((Oh man. I remember a time where RP was all I did. Like legit, I’d sit at the computer for hours on end, waiting for a reply. And then when I did get a reply, it’d respond to it immediately, get so invested into it emotionally…
I am so glad I am not like that any more. It used to cause so much stress, get butthurt over comments said to my baby… But I’m not like that any more. This is now just a part-time thing for me. I get to it when I feel like it, not any other time. If I respond once to a thread, and I don’t feel like doing any more, I don’t. Big whoop. I don’t feel bad. If I respond to threads all day, it’s because I felt like it.
Yeah, sure. Some of you might think that “Oh, hey. He only responded to our thread once today. Must mean he’s A. Busy or B. Doesn’t like my character/thread/me.” False. This is for my enjoyment, so I get to it when I want. So it’s not you, really. It’s just on how much I feel like writing. Basically, Tumblr Rping is usually last on my “Things I want to Do” list.
So just. Keep that in mind when you Rp with me, yeah?))
With YOUR muse’s kid!
(Source: redfieldos, via thecupcakemedic)
Oh, good! *She made her way through the door, giving a polite nod.* I’ve brought a few types of sweets and teas along with me, so you’ve got a few choices.
*He’ll keep hush about his own stash of tea, much rather use the other’s instead. Besides, she probably has a bit wider selection than he does. He still needs to go to store and stock up on a few things.*
Ah, excellent. Do sit down, and I’ll fetch my finest glassware for my fine guest. *Jac gives a light laugh, before shutting the door and locking it. All he owns is fine glassware, so there’s not much choice in anything else.*
“Mhmm,” She nodded enthusiastically, grinning softly as she offered the basket to him. “If you don’t terribly mind, that is. I hope that I am not interrupting anything.”
*Jac opens the door wider, inviting the woman in and taking the offered basket.* I don’t mind at all. Didn’t really ‘ave anything planned today, besides a bit of music and napping.
Nothing wrong with a little unexpected company, ‘owever.
(I’m sorry. Traveled again today. I’ll be home soon though. :]
Don’t be sorry. I am just glad you will be back soon.))
>You mistake me herr for a zhing of fiction zhat does nicht exists, zhough zhat vould be a fascinating addition to zhe human anatomy… fangs indeed… < His laughter dying away in to the air as an almost morbid chuckle, Burkhard flaunts a “fanged” grin towards his opposition. >Vhile I am sure zhat zhe red gold zhat pumps zhrough your veins ist delicious…. I haff already had mein fill of dinner.<
Interesting… one who would show such “lip” to someone as dangerous as this man was stupidity incarnate with the rate of survival being spotty at best. With an easy stride, bespeaking of pedigree, class with the overwhelming air of aristocracy, Burkhard strolled up, shoulder to shoulder with his company. >Ve shall continue valking.< Motioning without a break in stride, it was made clear the Red had no intention of freezing his valuable hide off by remaining idle, not that he cared about actually freezing ( an interesting concept to explore actually and worth some thought for the future… though not on himself of course. There were plenty of scouts kicking around for just such a purpose).
In the end nothing could beat a good walk, and for the moment all his experiments had to be left to “gestate”, so now it was time for a social one; cocking his head with an appraising, less feral stare.
> I am never wrong… so do nicht try to correct mich… you do nicht look overly healzhy herr… vhy arh you outside in a temperature such as zhis? Surely it can nicht be to see zhe sights… unless of course… you are a masochist..<
*Had Jac the nerve, he would’ve chuckled at the Medic’s joke, but something tells Jac he wasn’t entirely joking. This one…wasn’t crazy. Just sadistic. One who got off on torture and pain.
A combination of things Jac wasn’t fond of. It just brought back a flood of horrible memories, ones relating directly to Lucinda. Words like “Red Gold” and “Delicious” are nothing but triggers for the man, words his ex-lover were fond of using. Ones he was fond of using as well in one point in his life.
But that was then, and this now. He was a changed man…right? Forced to keep up, Jac falls into step behind the Medic, barely walking behind the man.*
I am outside because I needed to get away from a fellow BLU Medic…He was rather determined in examining my guts. *Which of course, was this RED Medic’s brother he was referring to. But Jac didn’t know that.*
((Where are my Gabby and Cami :|
//I don’t know what I am doinnnng
And the baker boy hat. I’m no where near a pc though.
(Can I has Wayfinder?
((They’re yours for when ya get here :D ))
((Yo. Just putting out there that I’m still giving away some shit. Strange Sniper Rifle, Strange Loch-n-Load, and The Magnificent Mongolian Hat. Also…A few robocrates as well, along with Ye Oiled Baker Boy.
Gunna add A Strange Medigun to the list, too.))