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Rattus Norvegicus: ConstellationsGemini took Basil's hand and shook it slightly, then stepped back. "What do you make of my case, Detective?"
Basil frowned. It wasn't often that client's asked for his opinion... usually because he just told them straight anyway.
"Clearly, she important to you. My only concern is why she would disappear and only contact you once." He scanned the note again. Then shook his head. "And unfortunately she sent you this a long while ago. Why it took so long to arrive is questionable." Gemini's ears drooped and sadness clouded her eyes.
"How long?" The Detective hesitated. He didn't usually think twice about how he would make someone feel, not until after he had hurt them, anyway, but there was something about this girl...
"I believe that she sent this at least a month ago, Miss Poppy."
"Yes, yes. But..." He sighed. "I wouldn't fret too much." He paused, then smiled as kindly as he could. "We'll find her."
She smiled, then lifted her chin. There was that determination again.
Rattus Norvegicus: Second First ImpressionRuthie looked away from him and blushed again. God, he was having such a weird effect on her. She bit her lip.
She just wanted to be accepted, really.
Ratigan raised an eyebrow when she turned away from him. There was something very strange about this girl.
Strange, but endearing.
She looked back and hastily composed herself.
"So, ah... you're a Doctor?" He hadn't counted on being asked this.
"Yes..." He answered uncertainly.
"What kind of Doctor?"
"Er... A Doctor of... Psychology, my dear." This wasn't strictly untrue.
He knew a lunatic when he saw one.
"Ah." Was her short response.
Yes. She was an odd one.
There was a long pause.
"I wasn't always this poor." She said quietly. He was surprised she had said this.
"No. I... I'm not from around here."
"Surrey." He said bluntly. She blinked.
"How did you know?"
"It wasn't difficult. You have a slight accent, Miss Rutherford." He smiled, his teeth bared. She had to admit that in the pit of her stomach she felt a little wa
Rattus Norvegicus: The ClientBasil sat in his chair as the fire crackled. He was hunched over, his knees pulled up to his chest, one hand dangling over the chair arm, brushing the top of his violin lightly. Sleep had a way of eluding the Detective, but tonight he'd finally caught up with it and was embraced in a peaceful slumber. Basil wasn't much of a dreamer. He would never admit it, but dreams were the one thing that gave him some form of reality. Sometimes his waking life was like a dream. And so his night-dreams were reality to him. He would never admit it, but when he occasionally had a dream, he loved it. It was usually a picture of another life altogether.
Plus it was something to analyse.
Tonight he wasn't dreaming. Tonight was simply a night of sleep. Of the warmth of fire caressing his body. He was content in that chair. That chair had become his friend throughout the years of cases. It had seen him laugh, cry, curse, experiment, concoct, scheme, make music, his dramas, his highs, his lows, his needs, h
Rattus Norvegicus: So... you.Ratigan stood and glanced down at himself. He had never worn anything nearly as horrifying as this, even as a child raised in the sewers. He shuddered again. God, he hated his background. He was even more disgusted at the sight of his own feet. Even in his wealthiest of years, catching sight of his feet would make him feel sick. He had resorted to always wearing socks, even in bed or having a bath. There generally was notjing wrong with his feet, at least not to others, but they were a reminder to him of what he really was. A rat. There was nothing he could do about them except to cover them up. The same went for his hands. The two pairs from his body he despised the most, all because they were completely unchangeable. His tail didn't bother him so much. He hardly ever saw it, so that was good enough. But now every inch of him had been exposed. He knew what he was. He was a dirty, common, vulgar sewer ra- "No!" He spat aloud. He trembled with rage, contempt for his own being building.
Rattus Norvegicus: Celebration"Dawson, old boy, we did it again!" Basil clinked glasses with Dawson and laughed. It was a week after the Napoleon of Crime's fall from Big Ben, and in that week that followed, Basil had quickly solved the case of the Missing Emerald Ring. Needless to say, he was in good spirits. Dawson smiled across at him. The Detective's moods changed so dramatically at times, but Dawson had learnt to live with it. Tonight was celebration night, as Basil had decided. "To rejoice over solved cases, my new partner-" (Dawson's smile got a little wider.) "-And of course-" Basil marched over to the fireplace and grinned up at the portrait of James Vincent Ratigan. "-To raise a glass to you, old boy." He laughed again and drank, still glaring at the photo.
"I say, Basil, why don't you take that down now? Surely you don't need it anymore?" Dawson chimed, walking to Basil's side and frowning at the portrait himself.
