Maybe a little hunt would do it. Or a relaxing time at a café's terrace.

— 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣. — 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞/𝐎𝐂 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 & 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 #MVRP #HorrorRP #TEWRP

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"Who the hell would invent a teleporting device just for one person only ?" she mumbled to herself. She adjusted her position, trying not to fall face-first once more. "I can't promise the integrity of your hoverboard... or yourself after that ride." Revolving in circles at a rapid +

She stared at him without blinking, to the point one could wonder if she had passed out while still standing up. "Can't you teleport ?"

From where she stands, she can hear the cello and the piano. It's pleasant.

With his help, she managed to be back on both feet. Ish. She could feel how unbalanced she was and even grabbed the edge of her seat to avoid falling back down and headbutting the floor. "Pffft— please... Don't make me regret having fun now."

She tried to push herself upward, arms slowly dragging on each side of her body before her palms rested on the floor to give the strength she needed. And failed. Her forehead remained on the cold floor, palms still on either side. "Dunno...," she grumbled. "Gravity's being a bitch, right now."

She can give a few names regarding people who like Dr. Nefarious within the N. Labs itself.

She didn't hesitate when Cortex extended his glass. A hand reached out to grab the bottle, and soon enough, the empty glass was now refilled. "That place has a roof ?" She had always pictured the top being... tiled. Not flat, not like an open patio or terrace just... a proper roof, and not a +

If someone's looking for Bob, he's at the coffee machine. As usual.

Bob. Bob is an eldritch entity capable of blasting anything and anyone with a snap of his fingers. Thankfully, he's addicted to coffee (and loves his mug) and doesn't care about mortal business. His real name is "Vh'iothralbh". But goes by "Bob". - [ #eldritch ; #originalcharacter ; #cryptid ]

Something a lil' different : my OC, but cartoon style. Some of the expressions were really fun to do ! And there's Bob. - [ #cartoon ; #cartooncharacter ; #originalcharacter ; #oc ]

Morrigan glanced behind her. There was no one - yet - at the coffee machine. Not tall shadow waiting for its next cup of coffee, no entity lurking in the background. Her eyes settled back on Cortex. "Relax," she smiled. "Bob isn't here. Probably +

"Your loss, doc'," she shrugged then took another mouthful of her glass to finish it. "What...? The undead golem ? Nah, that was Tim. Bob is Uka-Uka's friend. I... think they're friend ? Anyway, he's the freakin' tall guy addicted to coffee. Maybe you've seen him around ?" She gestured +

A new chuckle when he mentioned he had been to some parties. Yeah... sure. Anyone would have believed his words. Even in her drunken state, she knew it was a lie. Or a twisted look-better-in-another-light type of light. "Suuuure thing, doc'." She moved slightly back, leaning against her +

Good Cthulhu almighty. . .

"Six," she corrected. "But, hu... the fourth one accidentally ended up falling by the window." To her sorrow. She rolled her eyes and leaned slightly forward, deep jade eyes staring at the man. "Pretty sure you didn't go to too many parties when you were younger +

Her mouth opened as she was ready to object that she had seen him at the beach, but Cortex was faster, and already giving an explanation. A rarity, hu ? Sounded like his brain was too busy to even have some room for 'free' and 'fun time'. Kinda like Tropy as well. And everyone working +

She swirled the content of her glass, looking at him. A soft chuckle escaped her. Her 'precious' Tropy ? "It's my day off. I don't believe my boss would care about what I do during my free time as long as I'm at my full potential when I'm working." She swallowed a +

Of drinking and having fun, silly. Loosen up a little ~

Chaotic brillance. That was a way to put it in words for sure. To her, it was just a complete mess in need of a deep clean. Where could he find anything to properly... experiment ? It sure was chaos. Proper. Simple. Chaos. "You mean 'organised chaos', right ?" she politely +

Are you scared ~ ?

Ooh, wanna have some ? There's still wine left !

And. . . She's drunk.

She's opening a bottle of red wine.

She followed him, went through the door and inside his lab. Her eyes wandered around but she didn't touch anything, following his advice and keeping her hands to herself. It looked... really messy. "Did you have issue with your last experimentation lately, doctor ?" she enquired, eyeing +

She was ready to take her leave but stopped on her track. Oh Hell, she sure was going to regret this, but... Morrigan turned and looked at Cortex, walking to the door. "Do you require any help ? I mean... if Timmy has done some damage in your lab, I should help clean that up."

Guess who's going to have to clean after THAT mess ? Yes. Exactly. Again.

Oh, get a room, you two.

She bit the inner part of her left cheek to suppress a laughter. Looking back at the golem, she slowly squeezed her hand, fingers tightly clenched together. The creature's shadow devoured it, leaving only dust and ash behind. Morrigan wiped her hands against one another then +

She remained calm, despite the reaction from the scientist. A thin eyebrow arched slightly, followed by an amused smile on her lips. "Of course, it is. Were you expecting... like, clay or +

"Something like that." The tall golem looked down at Cortex, bending to the point his massive form was casting a huge shadow upon the man. But it didn't do anything. Not without a direct - or silent - order from its master. "There were corpses outside the castle. I just cleaned the mess +

"Fair point," she nodded slightly then turned on her heels to look at the corridor. She waited a few second, fingers moving as if she was pulling an invisible thread from them... and finally, the golem appeared in front of her, making her look incredibly small. "Hello, big +

"Not enough coffee can help me deal with that amount of stupidity so early."

"Yes, sir. I'm right on my way." A few minutes passed. Then a little more. Then an hour. Until she finally appeared in the camera, looking up at it then at her creature standing about eight foot tall. "... Doctor Cortex, did you actually lock your door ?"

Fine, fine. She's coming down to his lab' to take back the golem.

Is she deadpan in a corner while they're getting at each other's throats ? Yes. Does she find Tropy diabolically hot when he's angry ? Also, yes.

If you fancy doing it, go ahead. She won't guarantee the fact it's going to kill it though.

Indeed, Doctor. It sounds like it's still in your area so she's going to come down to get it back.

There might be a loose undead golem somewhere. Proceed with caution.

She's going to make a none-exhaustive list of all the nicknames Tropy has been called by Brio and Cortex. Some of them are quite funny.

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She nodded. Politely. As rude and condescending Cortex was, she knew how to relatively brush it off. "I'll make sure to pass on the message." And something was telling her that knowing the meeting had been cancelled for someone to have a day off wouldn't go smoothly. Morrigan briefly +

She rolled her lips between her teeth, her mind racing with every pros and cons. After all, Cortex was - also - her superior. If he was ordering her to stay here, she would have no other choice but to obey. However, it wasn't an order. Morrigan sighed and adjusted +

"𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑢𝑟 Tropy," she politely corrected him, using his own mind game regarding names and titles as he did previously. "And yes. The meeting has been changed so abruptly without a proper reason, it came against 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑢𝑟 Tropy's own schedule." She paused. "I do not believe he would +

Morrigan watched him from beneath the parasol she held to shield herself from the intense sun. An eyebrow raised slightly at his comment. "So you 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 want to be reachable ? If so, why leaving a message saying '𝐼'𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩' in the meeting room where everyone could see it ?"