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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on May 20, 2019 20:47:43 GMT 1
Rob really didn't know what he was meant to be doing right now, he just knew he was meant to be where he was. It said so on his schedule. Didn't mean that he knew who he was meant to bring somewhere else, so he figured it was more a case of just being there in case anyone cause trouble in classes or on their way to therapy. It seemed like those might be the instances where people might get a little restless and stir up trouble or just not want to behave because they didn't want to do as they were told. He was on a bit of a downer of late though. Sure, he knew nothing had changed and Ez was still one of his best friends here, so losing the ability to summon or command the jinn wasn't what had brought him down. No, it was more that he had started getting bored at how orderly things had been of late. Things just seemed to be going according to plan these days without much chaos at all. Maybe he needed to track down Killian again, or maybe he just needed to take another mini-vacation next time he got a weekend off entirely. All he knew was that being bored was really bumming him out. Hopefully, being posted outside a classroom would provide some entertainment at least as the day progressed. He'd made sure to keep bringing Kole proper food once a day at least, so he felt like he'd been doing fairly well of late.
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on May 22, 2019 20:19:33 GMT 1
I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU
'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU
DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW
TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT There was no consoling June. The white haired homunculus had been in a foul mood for days. It had only gotten worse when someone decided to consult the bright idea fairy and suggest she go to a therapy session in order to find some relief in her anger. June had promptly told them she'd find relief once she'd finished wringing that fox boy's neck. This was all due to her having to cut all of her hair during a fight. It had been a last resort to protect herself, and although she'd come out alive, she was not happy. June had never had short hair, and she thought it was hideous. She'd demanded over and over again that someone fix it or that they release her from her room so she could obliterate the trickster that had done this to her. So here she was, in some counselors office to 'express her feelings'. June was expressing herself alright as she stormed around the room, pacing and screaming with disgust. "How dare you tell me that it'll grow back. As if I don't know that you spineless jellyfish." June slapped a stack of tables off the desk. Her guard went to restrain her but the counselor held up her hand. "She needs to be able to get this all off her chest." That only helped to infuriate June more. She didn't want any sympathy from this woman! She wanted revenge. She was more upset about this than she had been about losing the fight to Lottie. Now June wasn't stupid, she was aware that she couldn't win every fight, but damn it she didn't like the consequences. "Don't talk about me as if I'm not here. I'm not some child," she snapped. She was probably acting like one, seeing as how she was throwing a temper tantrum. At least she hadn't started slicing people up yet. June slammed her fist into the nearest wall, adding another hole to the one she'd created earlier. "Stop looking at me as if you pity my existence. You're nothing more than a sheep waiting for the slaughter. What right do you have to look upon me like that? As if you were above me. You are not!" She shot a glare at her guard. "And I swear on Ash's soul that if you touch me with those filthy hands of yours, I will personally break your arm." Her blue eyes were steely as she headed for the door. "I will not be subject to this bullshit. I don't need a counselor. I need some air." She grabbed onto the handle of the door and flung it open. She started out into the hall, only to have her guard grab her wrist. June turned on the woman, reversing the grip and shoving the woman into the wall with enough force that her shoulder gave an audible snap. June was sick of people underestimating her because of her size. Leaving the woman crumpled on the ground. She turned her gaze to the therapist. "Go ahead, call your dogs. It'll be excellent therapy as I cut them all down." With that she took her leave. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on May 25, 2019 20:16:17 GMT 1
Rob was leaning against the wall, just waiting for something to do when things finally seemed to change. He watched what appeared to be a little girl assault her guard and leaving her crumpled on the ground. "Don't need to call the dogs," he informed the therapist. He'd literally just been waiting for something to happen after all, seemed wasteful to call more guards just yet and deprive him of a little bit of amusement. Walking so he was a safe distance behind June, Rob smiled slightly to himself. "The way I see it, we've got two options here," he started. "You can either throw a fit and end up right back in solitary, or we can make our way to the gym and find a useful outlet for you." He should probably try to bring her straight to solitary anyway for assaulting another guard like that, but the fact was she might just be better off blowing off some steam first. Everyone might just be a little better off blowing off a little steam first.
