Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray?

Whatever you say, say nothing.


Not enough people are angry over the injustices in the world... so I will be angry for them.


Tiocfaidh ar la.


(( A TF2 RP blog for a retired demowoman, Mona Dempsey-Féin. ))

caosmosi:

this is so amazing

pulledteethandspilledink:

*Perhaps among the least likely of voices Isaak might expect to hear in this city speaks up behind him.* Of all tha places in tha business, what’re tha odds we’d both end up here?

-Indeed, Isaak didn’t come to the city expecting to find any semblance of familiarity. But he recognizes that voice to think it’s anyone but Mona when he hears it, thus prompting him to turn around quickly- 

Oh, my.

-Look at that idiotic grin—actually forget the grin, because now he’s hugging you- 

You’ve been transferred—vhy haven’t I seen you on base?! Or have you become so much a hermit you’re going to board in zhe city now?

*She probably should have anticipated that hug, but she didn’t, so here she is, embraced by huge arms from a tickled man, and eventually she softens enough to return the hug.*

Nat totally transferred yet; ‘m jus’ stayin’ off-base until the paperwork finalises. 

*She wiggles out of the hug, but grins.*

So why’d I never hear about any admin overthrowin’ after I left, huh?

posted: 10 months ago

blutundgerechtigkeit:

ooc; so uh…should I keep following people who are leaving or…?

Honestly, unless you’re like super attached to the ocs or whatnot, there’s not much reason to? It’s not exactly… fun, I guess, to see other bases, you know? Or at least it seems less productive, since it’s hard to do anything with someone at a different station.

posted: 11 months ago

pulledteethandspilledink:

madame-gelignite:

*She finally raises her head to look at him, keep herself occupied by scratching the dog behind her ears and shakes her head.*

There’s a time for fightin’ that kind a thing… I jus’ don’t think it’s now. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been moved around, at least. Jus’ the first time I’ve felt a little less outta place. 

*She stands, crossing the room to sit on the couch beside him, and places a hand over his.*

I’m glad I met you. You understand.

-She’s absolutely right. It’s not time to fight. Not now. And it would be incredibly selfish of him to anticipate that from her. There are far worse things than separation. And he is hardly a figure of significance in her life. 

Logically, Isaak understands this. He does. But that doesn’t stop the tears from building up in his eyes when she takes his hand. He responds instantly, turning his palm over and grasping hers- 

Do I…? -His voice is shakier than he’d like- Nobody else does…. Nobody understands like you. I vill miss you so much. 

Let me do your tattoos before you go. Please? I vant to do it for free. 

*A little spark of contact, a warm hand around hers, does a good deal to soothe the frustrations bubbling in her chest, and she squeezes lightly. Isaak might think he isn’t of much significance to her, but if that were true, she would pack in the night and leave without a goodbye. 

It’s just hard to show how much a person can mean to her.*

I know. I’ll do whatever I can to keep in touch, okay? I… don’t have many friends; they’re hard to make for me, so… I want to hold on to the ones I have. 

*The emotion in Isaak’s voice gets to her, and impulsively, she brushes a wet trail from her good eye, and she nods.*

Yeah… Yeah, I’d like that.

posted: 1 year ago

pulledteethandspilledink:

madame-gelignite:

*She doesn’t lift her head up when she speaks.*

Fff, Pipeline. Pretty soon, too. I’m… kinda regrettin’ not comin’ around more often, now. I’m. Not good with people an’ makin’ friends, you know that very well, so… I’ll be startin’ from scratch again, an’ what are the odds I’ll meet anyone else that… that gets it. You get it. An’ that’s been more than enough for me. It’s all I’ve needed.

-He rests his chin on the top of the couch and stares at her. Isaak understands the fear of transferring quite well. In just a little more than a year he’s worked at three bases (and he wouldn’t be surprised if someday they plucked him again). It’s daunting, being forced to start over, especially once you’ve made connections. It made him feel powerless. He can only imagine how she feels now. Slowly, he drags his fingers along his scalp and takes steady breaths. But anger is coming regardless- 

Zhere’s no fighting it, is zhere?

… I don’t vant to see you go. But, I know you’ll stay strong. You alvays do. 

*She finally raises her head to look at him, keep herself occupied by scratching the dog behind her ears and shakes her head.*

There’s a time for fightin’ that kind a thing… I jus’ don’t think it’s now. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been moved around, at least. Jus’ the first time I’ve felt a little less outta place. 

*She stands, crossing the room to sit on the couch beside him, and places a hand over his.*

I’m glad I met you. You understand.

posted: 1 year ago

pulledteethandspilledink:

madame-gelignite:

pulledteethandspilledink:

 madame-gelignite said: heh, enjoyin’ your sunday, i see. ah… yeah, probably good if i come in, if it’s all the same t’ you.

-He steps back inside and sits down on the couch, at the moment having no cause to be alarmed. He’s more focused on what a mess he’s let his room become, and he hopes she won’t acknowledge the generous bushel of vodka bottles on the floor near his bed. Pavlova trails her when she comes in like ants on candy- 

What’s up? 

*She takes a seat on his bed for the moment, taking the dog’s face into her hands and resting her head against Pavlova’s with a heavy sigh.*

I’m gonna miss you, you know.

-Pavlova has no sense of what’s going on, or what those sort of words mean, she’s only concerned that attention is being showered on her. But Isaak knows that was addressed to him, and he turns to look at her on his bed with a perplexed frown. His eyes finally scan the letter in her hand- 

And vhere are you going? 

Or perhaps I should ask, vhere are zhey sending you?

*She doesn’t lift her head up when she speaks.*

Fff, Pipeline. Pretty soon, too. I’m… kinda regrettin’ not comin’ around more often, now. I’m. Not good with people an’ makin’ friends, you know that very well, so… I’ll be startin’ from scratch again, an’ what are the odds I’ll meet anyone else that… that gets it. You get it. An’ that’s been more than enough for me. It’s all I’ve needed.

posted: 1 year ago

pulledteethandspilledink:

 madame-gelignite said: heh, enjoyin’ your sunday, i see. ah… yeah, probably good if i come in, if it’s all the same t’ you.

-He steps back inside and sits down on the couch, at the moment having no cause to be alarmed. He’s more focused on what a mess he’s let his room become, and he hopes she won’t acknowledge the generous bushel of vodka bottles on the floor near his bed. Pavlova trails her when she comes in like ants on candy- 

What’s up? 

*She takes a seat on his bed for the moment, taking the dog’s face into her hands and resting her head against Pavlova’s with a heavy sigh.*

I’m gonna miss you, you know.

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