Affiliated blog for Black★Rock Shooter yet open to anyone.
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Little to no sexual content shall be seen.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
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“Hey! Don’t give me that look! It was on metal… And- and look, I have no shoes on!” Maybe she should start wearing shoes then. “Seriously! I might die. If you were me- oh wait. Never mind. You’re right, this is stupid.”
█{{✰}}██ Yes, she thought it was stupid, really? It’s just stubbing ones toe, not like she was injured or anything which only made her feel disbelief. Stella didn’t even want to know why she considered it as her dying.
Oh. Oh fuck. “I-” Why is is so hard to talk to herself? She does it all the time by… herself? “I-” Deep breath. “Just-” Fuck. “Stabbed my toe.” Lame.
█{{✰}}██ Her toe? Really? That… was not what she expected to hear, nor was it what she would have thought likely. “…” She went from apathetic to deadpan in a short few seconds.
“I… See.” Well, let’s guess that the other Rock is more fortunate than this one. We’d be wrong, but let us just… Think that. “That’s… Well, uh… Strange? Do you not remember your past or something?” New to MTV: ‘Mega bitch asking the tough questions to her probably less of a bitch self’ episodes every time they talk. Is that how MTV advertises a show? She may never know. For she does not have foxtel.
█{{✰}}██ Very little of her past could be mentioned, it was more that she had a rough time speaking of it than one can believe with her history. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she was experimented upon knowing her ever growing corruption that resided within her mind, her nemesis in a mental sense. Well, second one with a certain someone falling completely into first with vivid memories of their dance coming to mind again. ”… maybe.“ A half truth, she could remember some yet not all of it.
Party pooper. She has a lot more pick up lines to use on herself, but she’ll wait until she finds a more… chatty version. “I-I know your not ‘wordy’ but… Do you mind if i ask you something?” And without a chance for that question to be answered, here came the other (two). “By any chance… Were you tested on? Like, were you a test subject?” Good job at hiding a massive secret, Rock.
███{{✰}}███ “…” Test subject? She couldn’t recall that to her vague knowledge, unless of course her copy was going on about something kept secret from her by Ram; that she wouldn’t doubt anyways knowing that the first of their organization was not necessarily the most pleasant of them. Right next to Black Gold Saw, of whom she’d rather not recall either. “… I don’t know.” At least she’s honest about it.
“Um… ‘Ello… Rock?” And here we see the wild majestic Rock, making contact with herself after complimenting her butt. Truly beautiful.
███{{✰}}███ She didn’t care of course, possibly because of the fact she held no idea about what she was talking about. Herself then, right, there were… odder things out there she supposed. “… not wordy.” In other words, she simply was saying she isn’t one to talk.
