The Roamer's Raffle | multifandom rp | o&a

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | The Village | Locus
Felix waits until Locus is off him entirely before sitting up, watching his movements. He thinks the magnum would stop Felix? It almost draws a laugh from him. He could count at least five separate ways he could kill Locus on the spot, without the pistol to help. He rolls his wrists for a few moments before getting to his feet, swaying for a moment before regaining balance and pressing his hand near his hip. "ass." He hisses to the other, and takes a few steps back to put distance between them.

[InfectedHau]

Reza||25||Female||Tagged: Hit

"For me as well, please," Reza said, pulling out her credit chip and handing it across the counter. While the attendant processed their payments, the scientist bent down, scraping some of Hit's blood off the floor and giving it a precursory lick. Purple blood was certainly a new one, she wondered what compound it contained to turn it that color. Possibly Vanadium, or perhaps some sort of symbiotic bacteria. It tasted like regular hemoglobin, though, so that would make things easier.

The receptionist was another marvel of genetics, humanoid again, but spliced with another mammal, possibly a fox. An appearance job, presumably, nine tails would be a bit cumbersome for any sort of work. "Now," she said, after being handed her room key, "I have a few options on how exactly I could treat you, but first I need to know the extent of your injury. Have any of your vital organs been affected?"

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Angie/Ghost" | "Female" | "19" | "Borderlands(oc)" | "The bounty Board" | "Open"

Her steps come easy as she walks under the stone archway. She looks up and around before looking at the bounty house and tilting her head ever so faintly. The softest of hums escapes her before a gentle nod to herself and she walks on, approaching the bounty house. Her gloved hand lifts easily to grab the nob, turn it, then step into the bounty house. Her feet then swiftly carry her to the side where the many bounties were listed so to look them over, head tilting side to side like an animal curiously inspecting something.

"Lily" | "Female" | "???" | "Hollow Knight(oc)" | "The Forest" | "Open"

Her claw-scythes glide against each other in a nervous manner, like one rubbing their hands together as she looks around. Her head tips back a bit more then it should do to her large horns but continues to move on with ease. The leaf like pieces to her cloak flutter and move easily with her own movements and the breeze as she walks on. She walks towards the sights and sounds of a village. The world above was quite interesting and much different then the world below that she was use to. She finally tucks her claw-scythes under the cloak, hiding them from sight as she finally passes the trees t stand at the edge and look around, curious.

"Nero" | "Male" | "21+" | "Devil May Cry 4/5" | "The Roamer's Raffle" | "Dean"

Nero goes from looking at his drink to looking at some... thing deciding to sit beside him. He instinctively drags his devil bringer arm into his lap and out of sight. Hand hidden under the trench to grasp blue rose if needed, but hopefully the sight of red queen on his back would deter any other unwanted moves. When they speak to him and ask him questions, he raises a brow before scoffing faintly downing the rest of his drink before setting the cup down a bit roughly. "What gave that away pal? The fact that i don't look like some rugged farmer, or the fact that i have a sword on my back?" He asked a bit sarcastically.

"Locus" | "Male" | "mid~30's" | "Red vs Blue" | "Nesting ground inn" | "Felix"

"You've tried to kill me on multiple occasions. It was defense." he retorted, noting felix's movements. The hand near his hip. If he goes for the key handle, then he can pop his cloaking enhancement, then he could pin felix again with that. Felix, despite his unpredictability to anyone else, felix was still predictable to him. He does bend down to pick up the magnum, look it over to ensure it wasn't damaged from the scuffling before holding it out to felix.

"We'll get no were in figuring this out if we're constantly trying to kill each other, again." He stated calmly.

