I’m really sorry about this. But replies I owe could take a little time. I am so sorry but I’m not really in the best mindset right now.

Our cat Betty, who has been in our family since I was five, passed away today at the age of seventeen.

She was old, and wasn’t in the best of health anymore. But it still is a horrible thing for us. She was here for so long, and now she’s gone. It just feels so awful right now. I’m already tearing up again typing this. I just can’t believe she’s gone.

As I said, I am so sorry to do this, but I just can’t really do much else.

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

deaths-guardian:

politescoutrussell:

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

The beast nodded softly. “I see.” It mutered as it took a moment to think. “Usually the living can not see me. Only lately that has changed. I’m trying to find out why.” It told the Scout.

"Anyway." It smiled. "If you can see me I should probably introduce myself. You can call me Froststag if you wish and I am a servant of Death here to guard you while my master’s gaze is upon you." It said with a bow of it’s head.

Russell only stood there, still an awkward aura in his stance. He still couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of dream or hallucination brought on by a lack of sleep.

It was something he often wondered.

"Well, uh, ehehe…" he rubbed the back the back of his neck, "I wouldn’t know either… sorry about that… ehe…"

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to bring up that he died almost every day, just like everyone else in the industries.

"Um, ehe, nice to meetcha, Froststag…" well, it fit the animal’s appearance, as difficult as it was to say at first, "Um… I see… that’s quite nice of you then, ehe, thanks…"

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

deaths-guardian:

politescoutrussell:

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

Behind the scout was not the expected Spy though. Instead the beast looked at the young man with a little confusion on it’s face. “I’m visible again, aren’t I?” It asked.

A look of confusion crossed his face, and his eyes only widened as they sent what he was seeing to his brain.

"Holy shit…ehehe…" he could only say, quickly putting the gun back by his side so it was pointing at the ground instead. That animal, was it some kind of deer was huge. He could only wonder if he had accidentally invaded its territory and was about to get gored by those horns.

Even so, he wasn’t about to shoot it.

It took him a moment to realise it actually spoke.

"Um…ehe… I can…ehehe… see you…" he said awkwardly, and only wondering if he was having another strange hallucination from lack of sleep. Perhaps he was just dreaming anyway. Who knew?

"Am I not meant to… ehehe…" he added then, "Ehe…Sorry…"

Out of nowhere the air grew chilly behind Russell and he could hear someone or something hum a tune.

Usually, in a snowy place like Coldfront, a chill in the air is nothing unusual to him.

But this felt different…

He can’t place his finger on why. Was it the sudden arrival of it? Was it the fact it seemed colder than the rest of the air around him? Was it that humming?! Why hadn’t he noticed that before?

"Who’s there?!" his first instincts tell him that a spy is on his back, trying to get the drop on him, and he pulls his Winger out as he turns around, stepping back so he could clearly see whoever this was.

reinerreininger said: 

-all the hugs- Hope you’re doing alright dear.

((I’m doing all right. Thank you so much for your kindness. It’s just my computer being a massive pile of butts and I use my mum’s laptop (which is old and falling apart (and she usually needs it as well) but works enough for the most part) to check tumblr, hence my lack of checking. Also, I’ve just been a bit busy lately, that’s all.

But maybe soon enough, I’ll get my computer fixed. I have no clue. Again, thank you, I’ll be trying to get on top it soon.))

egon-entlufter started following you

reiner-reininger:

He had stopped over-analyzing Russell’s actions. This new place was new, and he tried for it to not be all together too much of a culture shock. So he told him what he used to tell his friends in smoke lounges, “Education’s a bit overrated anyhow. The world wouldn’t be functioning if the people didn’t play the roles that everybody likes to neglect. It’s a pretty poor deal, if you ask me. It’s like carrying the world on your back and not being recognized for it.”

It was all well and good idle chatter that was to show that he was friendly. There was something warm about it too, the way he talked once he had stopped staring, like the way he barked out a distracted laugh as he kept his eyes on the gun, the cans, and Russell’s hands. “Well, only if you say so.” The hold on the barrel was smiled at slightly in return.

His own hands flexed around his gun and shifted the weight, trying to access some long distant muscle memory in the back of his thoughts. Somewhere.

Russell had to admit that he felt a little better that it didn’t feel like his every action was being watched, such as a twitch of a hand here, or a sleeve tug there. He would be able to relax, just little, at this new turn.

"That’s…" he trailed off, not entirely understanding what the medic meant by that.

He tried to think of the right kind of response, one that wouldn’t sound like he was complete ignorant, or worse, hadn’t been listening to him.

He turned his head back for a moment so he could reply.

"That’s real insightful," he said then, with a small nod, before turning back to the crates.

Oh yeah, he was meant to be showing this guy how to fire a gun.

"Okay… first thing is, I highly recommend, if you’re starting out or coming back to it after a time, to hold it in both hands, and holding it out in front of your chest. Makes it easy to aim."

"Also be prepared for knockback. Even pistols can do that if you’re not ready."

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egon-entlufter started following you

reiner-reininger:

The Medic had only given a slight nod as slight as his smile. But to the noted awkwardness and uncomfortability he sensed from the young man, he set it aside.

"I think you’re just saying that," Reiner said easily. Reiner, Egon - who was to say. Certainly the Scout couldn’t. He had never said to him. “I think I startled you by stopping you short,” he said with a sudden laugh that melded into his words, like a sigh did into air. “So I’m sorry, but you have to meet me half way, you know,” he said conversationally, “Loosen up. We’re still just a couple of guys talking and getting shooting practice in. Eloquency comes in time.”

He gestured for him to go on ahead. 

He just looked back for the time being, as he waited for the guy to give him a response, whether in agreement or disagreement of his current plan, which was to demonstrate his shooting.

"No, ehe, it’s true," he said then, "I mean, I’m a scout, I wasn’t hired my brain. Just my legs. Ehehe…" he just had to hope that that had sounded light-hearted, even if it was true. 

"Well, ehehe, nah, not really. As I said, I’m just crap when it comes to talking," he admitted, looking curious again, "There’s no need to apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong."

"Thanks…" he said then, with  small smile of his own, before he walked over to retrieve the cans that he had shot off the crates he had perched them on, replacing them.

He then walked back and stood where he had been previously, holding the gun out in front of him, both his hands gripping it firmly.

Mark is the sweetest man in the world and nothing will ever convince me other wise

I’m sorry if you’ve replied to me in a roleplay and I haven’t responded for a while. I try to keep on top of who I owe, but a mix of the activity page not being the most reliable, being busy in person, and not being able to check tumblr too often lately, I might have fallen behind.

If I do owe you, just shoot me an ask or somthing like that and I’ll get to it as soon as possible.

I am really sorry about this. I’m usually better when it comes to things like that.