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Larissa Wilkinson
FBI Detective|Private Investigator
#MVRP
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🔍 Literate writer
🔍 21+ MDNI
🔍 AU/OC/MV
🔍 Dark / Mature themes

🚧 NSFW in DMs only 🚧

a woman in a witch hat is sitting in front of a large moon ALT: a woman in a witch hat is sitting in front of a large moon

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⌘ Ranni the Witch
∯ #RPSKY | #MVRP | #ELDENRINGRP |
#SoulsborneRP
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⌘ Casual / Serious

“I’d rather you didn’t either.”

He got up and put his hands into his pockets on his suit, digging for where he had left the coins he’d picked up.

They were money, he knew, but he didn’t know how much they were worth. Handing them over, he glowered at the creature.

“Stop stealing.”

“Do you want it or not? I can’t give it to you if you’re on me. Or dead.”

“It isn’t pity.”

He decided to make that statement instead. It was a solid objective one and without any nuance in his mind.

“You need help. I don’t need the money. I’m giving it to you.”

He was also still half-pinned down in the recumbent posture of an alien about to be brained.

‘Then why didn’t you?’

It wasn’t something he said aloud but he did think it. It wasn’t even malicious—there were plenty of times he’d watched ‘villains’ let themselves be destroyed rather than accept help or rescue.

Thinking about it, he supposed fear of death trumped pride for the plurality.

But he’d also seen them do ‘little things’. Things like holding doors for others, buying drinks for one another. Giving money to the needy. For the individual, these acts made little sense.

So he went with the first thing that forced itself out of his mouth.

“It’s the right thing to do.”

He couldn’t answer that, if he was being upfront. The notion had never really made sense to him; he had been spared annihilation once but that had been by the will of an entity and their own agenda.

He’d seen many heroes actively give of themselves for the greater good, which made sense too.

“Be mindful. They’ve spread their influence. A large group of reptilian and amphibian soldiers looking to conquer.”

"It has been a trial. There is a new threat--this 'Dominion'."

"Do you need money."

Tragically, the need to strain against having his skull caved in made it sound less like a question and more like a statement.

"If you cease I will share what I have."

"I deserve that judgment, however untrue it may be."

He had to force himself to resist the urge to brood. Now wasn't the time. Instead, he thought back to someone else; or rather, someone else's voice interjected.

'Second chances don't come often but giving them costs you nothing.'

"Good to see you too."

It wasn’t much of a romantic gesture but as they locked hands, Tarogath locked eyes with his assailant as well. It WAS a pragmatic gesture, however.

“If you wanted money, you’d need only have /asked/.”

Red light spread between them, a pulsing throb that ran from one body to another.

The three-fingered hand snapped up to grab at the hand that held the bell. One ghastly-red eye opened, narrowing in annoyance.

"Unnatural creature. Explain in as few words as possible why I shouldn't un-make you."

He didn't like being hexed.

He didn't have much. There were some interesting-looking gadgets and his shoulder pads...a rather fetching scarf that was well-loved.

In the pockets of his tunic there were some things that might have been coins but definitely weren't gil.

All in all a wasted effort, maybe--but then--!

And then he saw nothing but dirt and grass and then darkness as he ungracefully planted his face into the earth.

The big moment ruined by the rather embarrassing tumble followed by (after a suitable period of seconds) soft snoring.

The Procitor looked at the mage in the hat with a confounded glance. Stupefied, even.
"I don't need to sleep..."
He grunted, raising his own hand, blinking hard. He pushed himself up to his full height again.
"Whatever you're doing will fail."

"I take no action lightly. All has a cost and I am glad to pay the price myself."

- Lifeline, Tome of the Bizarre #81

Introducing

"What? Have you never seen a cat burglar before?"

Freddy Smithersons

"Oh my gosh, is that catwoman! Oh, im such a big fan, crap and I did my makeup horrible today -"

Aka

"Ugh, this suit is so hard to clean, and you spilled wine on it! Asshole!"

The Kitty Cat.

His three-toed feet turned as his senses guided him along the course of the magic being used. All arcane breadcrumbs but enough to follow.

But he was getting sluggish.
So tired.
And the chime sounded so sweet.

"I--hear you..." slurred out.
"And I will--" he forgot his threat. He stumbled instead.

It was making the cause of finding the source of the magic difficult but not a lost one yet.

He wasn't human or even from this dimension--perhaps that is what helped him keep his footing. Enough to follow the trail of magic.

【Ｉ　𝐀𝐌　𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡．】

#LeylineLost

No stars he recognizes. No blood that responds.

The ley-lines here are severed—or worse, silent. His gear’s gone, scattered across a world that isn’t his, in a multiverse that doesn’t know him.

If you’re reading this, you’re near.
He can feel it.

The Procitor felt his lids twitch in time with the chime. Something was wrong and the sensation of sleep forced a yawn from him.

His own awareness of his energy made him aware enough to know that someone was doing something to him.