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | The Village | Locus
Felix looks down at the magnum being held out to him, and steps forward to roughly snatch it from Locus. He looks it over himself before shoving it away, and begins to pace in a short circle. "I don't need your help." He snaps at Locus, as soon as he states something about figuring it out, and points an accusing finger. "The only reason I didn't kill you then and there is because I need to get to the bottom of this. And maybe killing you right now isn't one of my best options. Only reason." He states.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Locus" | "Male" | "mid~30's" | "Red vs Blue" | "Nesting ground inn" | "Felix"

"Felix." Locus near growled in annoyance. They both knew the truth and felix just refused to accept it. He crosses his arms at his chest, shaking his head easily before turning and heading back towards the inn. Thought he does stop at the door before opening it to look at felix. "Are you coming or not? For your answers?" He questioned, raising a brow. Maybe if he shows felix what he's leading himself up to, he'll change his mind and agree to abandon the mission.

[mandalorian]

Felix | Male | Mid 30's | Red vs. Blue | Nesting Ground Inn | Locus
Felix lets out an irritated sigh, going over his options at the moment. Asking around the village didn't help much, only giving him vague answers and the fact that others might've been in the same scenario as him. But the situation with him and Locus was definitely complicated, and giving in to follow Locus might be seen as actual acceptance to what Locus said earlier. He didn't want to accept that Locus might've actually caught him, or even consider that what he had said earlier was true, but every other option was proven to be useless at the moment. He rolls his head to the side before finally giving in, with a heavy sigh that moves his entire body forward. "Christ. Fine. But you better not try anything." He finally agrees, and moves to follow Locus inside.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| 1000+ | Male | DBS | Nesting Grounds Inn | Tags: Reza
❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎❞

Hit caught the splice's action out of the corner of his eye, making an effort not to raise an eyebrow to her. That's disturbing. He put it from his mind and took his leave from the counter once the many tailed attendant passed Reza her respective key, leading the aquatic biomancer to the room matching the number present on his own key. From what he sensed, only a few of the rooms were currently occupied. The assassin closed the door firmly behind Reza once she entered, maintaining his stoic presence. "Keep your hands to yourself." He spoke a curt command, directing the splice to an adjacent chair. "I agreed only because you gave me no other choice. Tend to my injury, but do no more." In most casual situations Hit, though quiet, was a reasonable type, but this situation could only be described as "unconventional." With his demands set and Reza knowing to keep her distance, Hit began the process of removing the torso portion of his body armor, as well as its deep cyan formfitting layer.

The torso portion came off easily enough, but the formfitting layer stuck to the skin surrounding his wound where purple blood had begun to dry, but it took little effort to pull it free from the flesh. Hit also detached the loose coat portion from his belt for convenience. With the armor removed and injury exposed, he wordlessly allowed Reza to approach and apply whatever magics she felt necessary. His skin retained the same purple tone throughout, changing only to a lighter shade in the middle of his torso, the markings ending halfway out on each pectoral major. His skin shifted and stretched in a natural manner, though it felt notably dry to the touch, as though it didn't produce nearly as many hydrating oils as other species. The muscles beneath shared noticable similarity with dense, padded leather, though they were far more flexible. The results of rigorous training were apparent in their shape and movement, reflecting a mass amount of potential energy. Even with his armor removed, Hit's body showed clear signs of his raised guard, poised to halt any unwanted motion made by the scientist. "I don't trust you, so tread carefully." The assassin warned.

[Matreats]

ᗪᗴᗩᑎ ᗰᗝᖇᗩᒪᗴᔕ
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「 Early 20 ⫸ Male ⫸ OC ⫸ Tags: Nero 」


spacer"Hey, hey, no need to be like that buddy!" Dean said, raising his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. "We're all friends here." Man, he definitely hadn't expected to be brushed off so easily, but you could never really tell with the people that walked in here. It was always a mystery, which was exciting...and usually dangerous. Eh, he liked to push the limits either way. "Though I do admit that's an impressive looking weapon. Looks a bit hefty though- you guys have guns where you're from?"

