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kingdomofclones · 5 years
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... what if TZ has a Viper Drive shoved into his head and hears Rhys all the heckin time?
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BattleSchool 2
FU blanched as she stepped into the Battleschool.  The blue-tinged back of their target towered over them, despite the elephantine beast snoozing with half of its body buried under the gravel.  A mass of near-identical blue faces cheered for the last hero of Bravo’s squad and the human Mike named Moe.  A few Rakk clung to stalactites with their tails coiled around the slick stone.  Stretching their wings; they leered at the crowd and the two combatants from the safety of their perches.
Another clone, Cindy, stepped into the ring with a long metal pipe balanced in her hand.  She dug the end of it into the ground and watched the VIP box, protected with thin corrugated metal and chainlinks.  Two clones stood from their seats taking off their shining scrap and glass crowns.  “Behold, this exhibition match in our Battleschool, where bros battle beasts to prove themselves in the glorious throes of combat!”  Queen Mike’s voice required no microphone.  “HiveMike has been selected to test these bros’ mettle, for fun and the heck of it.”
The crowd roared and the Cindy lifted her pipe to nudge HiveMike's exposed back.  Muscle twitched and the ground grumbled as HiveMike stirred awake.  Cindy trotted back to the safety of the stands, scrambling up the wall with the help of the fans.  FU braced herself as pebbles danced between her feet. HiveMike exploded from his hiding space, FU raised her arms up to protect her face from the flung debris.  An ear-splitting shriek shook the Rakk from their stalactites as Moe focused her gunfire on the beast’s split puffy face.  
FU shot down the Rakk swooping down at them.  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the blurry image of Moe get knocked back as HiveMike kicked her.  The crowd gasped.  Turning the barrel of her pistol, FU peppered Moe with a couple of healing bullets as she dashed to her side.  “You good, bro?” 
Moe reeled as the transfusion serum from the bullets soothed the blossoming contusions before they could darken, but she steeled herself and raised her assault rifle towards the fresh flock of Rakk dive-bombing them. “Yeah-- watch out!”  With one arm, she pushed FU aside just as the winged beast crashed at their feet.  “I’ll take the right this time, you go left.”
“Bros, bros, bros!” the crowd chanted as the two split to wipe up the rest of the Rakk.  HiveMike groaned as bullets and tranquilizer dotted its holey hide.  He struggled to pick a target, its unsure stomps falling onto flat gravel instead of human or clone guts.  Thick breath puffed from its slice of a mouth as it finally fell to its knees. It shuddered, spitting out a couple more Rakk before flopping over onto its side in a heap.  
More cheers rose from the crowd as HiveMike dissolved into glowing cyan ash that danced along with the slight draft of the arena.  FU holstered her pistol as a blue, scarred arm wrapped around her sweat-drenched shoulders.  Cindy grinned, squeezing her bro and dragging her towards the brand new Mike to join their merry Kingdom.  “You did it!  Congrats!” 
As the Queen stood beside her King, the crowd fell silent.  “That was badass!” she announced, punctuating her words with a clap.  “Let eat, welcome in our new bro with a feast!”
BattleSchool 1
A gaggle of blue faces and dark mohawks struggled to stare through the narrow open windows near the ceiling of the locker room.  Small plastic fans whirred and the cool, damp air from outside flowed into the hot tiled room.  FU leaned against the locker as to give Moe some extra privacy and keep her eye on the crowd trying to sneak a peek at the possible “human Mike.”
“You know, you don’t have to go through the Battleschool, it’s… really dangerous,” FU reminded Moe for the fourth or fifth time.  For once, she lacked her usual set of bandit-styled clothing, instead of wearing a simple tank top and thin hoodie.  A pair of medkits hung from her belt at her hip and her pockets down the sides of her legs were heavy with tranques, specialized “healing bullets”, and her transfusion grenades.  “I mean, Cindy caught a huge Skag and a badass Rakkhive in the last month that you could end up fighting today.”
Moe wrapped the last several inches of fabric over her knuckles, tucking the end underneath the rest down her palm and wrist so it would not come undone.  She flexed her fist, testing the blood flow to her fingers.  “It could be fun and a few arena battles sounds fun.”  Thankfully, the King and Queen had agreed not to film such a spectacle as the first non-clone to take on the Battleschool.  “Besides, you are going to be right there, right?”
