Lazily munching a burger like she didn't disappear for months.

⚜️Still alive, just no muse for Raizel. I'll be back when I gain some. Sorry for the silence here.

⚜️Muse is still limited as I continue to binge Dragon Age. Will attempt to get activity going this evening when I finish work.

⚜️Sorry for the inactivity, been rebinging the Dragon Age games from the beginning. Hoping to get some replies out this weekend though.

⚜️I'll get to these after work, promise.

"You mean the Masako forces? Yeah, I'm familiar with them..." It was her turn to sigh, her gaze turning toward the gorgeous view of the city outside. "I'm in no shape to tangle with them, though."

"Are ya sure? I'd hate to leave you with only a partial makeover, but I'd hate to make you uncomfortable more." She hesitated to pick up the mascara, worried to offend the older Witch. "I can get the makeup remover if you'd prefer to end it here..."

She got a new toy. Time for a little Mayhem!

"I'm just tired, 'sall..." She tried to muster the energy for a smile, only to yawn instead. "Kid's zapping all my energy, I'm tired all the time now..."

"I... Sorry...". She set the mascara down, busying herself with untying the other. "I'll try to avoid the scars, 'kay?"

"You punched me in the nose when I attempted to do your blush..." So, yes, she must be tied to the chair.

Whiskey/whisky after a bad day, tequila when she wants to party and rum when she just wants to drink for drinking's sake.

"Stop struggling, I can do your mascara when your face is scrunched up like that!" the Saint insisted as she attempted to do the elder Witch's eye makeup.

In her eyes, she's a liberator but to the majority, she's absolutely an oppressor.

She's here and ready to greet the day.

"You know what I mean, though!" she insisted, trying desperately to get her point across. "Fuck's sake, it's like you're trying to disagree with me for you own amusement..." She huffed softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Look, I'm not gonna call you 'Mum' or anything, so you don't have to worry about that. I've only got one of those, and we don't speak. So I understand that you and Mum are two separate people. But you're kinda like her cosmic twin....so that at least makes you an aunt or somethin'."

Raizel blinked as Yingzi explained traditions she had already learned in childhood. While she wasn't the best at following those traditions, the lessons had at least stuck in some area of her mind. "I know that, that's why I asked you. You're another version of my Mum, so that makes you (

"Oh, so it's a romantic thing? Dear Sheba, this is beyond awkward, I'm sorry...." A blush dusted her cheeks, avoiding meeting the elder Umbran's gaze. She clearly had no idea what she'd been asking. "I'll just... Shuffle off to the shame corner..."

"I don't really have anyone to help with my hair, and I know how that sounds as an Umbran, but I can't exactly waltz into a salon and make an appointment." Her status as a wanted criminal made it difficult for her to do a lot of things most took for granted. She was +

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Perfect. He can hold her hair back while she pukes.

Purrrrrr. She returned the gesture, then skedaddled to the bathroom.

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Tinkering with her guns after a morning trip to Freckle Bitch's.

She's up and greeting the day. Reluctantly.

A brow arched upward as the young woman regarded her... guest? Intruder? She wasn't sure which fit more. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, lips twisting in a smirk. "I don't scare easily, you'll have to try harder."

Lighting up a cigarette and propping her feet up. No thoughts, only relax.

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Another evening spent drinking. But seriously, what did you expect from her [Reader]?

⚜️Making my original Bayo variant an account this weekend. Hoping nobody's already taken either of my profile names...

⚜️Redid Raizel's guns to fit their new name. Behold, Deadly Sinners, named for the 3 Inches of Blood song which happens to be featured on the Saints Row 2 OST.

Starting the day off with a bang.

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"Oh hell no, not a chance. But he died like a bitch, which he was." She flinched a little as he began tending to her, a soft hiss escaping her. Dear Sheba, that stung! She'd sit up to make things easier on him, grabbing the roll of bandages and wrapping the wounds he's already +

"No...?" What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? Nep didn't need to know she'd been in a gladiator battle with the Brotherhood's best drivers and their monster trucks. All that mattered was that she came home. "I killed Maero, though. The Brotherhood is dead."

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