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on May 26, 2019 4:20:42 GMT 1
I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU
'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU
DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW
TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT June's blue eyes shifted towards the sound of a man's voice. "Hello Robert," she greeted with a none too friendly tone. The homunculus didn't know the man personally, but she'd seen his face enough times around the secure ward. Not to mention he seemed to be rather fond of Vaith's pet. "Have you been standing there the whole time? Tell me Nephilim, did it excite you to bear witness to this poor guard's suffering? Does your world explode with joy to see how terrified this poor therapist is?" June gave a harsh laugh. "You prevent her from calling the dogs as if you plan on taking me on single handedly. You're either really stupid or delusional." June smiled. She had been so well behaved up until her meeting with Kaiden. She probably would have remained decent for everyone, had her hair not suffered the consequences. That had been the kicker. It irked her to see him continuously smiling. Then he started to speak and she came to her conclusion. "You really are stupid." She ran her hand through her shortened hair. She actually had to pull a decent amount in order to form a sword. She raised the blade to the man. "I don't like either of your options. You mistake me for a child, offering me to go play in a gym as if that will solve the problem of my fucking hair!" Her tone had been relatively calm right up until the last three words in her sentence. June moved into an offensive position. "Come dog, take me to solitary, but do not think for a second that I shall go quietly." MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Jun 4, 2019 12:18:22 GMT 1
Rob smiled slightly at her less than friendly greeting. He was aching for a little excitement and the homunculus was never boring from what he understood. "Or extremely bored," he corrected her. He wouldn't say he was stupid or delusional, just that she had offered him an opportunity not to be bored anymore and that was most welcome at this point. "I've literally just been waiting for something to happen, so you can say I've been standing here for a while." Clearly, she didn't appreciate his options for her. When she raised the blade to him like that, Rob smirked slightly and opened his hand, trying to get it to get it to move from her hand to his. Didn't matter if she'd made it from her hair, most blades had some form of metal in them when they were formed after all. Might just take a while if she held on. "It might solve your frustration," he corrected. Her hair would grow out again, but he figured that it was best not to tell her that. She had probably heard it a million times already. And he wasn't a therapist so talking wasn't his strong suit anyway. "Oh, I don't know, might end up throwing Wolfgang in with you if you come quietly," he said, unable to help but tease her slightly at least. He didn't know if there was any truth to those rumors of course, but someone had said something about the undying man and this feisty little lady and he was hoping to push her buttons just a little right now. Now that Ez wouldn't feel it if he got hurt anymore, he didn't have to be quiet so careful about things.
ooc: I dunno whether it'd actually work or not to get the blade away from her with his telekinesis, but I figured he should at the very least try. Up to you whether it works or not, idm either way (:
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on Jun 14, 2019 1:48:30 GMT 1
I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU
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TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT "Spare me your jokes," the white haired woman spoke with disgust. She was in no mood for anyone else's sense of humor, least of all some guard. She didn't want anyone standing in her way. June was ready to pay back the fox for the injustice she'd been dealt. To her, it felt like no one was willing to do anything about the fox that had done this to her, which meant she'd have to take matters into her own hands. June hated how Manson felt the need to lock up people like her because of their violent behavior, but everyone else got away with crimes as if they were the perfect angels because they weren't nearly as much a risk. This place was a joke and she longed for the day when it burned to the ground. "Go find someone else to pester. I'm not in the mood." She hadn't exactly been expecting to walk out and meet a guard before she could make it to the opposite side of the hall. The only thing that could solve her frustration was having Kaiden Moon's head on a platter. Why wasn't anyone doing anything about that little punk? "Bring me the fox and then we'll see how quickly my frustration disappears." It'd be replaced with unmatched rage. ....Then again, maybe beating this man within an inch of his life would do. She'd felt the tug on her blade, but had dismissed it as a lax grip, but then it was flying across the room and June stood in the hall looking a bit surprised. She hadn't known he could do such a thing. Admittedly, she was reluctant to pull more strands of hair. Maybe deep down she was worried that it wouldn't grow back. She'd been made with long hair. What if cutting it had somehow damaged it? Yes, she pulled strands for alchemy, but there had always been so much to use. Now she barely had any. It was probably in Rob's favor that he'd mention Wolf after taking her blade, else June would never have let the thing go. Or maybe she'd have run it straight into his chest and through the other side. The homunculus' brief astonishment vanished into an unspoken rage. All bets were off. Any chance of negotiations went out the door. June was moving down the hall to close the distance between the two of them. She moved like the assassin she was raised to be. She slid across the floor when she was only a few steps away, the hidden blade she kept was now in her hand and aimed to slice across the man's calf muscle. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Jun 27, 2019 18:27:21 GMT 1
