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For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie.
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goteambravo whispered:

cousinharvest:

goteambravo:

cousinharvest:

  1. [text] Do you think my ceiling lamp would hold a body?
[Text] Uh…

[Text] I never thought about it
[Text] That’s kinda dark, don’t you think?
[Text] And besides, if you’re going to hang yourself, you would either need to be just heavy enough or fall just the right distance to snap your neck and end your life quickly
[Text] Otherwise, you’ll just hang there
[Text] Slowly and painfully choking to death
[Text] And not only that, but if you’re heavy or fall too hard trying to hang yourself from a ceiling fan or something like that, odds are you’ll just break it, fall, and feel really stupid
[Text] …
[Text] Sorry, I got kinda dark there, too

[Text] wow…

[Text] you…surprisingly know a lot about that kind of thing…

[Text] …..

[Text] have you ever tried to attempt doing that 

[Text] kind of thing?? 

[Text] What?!
[Text] No!!
[Text] Not willingly, anyways
[Text] Wait, no, I didn’t me
[Text] an to say that
[Text] What I meant was

[Text] Uh

[Text] …

[Text] Curse you, Autocorrect?

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cousinnamco:

goteambravo:

She stood up and put her hands on her hips.


"Several, actually… we’re close to the park, and there’s a few abandoned buildings there. One is an old, empty apartment building, the one Bravoman fell off of a while back. You know the bakery? There’s a few buildings along that strip that have been empty and unused for a while now. The town square is so busy, lots of the little businesses around here got starved and fizzled-out."

She turned and pointed into the distance. “And of course, there’s the seedy part of town. Rumor has it, it’s a hive for Anons and lots of people have gone missing or been found dead around there. If your friend’s captors are looking for privacy and a good cover, that’d be my best guess.”

She turned and looked to them, her brow furrowed in worry. “But if they’ve been caught by humans… it’s entirely possible they’ve been turned-over to the police for a hefty reward. Maybe even the WCPO itself. They could be in a lot of danger.”

You listen as she speaks, taking in the information she’s giving you.  There was a reason you left this place, and with the thought of your kid cousins falling into the grasp of one of those Anons, you shudder slightly.  Moving out of here was the best idea you’ve had in a long time.  You just wish you’d at least…

Pushing that thought away, your expression turns sour at knowing that Anti would have been treated like a common criminal, when he’d been doing his best to keep this city a little bit safer for everyone.  You know it had been humans who’d been after him last time, and there was a good chance it was this time too.  You don’t know what the WCPO is, but it sounds like bad news.

"Is there a way to get there safely?  If I could get to the police station, I could speak for him and get him out, or pay the bail… Could you escort me?  This whole place is dangerous, I don’t think I could get there alone at night…"

She nodded, her jaw set in determination. “Of course, I’ll do everything I can!”

She pointed into the distance. “The police station is in the nicest part of town, pretty much all humans. You’ll have to stick close to me, and don’t look at anyone. Don’t talk to anyone, either. Uh, pretty much don’t give anyone any reason to be mean to us. ‘Kay? Honestly, we might be safest rooftop hopping until we get to the station and then sneak inside.”

She looked down and rocked back and forth on her heels a bit. “It might be kinda tough, though… I’m not gonna lie. The police have all been huge, racist jerks lately, and the humans in general, too. When my team takes down and brings in bad Nons, we get praised as heroes. When we bring in bad humans, we get hissed and booed at for being traitors. This would be so much easier if you had a human disguise, but we don’t have the time to make a good, convincing one…”

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goteambravo whispered:

ask-braveman:

goteambravo:

ask-braveman:

[text] Hov r u doin?

[Text] Brave? Why are you texting me this late, do you have any idea what time it is? I have work in the morning.
[Text] You’re drunk again, aren’t you.
[Text] You work on a children’s show, and you’re an almost hero. You should know better than that.
[Text] Do I need to pick you up out of a gutter again?

[text]: u totaly did nt anser my quetsion

[text]: im liek 200004774% osbber donut worry 

[text]: HA HAH ah i ty ped donut om h

[Text] Yep, you’re drunk.
[Text] To answer your question, I was doing fine, until you woke me up.
[Text] I gave you my number for emergencies only, not drunk texting at three in the morning on a workday.
[Text] Just tell me where you are and I’ll get you home.
[Text] We don’t need a repeat of the fountain incident.

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cousinnamco:

When there’s no answer, and no sign of someone else around that might be dangerous, you allow yourself to relax momentarily.  What do you do now…?  Looking back at the Bravo Corps member that came along to help find Anti, you frown and try to consider your options.  You… you can’t leave without getting him back.  Those Anons had been right about you; you had been awful, and you could never forgive yourself for it, but now you were going to do whatever you could to get him back to safety.

No matter what it was or how dangerous it got.

You think back over the events that led up to this exact moment, and then remember;

"One day, not too long ago, he’d gotten hurt when he’d fallen off a roof, and when I got there to pick him up, there were two humans there that were about to go after him.  It might have been one of them…"

"He went on patrol at night all the time, though, and said he’d broken up fights…There might be others who would do this, but I don’t doubt they were human too, with the way things are in this part of the city now…"

You look in the direction that the blood goes and try and think harder, you need to figure out a plan as fast as you’re able.