FU tilted her head, the fluff of her hair still defying gravity.  The tension along her broad shoulders held tight, anxiety borne of real and imagined memories of her bros trapped within the claws of the Rakk, the laser-infused jaws of the Skags, or even the spawns of bots made by the Constructor.  Was Moe really prepared for this?  Which one was in rotation today?  Resisting nibbling at her thumb’s nail, she smirked as she sighed, “Yeah, that’s true. I’m just fretting, of course.”
Setting her hand onto FU’s shoulder, Moe guided her out of the way so she could take a gander at her “fans.”  Moe still did not quite trust all of the clone’s yet; they all shared FU’s (and Tee Zee’s) face, but any of them could turn her in.  On the other hand, most seemed to just be curious of her and accepted her, of all things.  “Same.  But, we will figure this out.  Probably over– you said Baker was doing a barbecue tonight, right?”
“Yeah!  With fried Rakk of all things.”  As the last note of her voice raised, FU’s thin eyebrows raised.  Clones were thrifty when it came to food; the Kingdom did not think twice about sourcing it from their activities.  Thankfully, Baker Mike knew his seasonings.  She flashed a small smile, demure in comparison to TZ’s extroverted grins.  “So, depending on how School goes, I’ll suggest going with the Skag roasts instead.”
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BattleSchool 1
A gaggle of blue faces and dark mohawks struggled to stare through the narrow open windows near the ceiling of the locker room.  Small plastic fans whirred and the cool, damp air from outside flowed into the hot tiled room.  FU leaned against the locker as to give Moe some extra privacy and keep her eye on the crowd trying to sneak a peek at the possible “human Mike.”
“You know, you don’t have to go through the Battleschool, it’s... really dangerous,” FU reminded Moe for the fourth or fifth time.  For once, she lacked her usual set of bandit-styled clothing, instead of wearing a simple tank top and thin hoodie.  A pair of medkits hung from her belt at her hip and her pockets down the sides of her legs were heavy with tranques, specialized “healing bullets”, and her transfusion grenades.  “I mean, Cindy caught a huge Skag and a badass Rakkhive in the last month that you could end up fighting today.”
Moe wrapped the last several inches of fabric over her knuckles, tucking the end underneath the rest down her palm and wrist so it would not come undone.  She flexed her fist, testing the blood flow to her fingers.  “It could be fun and a few arena battles sounds fun.”  Thankfully, the King and Queen had agreed not to film such a spectacle as the first non-clone to take on the Battleschool.  “Besides, you are going to be right there, right?”
FU tilted her head, the fluff of her hair still defying gravity.  The tension along her broad shoulders held tight, anxiety borne of real and imagined memories of her bros trapped within the claws of the Rakk, the laser-infused jaws of the Skags, or even the spawns of bots made by the Constructor.  Was Moe really prepared for this?  Which one was in rotation today?  Resisting nibbling at her thumb’s nail, she smirked as she sighed, “Yeah, that’s true. I’m just fretting, of course.”
Setting her hand onto FU’s shoulder, Moe guided her out of the way so she could take a gander at her “fans.”  Moe still did not quite trust all of the clone’s yet; they all shared FU’s (and Tee Zee’s) face, but any of them could turn her in.  On the other hand, most seemed to just be curious of her and accepted her, of all things.  “Same.  But, we will figure this out.  Probably over-- you said Baker was doing a barbecue tonight, right?”
“Yeah!  With fried Rakk of all things.”  As the last note of her voice raised, FU’s thin eyebrows raised.  Clones were thrifty when it came to food; the Kingdom did not think twice about sourcing it from their activities.  Thankfully, Baker Mike knew his seasonings.  She flashed a small smile, demure in comparison to TZ’s extroverted grins.  “So, depending on how School goes, I’ll suggest going with the Skag roasts instead.”
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An observation: 
Most, upon seeing Amara (including FU): “... she’s hot....”
Bravo, upon seeing Amara: “There’s only room enough for one hero around here! I’m gonna kick her ass!” 