Rob wasn’t actually trying to be funny, he was trying to be honest for a change. Clearly, she thought he was trying to be funny though and maybe it was best not to argue too much with the angry little girl today. He’d heard she’d been testier than usual lately. “Mood or not, clearly you’re not meant to walk about on your own.” It didn’t matter that she wasn’t in the mood to be tested, he could lose his job if he let her walk around on her own when he was already there. Especially after she’d already injured staff. “As much as I’d like nothing more than to set you loose, I like my job,” he said, even though he hated himself for saying it. It wasn’t the job itself that kept him here, it was some of the people. He was a little surprised when the blade actually was firmly in his grasp, he’d halfway expected her to hold onto it too tightly for it to work, but if she was intent on fighting it should at least be a somewhat fair fight. He was watching her as she moved towards him, admiring her for a moment before she cut him and he tried to ram the handle of his blade into her. He didn’t actually want to hurt her after all, just let her vent a little and stop being so bored. Thankfully he healed fast and wouldn’t be laid out for long if she did get more cuts into him. In fact, he was buzzing right now from all this and ready to dance. “Bring it on, assassin,” he said, grinning at her as his calf was already closing up.
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on Aug 1, 2019 15:39:09 GMT 1
I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU
'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU
DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW
TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT It wasn't in her nature to be kind. June was manufactured to be a weapon. A tool of service to her creator. It had turned out that he'd been unwilling to put her through such hardship, and had instead raised her as his daughter. After his passing, she'd been molded into the woman she was today. Violent, cold, calculating, and unpredictable. Every step she'd taken after Ash's dead had been to please her new guardians up until she'd had an epiphany and slain them. Humans were weak. Scum of the earth. A species that demanded obedience when it was they who were at the bottom of the food chain. This mindset was why she hated Manson. They wanted those who lacked a desire to be human like herself to blend in, to conform instead of stepping up and crushing their oppressors. It was a ridiculous notion. They could be so much more, and yet Manson wished them to be less. "Is that your expert opinion," she sneered. "That I am unfit to walk the grounds as I please. As if I were some dog needing to be leashed." There was no consoling June when she was like this. The more she thought about, the more agitated she became. "I have walked this earth with my head bowed for far too long. I refuse to continue to play your games. Wake up and open your eyes! You fall under the leadership of someone that wishes for you to hide your entire life. What kind of life is that!? You talk about your job, but what does it really matter? We're all trapped here like caged birds, mindlessly obeying and for what!? To stay hidden because they fear exposure? Retaliation? This is nothing more than a prison!" The impact of the blade was to be expected. She'd mentally prepared for the sharp piercing of the blade. One does not bleed another without the expectation of bleeding another. However, the blunt force of the handle caught her off guard. June was shocked and irritated all over again. "Pathetic," she hissed. "If you're going to fight me, then fight me! I don't need your sympathy!" She got to her feet, lashing out with the same dagger before throwing a kick at his midsection. June's strength was above that of a normal person, but she was fully aware that she could not outmuscle certain individuals, Rob was one of them. It was why she'd been taught the use of a blade and the art of alchemy, to compensate for what she lacked in strength. A normal human was easy prey, but not supernaturals. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 13, 2019 12:08:22 GMT 1
Kindness was a learned skill as far as Rob was concerned. He’d had any lingering kindness beaten out of him as a child, but meeting certain people after gaining his freedom had taught him the merits of being kind to the right people. It also happened to make him feel better about himself at times to know he could do something good. “My expert opinion is that you shouldn’t be here at all,” he corrected her. “But in order to get out, you have to keep your head down and play nice long enough for someone to sign your release.” He genuinely didn’t care if she was out there causing havoc, it was better than keeping her locked up. But since she was locked up, she had to play a role to get herself out of here so she could be herself again. “Prisons can only hold our bodies, never our minds,” he said, shrugging slightly. Just because June seemed set on causing him harm, didn’t mean he could get away with using the blade against her properly. “I wasn’t aware we were fighting,” he said, letting the dagger slash him as he reached for her leg instead, aiming to grab it, swing her around and throw her down the hall.