"Are there any places around here where someone would take a person to keep them hostage…?"

She stood up and put her hands on her hips.

"Several, actually… we’re close to the park, and there’s a few abandoned buildings there. One is an old, empty apartment building, the one Bravoman fell off of a while back. You know the bakery? There’s a few buildings along that strip that have been empty and unused for a while now. The town square is so busy, lots of the little businesses around here got starved and fizzled-out."

She turned and pointed into the distance. “And of course, there’s the seedy part of town. Rumor has it, it’s a hive for Anons and lots of people have gone missing or been found dead around there. If your friend’s captors are looking for privacy and a good cover, that’d be my best guess.”

She turned and looked to them, her brow furrowed in worry. “But if they’ve been caught by humans… it’s entirely possible they’ve been turned-over to the police for a hefty reward. Maybe even the WCPO itself. They could be in a lot of danger.”

(Source: goteambravo)

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cousinnamco:

goteambravo:

She nodded. “Okay, sounds good.”

She put her hand on their shoulder and gave them a confident smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this all sorted out, and everything will be just fine.”

She pulled away from them and curled her hands into fists, determined and full of energy. “Lead the way!”

You do lead the way, making your way from there to the lab you know Anti’s dad lives and from there along the streets that are the easiest way to the park, discreetly pulling your gun out along the way.  There was no telling who might try and ambush you around here; this was the supposed “Human” part of town, and you didn’t want to get caught with no way of defending yourself.  While walking, you spot what looks like blood and freeze in place, looking around and listening for any sign of Anti or the person who must have hurt him.

"Anti? Anti, can you hear me? It’s me, Namco…"

You go completely silent after that, ears trained on your surroundings for some kind of answer or a signal to bolt…

As she followed this funny blue person, she took careful stock of her surroundings on the way. She wanted to be sure that she would remember the area, and that she didn’t miss anything important. She frowned up at the tall grey-black building that they led her to. The Bombshelter. Indeed, Anti-Bravoman did live here, so they at least got that detail right. She really hoped they wouldn’t get too close. She didn’t want to risk being spotted and attacked by the crazy old man who lived within its walls.

As they thankfully turned away from the foreboding structure and continued on towards the park, she noticed her companion pull something out of their pocket, but couldn’t see what it was. Probably their phone. She dismissed it and kept on following, until they suddenly stopped and stared at the ground. She followed their gaze and saw the dark liquid on the pavement. Oh no.

As they called out for their friend, she approached the liquid on the ground and kneeled down to get a closer look. It was black… really unusual… but it definitely smelled like blood. Ugh, she hated blood… the sight and smell made her sick to her stomach, but she pushed down a wave of nausea and tried to act as professional as possible.

"It’s pretty fresh… there’s more than one puddle here, and it looks like the victim tried to crawl away. They didn’t get far. Looks like they were picked up and carried away. Possibly by whoever tried to kill ‘em."

She looked up at them. “Do you know anyone who would try to hurt your friend?”

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cousinnamco:

goteambravo:

cousinnamco:

You nod, quickly going to your picture gallery (thank the cosmos your pictures were still there), and pull up a photo of him taken a few days before you’d left, and hand it back.


"He did have some problems, but he was always at ease around us, we’re his family, we…we always tried to include him in… in everything. … …. …Can we hurry? He might not have much time…!"

She looked at the photo carefully, squinting as she tried to pick out any unusual details… purple suit, tattered red scarf, glowing red eyes… everything seemed to check-out, for the most part… except his body shape. Somehow, he felt off… feminine. She’d seen pictures of him before, and he didn’t look like that.

She wasn’t convinced this was the real Anti-Bravoman, but that really didn’t matter. What did matter was that someone was in trouble, and it was her duty to save them.

She handed the phone back. “Right! Okay, so what’s the trouble anyways?”

"That message was sent right after I let him know I was ok, he’d been looking for me, I think he said he was almost to the park… I know where he was staying, so if he was going in the same direction the whole way, I can show you where he might be…"

You take the phone back and put it away, hoping that he was still there when you did get to the place he might have been… If not, you don’t know what you’re going to do…

She nodded. “Okay, sounds good.”

She put her hand on their shoulder and gave them a confident smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this all sorted out, and everything will be just fine.”

She pulled away from them and curled her hands into fists, determined and full of energy. “Lead the way!”

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goteambravo whispered:

cousinharvest:

goteambravo:

cousinharvest:

  1. [text] Do you think my ceiling lamp would hold a body?

[Text] Huh
[Text] A body?
[Text] I guess it depends on how big the body is
[Text] And uh, how big the ceiling lamp is
[Text] Why do you ask?

[text] i dont know 

[text] it just hit me at how depressed people do the hanging thing 

[text] and how there weight doesnt cause the fan to collapse you know?? 

