Look the innocent flower


But be the serpent underneath

halbmetall:

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I’m a quincy. I can absorb yours, y’know.

If you want to poison yourself then sure 

halbmetall:

Sven: B) *harasses sung-sun*

Sung: B| *uses muda*

Sven: /8|

Sven: >B(

Sven: *TURNS INVISIBLE TOO BITCH YOU AIN’T SPECIAL*

Mine’s still superior tbh 

Dainty sneeze

Halbmetall:

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Yep,” he nodded, practically preening underneath his helmet, “Reishi.”

There was a pause, a moment of silence, disturbed only by the sound of Sven kicked idly at the sand. Then Sven looked at, slowly reaching out his arm — his metal arm — the talons on it’s digits stored away. The cyborg tilted his head, looking at her with a certain intensity,

"….Wanna touch it, princess?"

There was no small amount of suspicion at his words. Since he abandoned the Wandenreich, the fifty-sixth had become more or less neutral to his presence, but it was still a far cry from outright trusting the cyborg. On the other hand, however, she did harbor a very small, very reluctant curiosity. What little technology they had in Las Noches hadn’t been for her to interact with. Pursing her lips, she glanced back before taking a few steps closer. 

The arm he held towards her was the same one that housed his claws and contained the flamethrower that burned her hands — facts that had yet to be forgotten. Her pale eyes narrowed as they traveled up the length of his limb, from his hands to his shoulder, trying to visualize what the interior might look like. Almost unconsciously her sleeve began to fall away from her face, and it seemed for a moment like she might accept his offer, but then it passed, and Sung-Sun was drawing away again to put the usual distance between them.  

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"I only asked because I wondered what you intended do, when you ran out of power," she said, finally providing an explanation for the last few minutes of her behavior. "But I suppose that won’t be an issue."   

We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin. —André Berthiaume (via kari-shma)

trxpadora:

princesa—serpiente replied to your post:Stands on tiptoes and balances a book atop his head.

She’ll take those if you don’t want them tbh

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     Dumps them on sleeve-friend tbh.

"—As far as finding ways to pass the time goes, you could do worse than a book or two, you know." 

Anonymous: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Č̛͎̠̭̮̹͎̰͇̘̥̪̄͌̅ͮ̒͆ͦ̅̐ͤͥ̈́ͧ́͋̈́͂̚͞ ̨̛͉̟̪̹̠̲̍̂̈́ͦ̌̊͂͛ͥ̽͗̓̑͛͗͌ͅǪ̘̣̟̰̥̍ͤ͊ͬ̊̍̄̈̇ͩͭ͂ͦ̔͒ͭ́͛̇͞ ̵͈̫̺̞͚̰͇̱͕̤̰͔̺̹̙̊̾͊ͮ̎ͨ͜N̸̨̫͔̘͇̯̺̰̱̘̍͗ͨ̄̑̇͐͂ͬ͒͋͒̾ͬ͝ ̸̏͛ͯͧ̉̏͛̑ͧ̆ͦ̿ͧ̉҉̫̬̙̱̩̫͇̦̜̙͖̮̹̘̰͔̞̘T̍̆̍ͬͤ͛̇̊ͫ͌̈ͣͦ̾ͧ̚͏̢̨҉̻͍̠̳͈̫̮ ̜̖̖̯̭̥̲̂͆̂̅ͯ̎̈́͊̅̐͛͘͝Rͯ͐̉ͯͬͪ҉̨̯̺̝̠̘͕̦̳̠͖̘͚̹̱͎͕͘ ̴̝͚̬͉͖͎̺̰͔̙͔̻̯̭̲͊̾͐̈ͥ̍͗ͬ̒͛̇̓ͯ̈ͨ̚̚͡ͅA̷̶̡̯̝̺̩͕̻̦̰͇̜̜̞͍͎̰ͣ̋̿̓͞͝ͅͅ ̸̴̡͇͍͓̗̃̀͒ͭ͘͠ͅC̨̛̖̺̜̰̯̻ͨ͗́ͫ̍̑͂̃̍̏͌̐ͯ̚ ̵͔̱̪̥͓̮̝͛ͭͫ͊̄͂ͥ̓̽͂̑ͭͪͨ̾͢͠͞T͒̉̐́̐҉̦̬̝̼͙̗̗͇̥̹͎̖͡

sternjager: Not going to flee? Very well. Loads /several/ Tranquilizing Arrows. Not too many. She doesn't look very heavy, so too many might accidentally /kill/ her.

And in the few short seconds it takes her to load those arrows, the serpent’s already disappeared. There was no sign of her physical presence, nor any traces of reiatsu for the Quincy to track — and above all, no way for her to know that the fifty-sixth was standing some distance away to her left, cloaked beneath a small, camouflaged dome. 

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Disposing of the intruder would happen in due time, but for now, Sung-Sun wanted to see how she’d react. It was strange to find one of them alone. The possibility that there might be more of them was a very real threat, something she wanted to confirm one way or the other before she dealt with her.  

AU Where everything is exactly the same but Sung-Sun tells puns as bad as me 

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