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[teeth bared in an amused widespread grin from the ground,  arms used as pedestals behind himself to keep his body propped upright.  head lolled in looking to the stranger.]  it’s not always like this.  i’m pretty competent.  you just caught me at a bad time.  a moment of weakness—  [preston spoke through airy chuckles.  he grabbed onto the stranger’s hand and pulled himself up—  not putting too much of his weight  into her,  instead evening it out with his own sheer strength.]  yeah,  [now, standing:]  thanks.  are we here doing the same shit?

@trckrd ⠀ღ⠀yeah,  no shit..  clearly 1 of us is a lot more c͟ompetent with said equipment,  too.   [mandy scolds,  though there’s a softness in their monotone indicative of something else;  perhaps camaraderie,  or even relief that this battle wouldn’t be their own]   i’m guessing you could use a hand?   [as if to emphasize the point,  she offers her open palm for the rather frazzled boy on the ground beneath her to grab]

well,  look at that.  we got the same equipment.  no shit.

@ahmarics ⠀ღ⠀funny.   [mandy’s eyes narrow further as they give a humorless chuckle,  the talisman on their neck flaring faintly against the pale skin in warning;  not that it was necessary now,  since the bogeyman had already revealed himself]   you must have pretty shīt luck to run right into one in your own little sanctuary,  then,  huh?

@hyrded ⠀ღ⠀i’m having a hard time believing i could get any more pasty than i already am.   [she quips sarcastically,  though something did seem to be—  off,  a tremble in her voice so slight many would’ve missed it]   let’s just..focus on the task at hand.

what to do with me?   what do you mean by that?   [ mismatching eyes widen at the possibilities,   all of which she hopes are wrong. ]   are you going to KILL me??

@sparkingbolts ⠀ღ⠀how about you wait until my partners get here to help me figure out what to do with you;  then we’ll talk.  until then,  /please/ be quiet.

@horrorcams ⠀ღ⠀yes,  i do mind.  my photography skills suck.   [mandy lies,  continuing her scribbling inside a black notebook rested on her lap,  barely sparing the girl a glance]   i’m doing you a favor,  honestly.

@wtchtrials ⠀ღ⠀oh,  cut the crap;  i know you’re up to no good.   [she couldn’t tell what the girl’s deal was—  she seemed normal,  for the most part—  but she was definitely a supernatural of some sort. mandy’s eyes narrow as the talisman on their neck burns faintly against the pale skin in warning]   what’s “unsettling” is b͟ogeymen running around /my/ city.   [curiously,  the ‘my city’ bit seemed to take on more of a possessive tone than a noble one]

there is no reason on this earth that you should be looking for that long.     its.. unsettling and repetitive.

@wtchtrials ⠀ღ⠀ooo,  i’m s͟haking  [ .. ]  that was sarcasm,  by the way;  in case you’re too dumb to have realized.  last i checked,  looking isn’t a crime.

*   pls! 

    /             curious  pls <3

/    friendly or curious

@goldreports ⠀ღ⠀ u͟rgh,  you boneheaded idi—  /yes/,  it is ruined;  thank you,  captain obvious  | .. |  this was really a ‘limited edition’ kind of deal,  dude..  you’re best bet is praying there’s a way for me to clean this out so i won’t have to come & find you \:<

ଘ @NONRISUM  |  [ she took note of the scythe and reminded herself that her sword was nearby. close enough to call on ] oh, how wonderful. there was a faerie down by the water earlier but i doubt they need killing — they were praying. [ she laughs softly and waves a hand dismissively ] let's hope i was never this stuck-up when i was younger. 

@insequenti ⠀ღ⠀[she fixes a curious gaze on the woman,  eyebrow raised as the grip on her scythe tightens ever so slightly]   anything stupid enough to show it’s face—  or lack of one—  on the night i have time to k͟ill.   [mandy is confused at her bowing,  but even more so at her reply]   ..snails?  god,  please don’t let me be this weird when i’m old.

ଘ @NONRISUM  |  monster hunting? how exciting! what monsters are you looking for tonight? strigoi? daemon? faerie? [ she smiled softly and put her hands behind her back, bowing just a bit ] i'm watching the stars and looking for snails. what funny little things they are, they tell the best jokes. 

          ⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀  ⟡ ⠀  fixed age while interacting is usually dependent on your anon's relative age +/or where in amanda’s journey it would be the most sensible for them to cross paths.  darker themes are at the heart of her character as a whole, but given that i'm 19;  i will only engage in more /mature/ subject matter with other muses,  & admins alike,  who are of age <3  portrayal is also fandom flexible.

        ⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀  ⟡ ⠀  the sycthe she weilds is called Orcus,  & it grants her a select few ghastly gifts;  enhanced speed,  strength,  agility,  senses & reflexes + night vision + ground-level flight + shadow camouflage + blink + umbrakinesis + fear & phobia manipulation via hallucikinesis + teleportation via tearing portals through the fabric of spacetime,  & necromancy.  it is 7 feet in length with a 2–foot long serrated blade that curves & can cut through any substance,  open rifts to The Other Side,  separate the souls of the dead from their bodies,  adversely kill any non–undead creature instantly upon contact,  & even transform into another weapon;  Eiserne Drossel*.  truly the gift of ultimate power.  *(A ringed,  hula hoop–esque weapon.  the blade of the ring is dull on the inside but sharp on the outside,  allowing mandy to swing it around herself in battle without the risk of injury.)  she dreams of using it to carve a swath of despair & destruction through the world of men & monsters alike,  to blacken the skies & redden the seas,  to leave nothing behind but entropy & sweet silence...  right after she opens her botany shop,  of course.

      ⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀  ⟡ ⠀  mandy has a pet ghost ornamental tarantula named “Halo” & a drooling hellhound named “Saliva,”  (or “Səˈlīvə) who is unexpectedly emotional—  probably for the best,  as the mutt was able to connect with her in a way that no human,  aside from 1,  had ever accomplished.  he’s almost somewhat of a service dog,  as amanda has problematic fits of rage significant enough that she’s forced to attend anger management classes by her parents,  a result of the harsh way she learned to view the world in order to survive in it—  & in the shadows.  she is also affected by ASD & lacks emotional tone,  nor is she the most empathetic.