Kei Black
@bad-black-kitty.bsky.social
This cat may look cute, but she's got claws and isn't afraid to use them
//someone remind me to draw Kei in this outfit someday.
She was in just underwear and a tank top. "Fuck this heat."
She was in just underwear and a tank top. "Fuck this heat."
She was lost in thought, trying to figure out now that worked and how to prove her theory. "Son of a [censored]." Her mouth moved as if saying 'firetruck' while she was bleeped. "It's intent?" "Caine can [censored]." The words she mouthed wasnt an insult out of context. "Yep, it's intent."
Ragatha realized something weird she could do. She squeezed her hand into a fist. She pointed up in the air. She squeezed her hand into a fist again. Her hand became censored despite having no middle finger up.
No, not really. She believes in spirits, but not an afterlife.
Does your muse believe in the concept of an afterlife?
She got herself a copy of the full works of Sherlock Holms and was smoking a her third joint as she read, the cannabis more slowly burning than getting smoked as she was lost in the pages of mystery.
She looked concerned at the her first sentence, not phased at all by her in a swimsuit. "What you do?"
She scratched the back of her own neck, standing in the middle of her room. “I’ll be fine. I’m not-… I’m just kinda regretting an action I took today. Let me get dressed and I’ll explain later.” The doll ran to her closet as she felt embarrassed in her swimsuit.
Her demeanor shifted completely. "You okay?" She stayed by Ragathas side, making sure she'll make it alright.
The doll might’ve just stayed up over night, having committed to the fact she just did something she thought she’d never do. “Kei… Thank you…” she whispered, dragging her feet as she forced a thankful smile.
She gave a groan and flopped in the mattress that laid in the groud of the shabby apartment she's calling home for a while. "So - hot." Even though a box fan was trying its best to circulate the air and cool her off, she still was sweating a miserable amout today. "Fuck summer.
She's been staring shifting between patterns on her phone and the card weaving she's working in, confused as hell. She's back peddled so many times and has pulled her ribbon apart once already. //girl, I'm with you in this
The first band of the three didn't take long: many a couple of hours to do a yard of it. She began to prepare the second band, which was much harder and unforgiving on mistakes.
She got back into tablet weaving as a thing to do to beat the heat. Her eyes saw a set of three ribbons originally found in a cave (the hallstatt ribbons). Her mind slowly taking in what it takes to do each. "That doesn't actually seem all that different. Seems twist neutral to me." She began -
She standing some distance away, quietly judging the other's technique, having seen the process professional done herself; she saw the mistakes, but kept her mouth shut.
Reika is polishing her blade. Though not her only weapon, no warrior leaves their gear in a state of disrepair. Due to her being the only one left in her home, the task falls to her. To her, it is no labor. It is taking care of a loved one; the blade has lived as long as she has. #openrp #mvrp
She gave a long laugh. "Worth a shot."
[ @bad-black-kitty.bsky.social ] 1. No 2. Only a little 3. If he's paid enough 4. Yes 5. Probably not 6. Yeah 7. No 8. Depends 9. Probably would 10. Depends on the circumstances 11. Cat... 12. He has to pick just one?
"There's always a bigger fish. Sometimes it's looking in the eyes."
“Hmpf.” He smiled, looking amused at the idea. “Then I’ve been lucky enough to be the stronger one.”
"The cards still fall regardless. You kill one man, their gang comes after you regardless."
“Does it matter, though? I got what I wanted.”
"I've dealt with all three. You're still a bag of blood, even with magic." She put the blade back with such grace one would think it disappeared out of her hand.
“Swords and magic.” He doesn’t seem very pleased with this change of events. “Besides, I 𝙖𝙢 the authorities. I am the Hierophant of Etiamsi.”
She pulled a dagger no bigger than her hand from a thin sheath strapped to her thigh, and held it by the blade. "Is this your weapon of choice, or is iy a sword, or you rat to the authorities?"
“I do not use guns, so I regret to say that you definitely have the wrong impression of me.” He’s acting dense on purpose. He won’t admit to the murders he’s committed.
She sniffed the air. "I smell blood on your hands. You pulled that trigger yourself or you a rat?"
Judas is definitely a killer… Everything else is a no. “Is that so? Hm. You must think very negatively of me, then.”
She raised an eyebrow. "I've met some pretty bad people; killers, cannibals, rapists, child fuckers; you're near the top of the list, next with a guy who has my entire home town in his back pocket. He goes by the Devil. Nice guy, but he'll make you disappear if you don't comply."
“Nonsense. You are making me out to be a bad guy.” Probably because he 𝙞𝙨 a bad guy…
She looked back at the card. "Looks like you just want a slave with some of these. Someone without individual thought and will bend to your every need. That's fucked up."
“How so?” She’s absolutely correct.
"Half your shit sounds... a bit fucked. No offense."
At least there was an attempt!
"𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 ████ 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" [ ❤️ + 🔄 ]
She chuckled, pulled a lighter and a joint for herself from the pocket of her baggy jeans. After lighting hers, she offer the other fire. "You're name first. Then the lighter."
“Eh, fuck it. Not really my thing, but- I got nothin’ else better goin’ on.”
She handed her a bag of full of weed. "Wanna lose a couple days?"
Shrimp Keep it more sfw pls