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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oh my gosh ban button go away that is exactly the opposite of what i wanted????

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Yeah...

[She ducks her head a little, the tip of her tail flicking. Rift was rather nice, when the wards stayed up and everyone was safe. People here were nice but it was a little scary when the monsters came through town.]

You can't ban me! I LIVE HERE D8

[finestmarksman]

Plenty dangerous, too. [ Yeah, he followed her train of thought easily enough. ] It's admirable work ya do, helpin' with the wards.

I KNOW RIGHT ugh mouseover nonsense shoo go away

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Someone's got to, right?

[She clutched a small brooch pinned to her blouse's collar, the other hand hovering near her toolbelt.]

Jezebel can't keep all of them working just by herself, it's a lot of work, even for her.

[finestmarksman]

It's not a job everyone would take, though. It takes heart. And courage.

[ he gives her another smile at that ]

We're almost there. I just need a minute to drop off my horse and my things.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

N-not really, I don't think...

[It was easier to talk to him when she ducked her head and hid behind her hair when he smiled at her, it kept her from stuttering too much.]

That's fine, I'm not really in a rush Mister Marksley.

[finestmarksman]

Well, I think so. [ A chuckle. Her shyness is darling.

It's not long before they come across his little house. There's a building out back that's a sort of stable/workshop. That's where he guides his horse, after disabling the special mechanical lock he has on the place.

He motions her inside. ]

Sorry about the mess. Inventin' ain't exactly an... organized hobby. [ and it's true, there are bits and pieces and schematics all over the place. ]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

At least I don't have to worry about traps, sir.

[And it was true, the mess was something she could handle, brace or no brace. Years of working with Jezebel had given Mika a rather well-adapted skill of picking her way around parts and blueprints without even catching her skirts. Most of the time, at least.

Rex's workshop was much safer than Jezebel's safehouse, as her workspace was built with the express purpose of being something of a small fortress. Mika simply found a safe place to stand and wait, peering with polite interest at some of the more fascinating pieces scattered about. She couldn't make any sense of them but they were certainly interesting to look at.]

[finestmarksman]

No need ta be so formal.

[ He moves his horse into the stable part, and begins the process of shutting it down for the time being. Once the horse is in... stasis, for want of a better term, he reemerges to the workshop.

He plucks a little device from his worktable and offers it to her. It's a little flower, made of plain steel. It has little gears that make the petals open and close. ] You can call me Rex.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Yes, Mister Marksley.

[She was looking at something with several dials and lenses while he got his horse settled, her hands clasped loosely as she leaned over a workbench. Looking up when she heard him returning, the flower takes her completely by surprise.

Mika catches herself reaching out to touch it with a claw before she even realizes it. It was stunning, though she pulls her hand back hesitantly as if worried she might break it if she does touch it without permission. Rubbing the back of her hand, Mika nods, her ears flicking back.]

Y-yes Mister Marksley--ah, I-I mean, Rex. Thank you.

[finestmarksman]

It won't bite, I promise. You can have it.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Her face turns a shade of red that was only made more obvious by the pale fur around her face, and her hands rose to cover her mouth.]

Y-yes sir.

[finestmarksman]

You act like you've never been given a flower before. That can't possibly be the case.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Her ears flatten and her tail tucks immediately, and Mika suddenly finds the toes of her boots incredibly fascinating. Staring at the floor is a much better alternative to answering him.]

[finestmarksman]

[ She doesn't have to answer him. Her reaction does that for her. ] Really? A pretty thing like you? Now that just ain't right.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

'm not...

[She mumbled something, her skirts twisting in her hands as she shrank without really moving.]

[finestmarksman]

Not what? Pretty?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She bit her lip and looked away, fidgeting with her skirts. Not able to bring herself to say it, she just shook her head.]

[finestmarksman]

Now who went and told you that? Because I promise you they don't know what they're talkin' about.

[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.