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[ for a moment,  she just watched the strangers shoulders sag in relief,  like the spark had been the one thing holding her whole day hostage.  a small smirk tugged at suki’s mouth as she flicked the lighter,  steady and bright between them. ]   i’ll take the promotion.   [ she jokes,  watching the flame,  then her just before it caught its slow burn. ]  

@lostinluck  [the agitated nerves and the refusal of her own lighter to cooperate was only the seasoning of her big meal of a bad day.  that was why when this stranger had offered some help,  maxine looked upon them as if they were heaven sent——God’s greatest messenger here to help one of his creation’s in need]    you’re a fucking life saver 

  this  girl  really  had  no  clue  what  she  was  saying  and  who  she  was  saying  it  to.  to  anyone  else  '  masked  killers  '  wouldn't  mean  any  more  than  a  horror  movie  trope.  ghostface,  michael  myers,  jason  voorhees,  etc.  but  for  finn  it  struck  a  cord.  “  im  glad.  i  don't  like  halloween.  ”  dark  eyes  followed  the  pair  as  they  ignored  her.  there  weren't  a  lot  of  people  out  because  of  how  cold  it  was.  that  was  part  of  the  reason  he  was  out  here  taking  a  walk  in  the  first  place.  sometimes  he  preferred  his  own  company  and  to  be  alone  with  his  thoughts.  he's  pulled  back  to  the  flyer  being  whooshed  away  in  the  chilly  wind.  “  one  less  flyer  to  pass  out. ”  his  hands  settled  in  the  pockets  of  his  coat  as  the  wind  picked  up  and  hit  his  cheeks  and  nose,  turning  them  red  upon  contact.  “  don't  diss  pineapple  pizza  like  that. it's  not  on  the  same  level. ”  he  was  very  stuck  in  his  opinion  on  foods  it  seemed.  “  yeah,  ill  see  you.  she  has  a  boyfriend  and  my  dad  always  makes  me  tag  along.  to  make  sure  they  behave  or  whatever.  this  festival  thing  will  be  /  her  /  thing.  but  uh  —  thanks.  ” 
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

@phantomrings   yeah well,  be glad it’s not halloween.  would’ve brought awareness to “scary ghosts and masked killers”  or something…zombies,  maybe.   [her words trail off when a stranger passes by, yelling something incoherent yet equally loud to her son—or nephew. or maybe he was just a brat.  ignoring the offered flyer maxine presented ]  oh—kay.   [that same flyer slips from her hand, gone with the wind.  someone would find it… probably.  she’ll turn back just in time to hear the cotton candy comment. shrugging as if the thought was incredulous and most likely offensive——because it was]   anything to get people in, i guess. if it does good maybe it’ll be up there with mint chocolate and pineapples on pizza—and knitted gloves.    i’ll give a discount if you show up with her!  just in case it’s just gross consumerism shit, y’know?

   “  awareness  for  the  holiday  that  comes  around  every  year.ᐣ  yeeah. okay.  not  shooting  the  messenger  here.  just  saying  it  sounds  ridiculous. ”  when  the  flyers  were  passed  to  him  he  turned  them  around  so  he  could  read  one,  almost  dropping  the  paper  from  gloved  hands.  it  would  be  asking  for  frostbite  being  our  here  without  covering  your  hands  after  all. “  win  -  win,  for  sure. ”  he  muttered  as  he  scanned  the  flyer,  food,  hot  chocolate,  ice....  skating.  that  brought  a  sour  feeling  to  his  stomach.  “  im  sorry..  peppermint  cotton  candy.  that  sounds  fucking  disgusting.  what  happened  to  normal  cotton  candy.ᐣ  she's  gross  she  probably  would  like  that.  ”  the  flyers  were  tucked  away  in  the  pocket  of  his  coat.
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

@prophesied-   “right—okay, uh..  tell her i say.. thank you.” [she moves awkwardly away from where she stood before, clearing her throat and rubbing her arm.  it was definitely warmer over here, too.      something she didn’t realize until now] 

──    დ  @brrrat,
            
            dead.   {  very  much  so,  although  carrie  considers  the  sparse  details  to  be  a  kindness  easily  afforded.   her  eyes  seem  to  track  the  spirit  for  a  brief  moment  before  flicking  back  to  lia.  }    not  malicious,   though.   just  passing  through.    ( .. )    she  thinks  your  hair  is  pretty.

