'd placed and looked up at Rex.] That's supposed to help magnify the protection wards engraved on the metal until the job is done.

[From the look she gave it, Mika was clearly hoping it would work the way it should.]