"Dawson, for years that picture served as a reminder that I had not yet come close to reach
Rattus Norvegicus: Miss Rutherford and Dr JayverHe stirred and awoke, his head throbbing. Glancing around, he realised he was in what appeared to be a cardboard box, partitioned by a curtain of rags stitched together in order to create two 'rooms', and he was lying inside a matchbox which served as a makeshift bed, covered by a small rag. He tried to sit up but winced when pain shot through his torso. "Oh! Don't get up!" He lifted his eyes wearily and saw a young rat staring at him, her brow knitted with worry. She was fairly petite for a rat, his only clue to her species being her large tail, almost identical to his own. Otherwise she could easily have been mistaken for a mouse. He envied her that. She was a deep red colour, marked only by a creamy brown on her face, chest and ears. How she had managed to get him from the Thames to here was beyond his knowledge. He smiled weakly then opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a croak before a coughing fit hit him. He flopped back on the bed and groaned. She left and then reappeare
2P Canada X-Reader one big familyIt's strange how you can go from some sort of popular in a goodway, with a lot of friends, to alone and unwanted. You had a learn problem, it's not that you didn't want to learn, more like you couldn't. It was hard for you to make sense of all the new and boring lessons. And at the tests, well, you didn't score so good. The school descided that you had to move to another school, this one was closer to your house, but there was more escort for all the subjects you didn't understand.
The new school looked like jail. Seriously. You walked over to the school and looked at the bars that kept thiefs out, or so they said. The first thing you noticed was the noise, not that you had anything at all against noise, but this was more and louder than normal. Kids your age were yelling at each other and sceaming though their phones.
"I want to go home." You whispered.
You were bad with new situations. Expecially when you were on your own. You had a lot of friends at your old school, and the music yo
2P Canada X-Reader One big family CH.2Ever since Alfred talked to you the other day people started to advoid you. It took you only a few second to figure out that all the rumours were about you. You had no clue how come you weren't the strange kid anymore, just by talking with Alfred, who strangely anough liked you enough to not smash your head in. It took you a few weeks to get settled in the new school. But to be honest, you had some sort of strange power in here. People seem the be afraid of you, and you had no clue why, of how. They couldn't be frightend of you just because you survided a talk with a strange kid holding a bat now could they? The two arrogant girls were no longer bitching around with you. When you caught them looking at you they quickly turned around, trying to hide their interests in you. Even the boy who was holding your bag the other day came towards you so he could apologies for his behaviour. He seemed some sort of nice actually. After his apologies he smiled sweetly at you and handed over a rose.
Masky X Reader LEMONNarrator P.O.V.
He watched you lying in bed asleep and grinned to himself, you were his next victim. He jumped inside your window and jumped at your alarm clock blasting ____ by ______. You whimpered and sat up, once you opened your big (e/c) eyes, he was behind you. You stood up in your short pajamas and stretched up and down, he stared at you and bit his lip under his mask.
This man you weren’t aware of, in your room at 3 AM. Why you woke up at 3 AM, he didn’t understand, he had always thought you woke up at 6 AM for school.
“What the hell?” he heard you say, “why is my alarm set for 3 AM?” you stood up and he got ready to move to the other side of your room when you walked forward to your dresser and bent over and grabbed your phone. He bit his lip harder and licked it, while watching you “Haha, look who’s awake at 3 AM, you have three hours until school, loser,” you said. He saw you roll your eyes in the mirror and you looked up
2P Canada X-Reader One Big Family CH.3Tuesday.
Since you were already late for school you descided to take it slowly and made your way trough your morning program in absolut peace. Everytime you thought about Matthew a little smile ran over your face. You some sort of like this boy, even though you didn't really know why. It wasn't like he was that nice to you, but then again, he was nicer to you than to anyone else. You washed your face and looked at youself in the mirror. You saw a young girl, sleepy eyes and messy hair. You started to brush it before you made your way downstairs to catch some breakfast.
Downstairs everyone was gone already. You liked the quitness and set down on the chair for some goor breakfast, still thinking about the blonde hairy guy. If you seriously liked it, could their be a possibility for the two of you? Even if he would actually like you, could you two be together? You smiled at that thought and almost threw the milk on the ground. You laughed about your own stupility and made yourself ready f
Character Creation text Sheet 1.2.0--Character creation text sheet, created and written by Reaku the crate.--
Personal note: I am sick and tired of seeing people without a proper written reference for their characters, so I made this
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Pray for French PolynesiaFrench Polynesia is an overseas collectivity of France.
It is located in the south Pacific half way between South America and Australia.