@prophesied-   [1.]    dead or alive?  [it doesn’t spook her like it used to—if whoever it was was a ghost.  ‘lia still finds herself standing still, though—too still and too stiff]    carrie— dead or alive. 

@prophesied-   “o—kay” [the second cigarette is placed back in its casing.  while the other remains caught between her lips. lighted and turned away from where carrie stood.  she sits there,  bent and leaning against her elbows,  shoulders heavy from——everything]   “looks like the storm isn’t stopping anytime soon… you don’t have to stay out here with me” 

MAXINE EMILY TROY
            ©     monster hunter,     tbp au

ᴵ USED TO THINK YOU WERE AN ASSHOLE  .        “yeah, i know.  still am”
             ⠀‎ ‎ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳ    [THE REDEEMED RANGER] 
            There was a time where ████ ████ was on the wrong side.  Fresh out of New York City——popular just because of it.  Mean to others, too.     She’s not like that anymore, though.  She knows how to talk nice to people, now.   Learned her way around a gun (and cigarettes)   …  hangs out with the weird ones.    

@stoicub,       Ur absolute pretty little pwincess?  :3

@6THEYES    i didn’t stutter. 

@draqeirs   [he can only muster a smirk at best.  seeing his son like this: happy and untouched by the horrors of this world, brought back memories of when he was young himself.  in those days,  there were three dallen pups, not two——and where his grandfather told his father he’d be buried by their predecessors, not the other way around.     he sees his son,  and he sees his brother,       a boy stronger than he ever was——brave, dutiful.. kind.    it was edwyn who was meant to be standing here,  wearing the cape of black,    not him..  but that was taken from him the day he fought..  the day he lost.     the wind blows, and he clears his throat. shaking the memory of it all.  he hated silence.  silence made him think of what could’ve been,     and he didn’t like to think of that]       he almost had his first sip of blue wine,  had his mother not gotten there to see 

i wouldn’t doubt it,    after all it is merely..   hereditary.   but for now,    he is simply just a pup..    a rather whimsical one at that    [he had found solace next to the wolf,    back leaning against the ruby tree as they stared on at the flock of young children frolicking in the grass with one another.   he would be lying if he said that deep under his stoic and cold demeanor,   the sight alone didn’t make the king’s heart swell,    for one day he would be watching his own kin run about.    but that was a feeling to revel on yet another time.    he lets out a soft sigh as he watches one kid tackle the other,   leaning his head down in response with a subtle chuckle]     

@draqeirs    aye  [he has his eyes on the pup not to far away,  playing in the meadows with the other smaller children his age.   many of their fathers he knew——old bears who took to the hunting parties with him for witches and warlocks——werewolves on a full moon.    the  wolf himself looks out of place,  hidden within the shade of a ruby tree,  where the flowers stopped at blackened floors,   while his son laughed and ran——a wooden sword in his grasp]        he’ll be a terrifying man at this rate,  He’s almost as big as the graybear cubs 

*  ykw let's give this a try 

*     ahem

*    ofc here & drvconis!! 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“    MONSTERS FEARED THE WOLF BEFORE THE FIRE.  MONSTERS FEARED THE HOWL BEFORE THE SUN.   ”
                 [ WATCHERS OF THE NIGHT, DEFENDERS OF THE EARTH.  HEROES BEFORE THE CROWN. . .  THE SON’S OF THE COLD WIND,  HOUSE DALLEN]     
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“     NONE BEFORE  US    ”
            
            ⠀⠀ ⠀         BRANDAR OF HOUSE DALLEN,  THE BLACK WOLF,          THE SECOND SON,          THE LORD OF STOIC’S END,          THE SWORD AND SHIELD OF DRAKAEL.     ✶    REVIVED BY BREE BREE   ©