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@-_FaceLess_LabRat_- 
            
            ** / YES THATS ME, and yes I have been alright. That's good that you are doing well, I feel you on the muse and motivation. I hardly have that anymore but like you said I'm getting through it

** / uh I claimed you mb once and deleted the account and you were aw my neytiri deleted but I showed up in this account or another one 

((@the_hellbane 
            
            Awe ty so much ^-^ I appreciate it a lot! I hope you do too!!

/    Don’t rush yourself, take as much time as you need. We’ll always be here for you. :) Stay safe!

@itoozes 
            
            The male shorter than most women let alone other men, stared over at the question asked his head slowly tilting to the side, black hair lightly hung down over his forehead, lightly drifting in the wind, he stood in almost a feral manor, hunched over, he hands in front of him, which would appear from the holes in the torn black gloves that were on his hands. “I am nobody” he spoke slowly “why do you ask?” He questioned, his voice coming out a bit deep, gravely, dry. When he had spoke his teeth seemed to show, he had two sets of fangs on the front and bottom sides of his mouth, four fanged teeth in total, other than the many other normal looking ones, the fangs seemed to poke out slightly, fused with the jagged edges, he seemed to be assessing if the other was a threat. A shackle seemed to be attached to one of his ankles, a chain trailing some ways behind him, the end of it holding a broken link.

((@canniluvs 
            
            The male was crouched on the ground feet flat, as he heard the voice his head lightly raised from its ducked down position. the jagged edges of his mouth seemed a bit dirty, his hands were cupped in front of him, as if he had just been eating something from them, whatever it was he was chewing in his mouth didn’t seem edible, it sounded as if he were chewing on dirt.

[@-_FaceLess_LabRat_-]
            
                 Ivana paused as he asked the question, her expression softening just a little. “It wasn’t hard to tell,” she said quietly, keeping her tone calm and non-threatening. “The way you flinch when someone moves too fast, how you hunch over like you’re trying to disappear.. those aren’t things people just… do.” She watched him for a moment, noticing how his posture never fully relaxed.

((@the_hellbane 
            
            As she reached for her weapon he backed up a bit farther again simply due to instinct. His head tilted to the side listening to and processing her words, he took some more time to reply, though he seemed to straighten up very slightly as she backed away, though he was still very slightly hunched, as if that was just something he was use to doing. “I do not know how…” he had admitted, as he currently lived the only way he knew how, granted it wasn’t well, he didn’t have much of an education, nor many proper social skills. After all, he’d been sent away quite young, he barely had time to develop any. It took him only a moment for him to speak once more “how…  did you.. know I was…. in Cage?” He’d questioned, was it really that obvious

[@-_FaceLess_LabRat_-]
            
                 Ivana halted when she heard the growl, her hand instinctively twitching toward her weapon, but she didn’t draw it. Her stance remained firm, her posture shifted slightly, less aggressive, more observational. She had seen this before… creatures lashing out from fear, not malice. His whispered words cut through the tension like a blade. Her icy gaze narrowed behind the visor as she studied him carefully.
            
                 “… Then stop acting like you’re not,” she said, quieter this time but just as sharp. “You don’t have to prove it to me.” There was no pity in her voice, but something close to understanding flickered beneath the surface. Maybe she saw a bit of herself in him… something twisted by the world, yet still holding on. “I’m not here to hurt you. Not unless you give me a reason to. So stand up. Breathe. You’re not in a cage anymore.” She took one deliberate step back, offering space.

((@PCprime 
            
            Damn lmao you wouldn’t think we’d be able to rp there by chance? If not it’s completely okay oof. And yeah that’s so true lmao, especially since their notifications aren’t always the best, especially when you don’t have the app lol.

@-_FaceLess_LabRat_- 
            ((( Hey! Lol! (*Hugs*) Yes and no. I'm more active on a discord server than anything. But yeah, since they deleted the pm its just so hard to rp

((@PCprime 
            
            Oh my gods!!! Hi!!! I missed you!! Are you more active on discord?? I don’t know what happened but I don’t have your discord anymore lol I’m usually more active on there lmao idk why it’s a bit hard to come on here, maybe cause of the pm thing still

((@canniluvs 
            
            Ooh! Okay! That’s great ^_^
            
            His eyes seemed to squint a bit as she spoke, seeming to almost freeze, his fingers on both hands curled into his palms, though not held up, instead held down as if not threatening, more as protection or even a grounding measure. He was listening to her, but it seemed to be bringing up a few more than unpleasant thought, some keywords being recognizable in a bad setting, “Patch it up… how?” He questioned her,  as if there were some deeper meaning, something she weren’t telling him. Anytime he’d been ‘patched up’ before, It had been after another strange test that he wasn’t allowed to know the purpose of. Some of it simply used as a guise to what could only be described as torture, the only time he had truly ate properly, was if it was required a certain time period before one of these tests, all other times, he wasn’t fed as often as he should’ve been, which made him much skinnier and much shorter than most others. He didn’t know if he could trust her, anyone, how could he? His own mother would speak horribly about him all his life. When he was barely 3 quarters of the way through his single digit ages. She’d inform him that once she found somewhere he ‘deserved’ to go, then she’d be glad to never see his bad excuse for a face again. Sent to a place where his new normal was being cut into without pain meds or anesthesia, or being prodded with needles.

(  no worries!! I love literate roleplays teehee
            
            Her eyes wander to the wound,  superficial,  not deathly urgent.  It certainly won’t kill the guy but part of her expression softens;  as if she can read the discomfort,  like something had happened.  “I could patch it up for you.  Won’t take long.  It seems rather mild.”  It doesn’t come off as condescending,  a rather concerned tone hidden in between her words.  They were a stranger,  yet,  she couldn’t help the gravitational pull to help.  Perhaps it was the way they appeared,  ragged and bloody;  some of it was their blood,  she can tell,  majority of it was not his.   “That is if you want me to come near you and fix it;  otherwise,  I am more than alright in taking my leave.”
            
            The woman doesn’t want to back him into a corner,  judging by their reaction before she appeared,  it seemed like something had happened to put them in this state.  So,  she gives him an out,  an opportunity to refuse her offer and when she’s met with silence.  Her head tilts just slightly,  as if urging them to speak.  

((@canniluvs 
            
            Okay thank you, I can tend to get super lit sometimes (depending on muse of course) even getting up to like 3000-5000 words sometimes(though that can be rarer), so I just hope you don’t feel like you have to match my massive length lol 
            
            He watched her closely as she approached, he couldn’t read people normally, due to the way he’d grown up so disconnected from people, but if he could, he still for sure wouldn’t be able to read her. He seemed to instinctively flinch back a few times as she came closer, his jaw clenching a couple times as if fighting the instinct to bite at her. A light crackle sounding within his throat, which very soon subsided as she began to untangle the sticky substance, he had accidentally cut himself when he’d stumbled into the trap, having just walked away from a scientist left dead, and when he’d dropped his knife in the struggle it had managed to make a thin cut on his arm as gravity took it down to the gravel. As he was finally released he moved away from the recent trap both set, and accidentally triggered. As she spoke he slowly nodded, black hair shifting lightly, some of it was hanging down over his forehead.  He listened to her speak, and it took a few moments for him to reply, as if he was not as use to normal conversation and needed to think about his reply. “I am bleeding, but I will be fine” he finally answered, a bit of a strange smile etching the edges of his mouth, one that could be deemed unsettling by someone not attuned to it. It was  smaller cut though it was easier to feel when being so constricted, and that was what had really set him off in the first place.