[InfectedHau]

Reza||25||Female||Tagged: Hit

Reza cracked her knuckles, settling down over the injury. "Remarkable definition," she remarked to herself, eyes roving over Hit's physique. "You must be fairly active. Presumably doing whatever it was that got you stabbed. Fortunately for you I fix wounds like this on a daily basis. Hold still, please." Of course, those wounds were generally on herself, but he didn't need to know that.

Blue and green energies swirled around Reza's hand as she hovered over Hit's wound, as she once again generated a wad of saliva and applied it to the wound. "Have you ever thought about getting a color change?" She asked offhandedly. "Not that purple doesn't look good on you, but I think you'd look lovely in a nice white. Maybe some accents here and there, just for some variety, or ooh, horns!"

With a wave of her hand, the patch began to shift and distort, taking on the color and texture of Hit's skin. "Good as new," Reza said. "The mimic cells should patch up any internal injuries in a few hours, but I would take it easy for the next few days. Any excessive movement might cause the cells to shift mid-copy, and I don't think you want liver cells lining your blood vessels."

[Ghostarriver]

𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓴
She-Ra⚓AdVeNtUrEr⚓20s⚓The Docks⚓Tags: Asra
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Seeing the creature come out of Asra's satchel certainly did not escape Seahawk's attention, and the pirate placed a foot back, intrigued by the snake and the conversation it and Asra apparently had.
"Well that's new." It was mostly a contemplative thought that Seahawk had forgotten to keep to himself, but there was no harm in voicing it, the pirate supposed. "I assume you two are good friends?" It only sounded like it made sense, they seemed to maintain a very comfortable presence with each other.

"It sounds very much like Seaworthy," Seahawk pondered, in response to Asra's description of Vesuvia. Regardless, it was not a place he'd heard of, and it only went to prove that they were definitely not from the same world. Really the talking snake only served to solidify that different, though Seahawk was quote certain he'd seen a talking horse.
Then again, that had been a magic horse... so maybe this was a magic snake?

"Very interesting," Seahawk nodded, cupping his chin in one hand as Asra explained what warping was. It was quite similar to Glimmer's telelportation power, though the whole water based thing was much more Mermista's speed. Maybe she could do the same thing, after all, she was able to form a tail. Then again, Seahawk had never seen it, and he'd known her long enough to have noticed if she had an ability like that.
"Can everyone in your world do this warping thing?" It sounded like it was common practice, but that wasn't always the case when something was said to be easy.
"I, myself, am much more partial, and accustomed to, boats myself, they're a much more comfortable form of travel to me."

ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔞
The Dragon Prince⚜Mage⚜16⚜The Village⚜Tags: Mith
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"Aw, Mith is such a cute name," the young mage beamed, pleasantly surprised by the mannerisms of the creature, Mith. She seemed so gentle and innocent, and the girl just started to get more and more excited, the more and more Mith talked.

"Just a moth?" Claudia questioned, tilting her head a little, finding it just a little weirdly simple. "Because, I've seen a lot of moths in Katolis, even pretty big magical ones, but I've never seen one as big as you. Or ones able to speak. Unless you're from Xadia? Are you from Xadia?" Most likely not, seeing as Mith had just used the term 'moth' to refer to their species, which could have meant that they were the only type of moth where they came from. Unless they were a highly isolated species, but that was probably even less likely, seeing as everything in Xadia had some kind of connection to each other, or at least, their hatred of humans was a binding factor.
If Mith was Xadian, then it'd be unlikely they'd be having this conversation, since Claudia was quite sure that all Xadians knew that they were supposed to treat humans as enemies.

"And are there more moths like you? Or other types of insects?" If there were more, then maybe there was some kind of way they could be used for spells with much more powerful effects, maybe it'd be a different sort of effect. Of course, she couldn't exactly say that to Mith, she didn't want to scare her new friend off, but she doubted Mith would be the type to question the girl's inquiry. At least, Claudia hoped so, she didn't really like lying, especially to such a sweet being.