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Invasive asks!: Accepting!
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TZ:  “Aren’t those kinda what we do already?”  His brows furrow and lip sticks out as he thinks about it.  “’Cause like, we’re all basically the relived lives of the original Mike?  Maybe?  Kinda?  And all of us do it differently ‘cause we’re all trying to be ourselves, but also Mikes.  But then again, I’m a little different because I’m TZ and like, there’s not gonna be another TZ, unless we do switch souls sometimes?  I wonder if the last TZ messed up as much as I have, or maybe he was a lot cooler and didn’t basically kill his squad by being an idiot?  Or not?  Is that what destiny is?”
FU: “I wouldn’t do that to the next “me.”  It kinda sucks to always be compared to another person that’s not around anymore because you’re an exact copy of them, if that makes sense?  So, maybe a different life?  Though, I do love my life as it is, minus a few small details.”
Bravo: “... kinda did both already.  But yeah, I’d do it again.”
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blxxdmoney‌:
“Kurt.” Kurt gave her another look, smirking. Clearly liking what he saw. “You new to this planet? Haven’t seen someone as hot as you lurking around this place in a long time.” 
“I’m from here, as much as anyone could be.”  Her hand opened to rest her palm on his arm and lead him towards the bar for their drinks.  She lifted a couple of fingers to the bartender, the lavender painted nails standing out against her light blue skin.  “And I’ve been around.  Keeping to myself, mostly.  It’s too bad since you look like I should’ve gotten to know you long ago...”
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muscledahl‌:
Ah. Military alphabet, then. That definitely gave her a little insight into what these people must be like. But he seemed to be an outlier, being out here doing… almost-suicidal stunts for, what? Views? She tried not to think about it too hard. “Just… Moe, please. There’s no need for the miss.” She was in no position of authority to warrant such a prefix, but she could understand he was just being polite. “Is there… a reason you don’t live in this kingdom of yours with the others?”
As soon as that question hit, TZ’s smile retreated and his blue skin paled.  He kept walking in silence, one hand digging into his pants pocket for something.  “I just can’t go.  It’s not safe and like...”  Between his fingers, he drew out a single paper napkin.  Slightly damp from sweat and a few grains of dust clung to the soft, white paper, but otherwise clean.  He tore off a corner of it and stuck that into his mouth.  “They don’t really want me around anyways so, it’s cool.  Kind of a fuck-up and couldn’t do my job, so, yeah... I can’t really go back.”
High Flying Introductions
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muscledahl‌:
“I.. should be able to walk if you have some way of keeping me conscious. Conversation, perhaps.” She tried to roll to one side with a grunt, then paused. She was going to have to take this slow if she didn’t want to start bleeding again. “… I didn’t even get to finish my sandwich.” She’d been planning on leaving a healthy tip too, but that was now out of the question. Even in her drifting state at the time, the sandwich had tasted wonderful. “Do you think, once we get there, you could treat me to a meal? If it doesn’t strain your resources too far, of course.” Another attempt to get to her knees, another grunt. She was going to need a lot of help just to get to her feet.
FU glided to Moe's side and helped her up. Trained hands were gentle but firm in their support. "I'm sorry about leaving your sandwich. I didn't even get a chance to pay for it," FU explained, the hint of regret masked behind her cheery bedside manner. She will pay for it, later. Promise! "But, I'm sure Baker has something awesome cooking.  I forgot to take a peek at the day's menu before I left, but I highly recommend it."
Once she was sure that she had a good grasp on Moe, FU lifted her to her feet and stood firm to allow her to find her balance and lean into the support.  “I was too busy trying to figure out where to pass out pamphlets on my way out,” she chuckled.  “But, there’s no worry about resources.  There’s plenty at the Kingdom.”
A Spontaneous Lunch Bro
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Ask My Muse The Most Invasive Questions You Can Think Of.
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TZ: “Soooo, now’s not a good time to start a large campaign calling Tyreen’s boots knock-offs and Troy’s nose fake?”
TZ: “... though, a crucifixion challenge would be unique...”
