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misselsen:

"…So you do work here. And you get lost?"

That’s sad.

"I must say that familiarizing yourself with your own workplace would probably be a good idea."

"I-I stay in the West wing! I don’t really…know the rest of it all too well." 

A pang of humiliation sweeps through him and tugs a his chest, locking his gaze on the ground. 

(Source: blankobedience)

misselsen:

"Come on then, dear."

She took the lead ahead of him, heels clicking against the cold library floors.

"Well then. You’re obviously not from this Zone if you got lost. Where do you work?"

"Bismark..Page, in the Library, I suppose you could say. Er, I wasn’t expecting Zone 3 to be quite as confusing as it is to me. Most of my day trips are made to Zone 1, to visit a friend of mine.." 

He quickened his pace a little to keep up with her.

(Source: blankobedience)

Reblog if you’re okay with your RP partners messaging you when they respond to your RP.

one-piece-fandom:

Tumblr’s new notification system is making it pretty easy for them to slip by.

If a day or two has passed with no response, or you see me on and I haven’t replied, feel free to let me know.

blankobedience:

The boy looked spooked. He couldn’t actually seem scary, could he? A frown knits his brow, one eyebrow poised just above the other in a questioning manner.


"I-I was…just about to ask you the same thing, Monsieur. Either…way, I am commonly referred to as #10430, or as some…

He blinks. Leg. Well, he didn’t suppose he minded that much. It was sort of silly. He chuckles, feeling a little less intimidated by the creature called Finn. 

"Not…entirely sure if we have any…what did you say, Satanic? I’m..not sure I’ve heard of such a thing, or what that would have to do with your employment number. But yes, ‘Finn’, you may call me Leg if you want." 

blankobedience:

Being tucked away in the Library for extended periods of time was no good thing for anyone; so #10430 had taken a day trip to Zone 03. It was unfamiliar to him, that was a given- but he hadn’t really expected to become this lost. He had no real set destination, but he was…

He lets out a short sigh of relief and offers a grateful smile. He’d thought she would have dismissed his request for help with askant glance. He had thought wrong, though. The younger Elsen nods, looking back at the woman before him. 

"That w-would be lovely, thank you.." 

blankobedience:

The Elsen had seen a lot of strange things as of late, but this purple-clad boy with the mop of pale hair had to be one of the strangest. #10430 was being pulled two ways- in one, a hesitation nearly too great to overcome, in the other, a curiosity he had to feed. Finally…

The boy looked spooked. He couldn’t actually seem scary, could he? A frown knits his brow, one eyebrow poised just above the other in a questioning manner. 

"I-I was…just about to ask you the same thing, Monsieur. Either…way, I am commonly referred to as #10430, or as some people call me, Légère." 

+ flamboyantbard

The Elsen had seen a lot of strange things as of late, but this purple-clad boy with the mop of pale hair had to be one of the strangest. #10430 was being pulled two ways- in one, a hesitation nearly too great to overcome, in the other, a curiosity he had to feed. Finally working up the nerve to speak, he puffs up his chest and attempts to appear taller before drifting closer, though it didn’t change much. 

"Ahh. Ahem. Hh. Hhhello?" 

OOC

Hey i’ll do some dumb voiceacting that won’t fit my muse at all if you guys have things you want to hear in my awful Légère voice. Also i’m sorry I haven’t been around so much I’ve been building up the fire in my other blog so it doesn’t die like my personal one did and I’ve been helping my mom with her assignments which means carrying groceries while she takes pictures of signs for her class. I’ll also do drawings of your guys’ muses if you want.

+ dedan-andhisbitch

Légère had seen Dedan in the library more often lately. The strange thing was, the Guardian didn’t appear to be reviewing anything work related. He’d caught sight of Dedan casually hidden away in the romantic fiction section. It wasn’t a surprise, more heartwarming than anything. Maybe he had some soft spot under all that yelling. 

The next time Légère saw him, he decided to test the water and see if it would be safe to carry out a civil conversation with the man. Approaching with a stack of books held tight to his chest, he set them down on a nearby table and tugged the Guardian’s coat to get his attention. 

"M-monseiur Dedan, I was…wondering if you would like any, ah, book suggestions? I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of finding praise worthy volumes on your own, but if you want a second opinion on something.." 

【・ヘ・?】- Ever tripped in front a bunch of people? 

IC: “W-well, you could say that..it was on a chair that someone had left untucked. O-only a few people were within a range to witness it, but…yes.” 

OOC: countless times. Like seriously I don’t know what it is but I actually will just fall over while I’m standing still. I’m a real klutz. 

♪ - Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes? 

IC: “Not often..I consider it rude to make unnecessary noise, especially in the library.” 

OOC: Mostly only when I’m alone in the house because my singing voice is the most awful scratchy sounding thing to ever grace another’s ears. But I hum all the time.

 었 - Any tattoos?

IC: “Er…no..” 

OOC: Not yet but I definitely want at least one some day.