Its closest island neighbors are the Cook Islands to the Southwest and the Pitcairn Islands
to the southeast.
It is made up of 130 different islands which are split into six groups:
Society Islands (Includes Tahiti, Bora Bora, Mo'orea)
The population is over 260,000.
Papeetē is the capital and located on Tahiti.
Tahiti is the largest island and where 80% of the population lives.
Tahiti’s main exports are its black pearls
FAMOUS FRENCH POLYNESIANS
Vaitiare Hirson-Asars (b. 1964
Tarita Teriipia Third wife of Marlon Brando (b 1941),
Cheyenne Brando Daughter of Marlon Brando (1970–1995)
Tuki Brando Son of Cheyenne Brando (b 1990)
Fruit Bloom Fruit and Berry ListThis list will not only tell you the list of Fruit available for Fruit Blooms, but it will also tell you the rarity of it. Berries however will have a higher rarity because the are ask only and they can be turned down if we feel that they are too rare. We will also deny them if there are too many Blooms with them.
Acai Berries - Rare
Ackee - Uncommon
Aguaje - Rare
Apple - Common
Apricot - Uncommon
Avocado - Super Rare
Banana - Common
Bell Pepper - Super Rare
Breadfruit - Super Rare
Bilberry - Rare
Blackberry - Common
Blackcurrant - Rare
Blood Orange - Common
Blueberry - Common
Boysenberry - Rare
Carob Pod - Super Rare
Canary melon - Rare
Cantaloupe - Rare
Currant - Common
Cherry - Kuro-Creations exclusive only
Cherimoya - Rare
Chili Pepper - Super Rare
Clementine - Common
Cloudberry - Rare
Cocoa Pod - Super Rare
Coconut - Uncommon
Corn - Super Rare
Coffee Fruit - Super Rare
Cranberry - Super Rare
Cucumber - Super Rare
Cupuacu - Super Rare
Damson - Common
Date - Com
PMDU Official Writing App! Temperate MaelstromEXPLORERS GUILD: Temperate Maelstrom
Date Joined: 30|09|2013
Current Funds: 5 St
Characteristic: Alert to Sounds
Total Points Left: —
Type Bonus: Water >> Agility
Move 1: Water Pledge
Move 2: Aerial Ace
Move 3: Waterfall
Move 4: Brick Break
Description: I mean the Explorers no offence, but the Guild-issued vests on offer were too shoddy and scruffy for my tastes. The material irritated my skin, and I am obliged to put forth a presentable appearance as one of noble blood. As such, I acquired Miss Chantelle’s services via my Full Customization Voucher. Needless to say, I was very pleased with Miss Chantelle’s work. I opine that this lime green-hemmed,
Candycane's StoryCANDYCANE’S STORY
She was afraid.
Afraid of being alone.
Her mother coughed in the hospital bed, with a weak smile on her face. She had to stay, or at least act strong in front of her young daughter. The small five year old looked up at her mother with large, teary, emerald green eyes.
The elder woman smiled and ruffled her child’s abnormally colored white and red hair and pressed a plush toy into the little girl’s arms. She looked down at it, and then back to her mother, who had closed her eyes.
“Merry Christmas… Naomi…” The woman breathed.
“Merry Christmas Mummy.”
Naomi curled up on her bed. It was ten years later and her mother had died from breast cancer, leaving her orphaned. Her father had died in a car crash before she was born, so she had no-where left to go.
She hugged the plush her mother gave her close to her chest, causing the machine inside it to click.
“Rudolf the red nosed reindeer~” Th
Gina OC Biograpy
Species: Mobian: Hedgehog
Hair color: Orange
Fur color: Brown
Eye color: Red
Powers/abilities/styles/gifts: Gina is an expert at any type of 'boarding': Hoverboarding, Skateboarding, Snowboarding, Sandboarding, Surfboarding etc, due to the fact that she has astounding balance skills. She only has the skill of flight because of her frequent use of the hoverboard. She can fist fight quite well, but she isn't very strong or fast, so capturing her would be easy if it weren't for her friends keeping an eye out for her. Capturing her becomes hard once she is 'boarding'.
Weapon(s): Miniature guns on her hoverboard.
Birth town: Unknown
Previous towns: Space Colony ARK
Current town: Angel Island
Birth allegiance: Neutral
Previous allegiances: Neutral
Current allegiance: Hero
History: Gina was discovered by Dr. Gerald Robotnik and taken to the Space Colony ARK where she was studied extensively until the invasion of the ARK in which Maria Robotnik
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