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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[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.]