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on Aug 23, 2019 14:50:19 GMT 1
I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU
'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU
DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW
TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT That was not what June wanted to hear. Everyone and their therapeutic ideas were driving her up the wall and back. The white haired woman shook her head. "You just don't get it," she said with quiet resolve. It was wasteful to try and explain to someone who was employed here. Why should she be forced to walk with her head down and be polite to exit these walls when she was not that type of person? June couldn't be bothered with pretending. It was a bit ironic, considering she'd pretended to be a quiet little girl for her reconnaissance missions. To her that was different. No one had been able to convince her otherwise. All June craved in life was to escape this place and regain her freedom and of course watch Manson burn to the ground with all the humans. June gave a wicked grin. "So you agree that it is a prison?" So why was he here, participating in these foul acts? "I suppose it's easier for you to say such things when you get to go home every night." June didn't have a home anymore. She'd burned Ash's mansion to the ground and then she'd burned Hans home down partly out of spite, partly to protect the secrets of his alchemy. The world didn't need a million homunculi running around. She briefly entertained the thought of an army homunculus. Wouldn't that be a site? Humanoid beings walking the streets, ready to cut down anything in their path. "Don't patronize me," June responded. Each attack was meant to be precise and effective, but it was becoming very clear to June that Rob was healing quicker than she could deal prominent damage. She tried her best to catch onto Rob's clothing before he could toss her, but she didn't have enough reach. The white haired woman went flying down the hall, landing hard and rolling to a stop. June pushed herself up onto her knees, shooting a deadly glare at the Nephilim. She needed a new gameplan. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Aug 23, 2019 18:09:50 GMT 1
Clearly, he didn’t get it at all. He didn’t see why it would be so difficult to pretend just long enough to get out of here and make sure never to get caught again. If he could get her out of here without getting tossed in a cell himself, he probably would’ve helped her escape simply because she amused him. As it was, he was happy to help people bend the rules, but he wasn’t about to break them and get himself fired. He rather liked this place if he was being honest. He’d found a family here and that was the last thing he’d expected to find when he’d come here. “Well, finally get to play the warden rather than the tortured inmate, who wouldn’t jump at that opportunity?” he asked, smirking slightly at her. “Home is what you make it. Even the smallest cell can be home.” Sure, Rob had a place off the grounds he could sleep and chill, but the people who made him feel at home were mostly here. Kaia, Cally, Ezra… just to mention a few, they all lived here. Why would he spend too much time home alone when all his friends lived here? Rob hadn’t meant to patronize her, he’d meant to tease her. Honestly, he was enjoy this little spat, but he wouldn’t actually call it a fight. Not yet anyway. Besides, succeeding in throwing the woman down the hall satisfied him. “How about we take this away from the hallway,” he suggested. Part of it was because he didn’t want someone else to show up and just shock June, but also because he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt trying to walk by them.