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muscledahl‌:
“Tee Zee. Do those letters stand for something?” She regarded him out of the corner of her eye, rubbing the cool water across her heated collarbones. She could understand people giving a fake name, but those were usually more creative than just letters. Ah. That made more sense that he was out here all by himself, then. An exile like her. How easy it was for those kinds of people to find each other. “If you’d prefer. As long as this shack of yours is also well-hidden. I’m Moe, by the way.” She dumped some more water on her neck before doing up the bottle and returning it to her pants leg. “Lead the way, Mister Tee.”
“It stands for Tango Zulu.  It means that I’m the last of the Tangos ‘cause I was discontinued,” he explained without thinking as he stretched his back.  Other humans came in models and varieties that got cancelled sometimes too, right?  “The rest kinda died, so I guess it’s a good thing I always survive?”
Before taking the first few steps of the long trek towards Frostburn, he spared one glance towards the charred wreckage of his attempted stunt.  
“Oh, it’s well-hidden miss Moe-bro!  Most people think I’m just one of the fiery dudes that worshipped the hawk bird god so no one ever bothers me.  Well, except for a psycho that decided that the base of my shack’s a good sleeping place, but he’s cool.”
High Flying Introductions
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Send TC+ and... just about anything for my muse to react to finding a Chuck Tingle-esque book about themselves and that.
If you are not familiar with Chuck Tingle’s work or want ideas of the kinds of things to send, look up “chuck tingle books” on Google image search.
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Describe them: accepting!
@chainedfire-wildrider
Eyes!
All Three:
Their eyes are a bright blue, reminiscent of the effects of digistruction though they do not glow.  Eyelashes are fairly short
TZ: 
His eyes are a little duller than younger clones, crows feet branch out from the corners and he has the tendency to squint.  He tends to have dark circles, but one would pick up that he wears make-up to mask them and keep his facial skin tone even.
FU:
Her eyes are bright and youthful.  FU’s gaze is soft and alert, she’s always paying attention to everything going on around her.  No wrinkles yet, but with how high her eyebrows tend to shoot up, she’ll get worry lines eventually.  She doesn’t even have bags under her eyes, nor does she wear makeup.  FU manages to get enough sleep every night.
Bravo: 
Even when she’s trying to play nice, her gaze is hard and simmering with barely restrained fury.  Pink and purple eye shadow does nothing to block the darkened skin around both sockets and the wrinkles formed from scowling.  As she’s aged, her one good eye has grown darker, almost violet.  Her bad eye is milky white, the large violet scar on that side of the face barely missing it as it splashes across her face.  She wears false lashes to look more feminine. 
Hair!
All Three: 
Mikes always cut their hair into mohawks of some sort.  Their hair naturally grows in dark blue and is usually fairly soft to the touch and thick.  At shorter lengths, it sticks up naturally without gel. 
TZ:
His hair is the shortest and the least kempt of the three.  It is wavy, and a little coarse to the touch.  One would easily assume that it had been melted in any of his many stunts.  The sides of his head tend to have a short growth of hair, making the few scars at the back of his head and on the side stand out if one looks too closely. The main mohawk stands up at around 4 inches long along the front, tapering to shorter length towards the back.  His hair gets a little oily sometimes from a lack of showering.
FU: 
Neat, clean, fluffy, and thicc.  The sides are shaved short, though towards the end of the day she’ll get a little fuzz.  She wears no product, so her 5 inch hawk of fluff just stands up on its own.  It smells nice from her daily showering habit. Even with her constant mask wear, it’ll just settle back to its usual fluff once she runs her hand through it.
Bravo:
Her hair’s the longest, the mohawk leans down to one side and drapes down past her shoulder.  She keeps the sides of her head shaved due to the splash of scarring on the right side.  Her hair’s thinner than both but works with its longer length.  
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Are there any Headcanons about my muse you’re confused about?
Send me questions about them and I’ll go into further detail!
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she was a healer; if she couldn’t heal him, then what was she there for?
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Send any of the below and I’ll give detailed descriptions of my Muse’s…
Hair
Skin
Eyes
Lips
Nose
Mouth
Ears
Neck / Shoulders
Chest
Arms
Hands
Waist / Hips
Butt
Thighs
Legs
Feet
Height / Weight
Body Shape
Other (You pick)
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