[Text] Uh…
[Text] I never thought about it
[Text] That’s kinda dark, don’t you think?
[Text] And besides, if you’re going to hang yourself, you would either need to be just heavy enough or fall just the right distance to snap your neck and end your life quickly
[Text] Otherwise, you’ll just hang there
[Text] Slowly and painfully choking to death
[Text] And not only that, but if you’re heavy or fall too hard trying to hang yourself from a ceiling fan or something like that, odds are you’ll just break it, fall, and feel really stupid
[Text] …
[Text] Sorry, I got kinda dark there, too

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Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

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Give my character unwanted advice

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mollaythesassay:

puta-madre91:

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?

this scares me a little

Suicide, scum, malice, past, human.
I used to get all cute words on these things. What happened?

mollaythesassay:

puta-madre91:

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?

this scares me a little

Suicide, scum, malice, past, human.

I used to get all cute words on these things. What happened?

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cousinnamco:

goteambravo:

She accepted the phone and scrolled through the conversations. She never really got to meet the boy personally, but she heard stories from Brave Man all the time. He was shy, skittish, had anxiety issues, was socially awkward, and was scared of everything. Whoever this person was, he seemed very on-top of things, being all helpful, heroic and concerned for this person. That didn’t sound like Anti at all.

She rubbed the back of her head and offered the phone back. “I don’t know what to say… to be honest, this doesn’t really sound like him. Are you sure, absolutely sure that your friend is Anti-Bravoman? Do you have any proof that it was him and not a copycat?”

You nod, quickly going to your picture gallery (thank the cosmos your pictures were still there), and pull up a photo of him taken a few days before you’d left, and hand it back.

"He did have some problems, but he was always at ease around us, we’re his family, we…we always tried to include him in… in everything. … …. …Can we hurry? He might not have much time…!"

She looked at the photo carefully, squinting as she tried to pick out any unusual details… purple suit, tattered red scarf, glowing red eyes… everything seemed to check-out, for the most part… except his body shape. Somehow, he felt off… feminine. She’d seen pictures of him before, and he didn’t look like that.

She wasn’t convinced this was the real Anti-Bravoman, but that really didn’t matter. What did matter was that someone was in trouble, and it was her duty to save them.

She handed the phone back. “Right! Okay, so what’s the trouble anyways?”

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goteambravo whispered:

cousinopeo:

goteambravo:

cousinopeo:

[text] i need a hug

[Text] Well

[Text] Um
[Text] I’ve definitely been better
[Text] I’ve been having a lot of headaches and nightmares lately
[Text] My stomach is super sore, too
[Text] But nevermind that, it’s not important
[Text] I’m on my way. I can’t wait to see you again!

[text] aw
[text] im sorry to hear that :(
[text] headaches and stomach pain and nightmares suck
[text] and its important if its important to you!
[text] but if you really don’t want to talk about it thats okay too
[text] i cant wait to see you either! :D

[Text] Don’t worry about it
[Text] Happens all the time
[Text] I’m used to it
[Text] I’m near the park now, so I won’t be much longer!

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goteambravo whispered:

cousinopeo:

goteambravo:

cousinopeo:

[text] i need a hug

[Text] Brother Opeo!
[Text] How are you? Where are you? Gosh, it feels like it’s been forever
[Text] I’d love to give you a hug
[Text] I kinda need one too

[text] brother anti!

[text] i missed talking to you

[text] also !!!

[text] are YOU okay?

[text] im in the park, by the duck pond

[Text] Well
[Text] Um
[Text] I’ve definitely been better
[Text] I’ve been having a lot of headaches and nightmares lately
[Text] My stomach is super sore, too
[Text] But nevermind that, it’s not important
[Text] I’m on my way. I can’t wait to see you again!

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cousinnamco:

goteambravo:

She leaned in close to look at the message and frowned. “Well, this sure sounds serious, friend… but either you’re confused, or something weird’s going on here. Anti-Bravoman died weeks ago. Anon attack in the town square, got set on fire and crushed to death. There’s videos of it floating all over the internet. Unless this is some kinda nickname or roleplay thing, I don’t think I can help much..?”

She shrugged and gave them an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I’ll need more information than this if I’m gonna help you find your lost buddy. But Anti-Bravoman is definitely dead. What’s your friend’s real name?”

You stare at her, startled.

"But, he… me and my family have been talking to him, almost every day… He visited us almost all the time until we moved to the town by the sea, a little ways from here.."

You show her your phone, with the conversations you’d had with him, not sure what else to say, temporarily stunned out the urgency you’ve been feeling.

She accepted the phone and scrolled through the conversations. She never really got to meet the boy personally, but she heard stories from Brave Man all the time. He was shy, skittish, had anxiety issues, was socially awkward, and was scared of everything. Whoever this person was, he seemed very on-top of things, being all helpful, heroic and concerned for this person. That didn’t sound like Anti at all.

She rubbed the back of her head and offered the phone back. “I don’t know what to say… to be honest, this doesn’t really sound like him. Are you sure, absolutely sure that your friend is Anti-Bravoman? Do you have any proof that it was him and not a copycat?”

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