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on Sept 25, 2019 1:20:10 GMT 1
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TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT June had no doubts that she would be getting out. It just wouldn't be the way Manson demanded. She didn't negotiate with terrorists. She would much rather do things her way, no matter how difficult it may seem. Sitting around idly doing nothing would drive her insane. She had no desire to interact with others, putting on fake smiles and laughing with them when in all reality she'd just as quickly draw a blade across their necks. Knowing June, she probably wouldn't be able to fake it long enough. If the woman had been assigned to Manson for recon then she could have done it no problem, but this wasn't an assignment, this was real. The white haired woman's face read disgust. "You know the roll of the prisoner, yet you continue to mock me?" She stood up fully. "Home burned when my creator died." It was undecided if she'd meant that Ash had been the person that made home a home, or if her burning the mansion after his death had been the reason. Whatever the case, June had no place to call home. She'd be damned if she ever called a cell home. June had no intentions of ever settling down in one spot. She went where she pleased. It killed her to be stuck in Manson. The highlight of her life while trapped here had been the time she, Vaith, and Ezra had gone out shopping for Vaith's birthday. How she'd ever managed to get permission to do that was beyond the white haired assassin, but she wished that events like that could occur more often. Maybe not too often, else the excitement of it would fade and she'd be back to square one. Sometimes she felt as though she were permanently stuck at square one with no means of progression. "I'll take my chances right where I'm at," she told him, unwilling to go anywhere that was not of her own suggestion. June had briefly considered the offer if only to buy herself some time to come up with a plan. Calculating as always. She took a step back and then another, putting more distance between the two of them. She could run. She was fast enough, but she didn't know much about the man. There'd been a bit of information going around that he could teleport, but no details on how far, fast, or many times he could do so in x amount of time. June clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She didn't like being unprepared. The homunculus pulled a string of hair from her head. If she couldn't get close, she'd make her weapons longer. She decided upon a Ji. A spear-like weapon with a blade meant for slicing and stabbing and addition blade on the back. June rested the larger end of the blade on the ground. She was ready now, her plan set in her mind. Notes: Her weapon (Ji)MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Oct 11, 2019 18:47:01 GMT 1
Rob wasn’t purposefully trying to mock June, it was just his charming personality shining through. “Home can always be rebuilt somewhere else with someone else,” he countered. Rob hadn’t had a place that was home in a really long time either. His home had been a person until they had gone their separate ways. Hit flat here didn’t really feel like home when he was all alone, but since he more often than not seemed to have people over to just hang out, he liked it well enough. “I’m not saying home always has to be a place or a person, sometimes home is just somewhere you feel safe for as long as you’re staying there.” Home didn’t have to be a cell, but the cell could be a safe place where people couldn’t hurt her unless she let them.
Well, ok then. They were doing this right here. He knew he should probably try to restrain her, but right now he figured as long as nobody else got hurt and he was keeping her busy, he was still doing his job. Besides, the guard she had already hurt should’ve called in reinforcements by now so it was only a matter of time until their fun was interrupted. He just didn’t want to be the one to end it.
“As you wish,” he told her, readying the blade he’d already captured from her. He could’ve probably pulled out his taser too, but that seemed like cheating when she was clearly aiming to run at him with that Ji of hers. “Impressive,” was all he said when she’d created it.
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Post by JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY on Oct 27, 2019 3:08:25 GMT 1
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DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW
TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT "Aren't you just sentimental," she drawled. If she had given people the time of day, perhaps she could have found a home with people like Wolf and Addie and Vaith. They were probably the closest thing to family if one were looking from the outside in. The problem was, June didn't have the desire to make that connection. Manson was far from home, it was prison and the people who were locked in here with her were just prisoners, voluntary or not. "I'm always safe," she pointed out. June didn't find anyone or anything to be a threat to her safety, and if they were, she'd happily cut them down. The homunculus had dealt with far more complex predicaments than the one she was currently in. She was disgusted with herself for not being able to properly handle Robert. She would have to train harder and longer to make up for the rustiness that had become her skills. There was no doubt in her mind that she could win. June just had to take every little upset into consideration. She'd analyzed his movements, taken note of the small things, and now she was formulating a plan. She started towards the guard at a walk, the blade still gripped firmly in her hand. The white haired woman didn't believe in the saying 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'. No, June didn't see the logic in making an opponent fall to their knees when she could crush them as if they were nothing. That's how she'd been raised and that was how she would continue to be. She kept in mind that there would be guards coming to the rescue soon. Then she'd be outnumbered. One thing was for sure, June wasn't going down without a fight. Someone was going to pay in blood. There was no halfway with June, it was always all or nothing. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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