parents figured it out and put them into those private schools. Half of them looked like maximum-security prisons.
"Spill the beans, kid. What's on your mind?"
Posts by Roy.
He looked at her and her coppery hair. She was young. It was always a little weird to see youngsters around and not in some private school, where they were safe. Gateway City wasn't the same as Night City, or Orion, but it was close enough. Crime was rampant. Kids got hurt - or they did, til all the
Art by _Z eD_ A woman with dark hair and orange eyes wearing a set of futuristic armor stares at the pov
"Night City isn't the only city around..."
- ART CREDIT
Art by Hannah Rivera depicting a man wearing a heavy coat. He has dark hair with a gray patch, as well as a mustache and beard.
"...and in this city, there's never a place for people with a soft heart."
Sila just shoved the small creature into his arms. "There you go! Good luck! Don't feed it after midnight!"
Are you sure? ;]
[checking her notes] oh, you!
YOU!
I remember what you did last summer!
Hi Maggie.
What the heck is Spam?
"You got yourself a deal, stranger. You got a way to carry it? A holding box? Kennel." She snapped her fingers. "That's the word I was thinking of."
"You want the cat? Found her on the deck. No name, no collar."
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|| I had her as a dmnpc/party helper in a campaign I did ages ago and I was like. I found this incredibly niche art of exactly this character. I need to roleplay her immediately
"Still think I can blow- THERE'S A CAT CLIMBING MY LEG!"
Can't believe I've been sittin' here, wastin' away this whole time...
"I reckon I can blow up that mountain range with a few explosives..."
I'm just a helldiver with a commando.
I don't even know you, fucker.
|| I didn't think it had been TWO MONTHS
#ooc
- Bel 31/ me 30+/ minors dni
- she/her
- mv/ms
- semi-serious and fun
- flirting yes
- nsfw? idk
- demi/pan
- slow on replies, sorry
- feel free to @ or DM me
- tell me if i annoying!
“I mean, I exploded it.”
😴
“A mimic nearly ate me today. We got rocket boots but mimics are still a problem? Someone knock me out.
Or knock some sense into me.”
then she hauled herself around the edge of the skiff, where she grabbed the strap and yanked it toward her, diving back into cover with another thud in the nick of time.