the cowardly lion doesn't write love songs — lemonkit

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  • [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]well, shit. chica has always been an impulsive ditz at best, but leaving her children choking on her dust has never been an intention of hers. olives disappearance shook her admittedly, to the point that she was (and still is) determined to find her but since she's strolling by she supposes she ought to pay her youngest a visit. chicagocrimes slips onto the territory without a second thought, fully aware that technically this is trespassing since she no longer lives here but hell, everybody around these parts practically adore her so she doesnt fret. "lems, baby?" whispers she as she carries on through the foilage, slightly curved ears perked as she keeps an eye out for her son, "are ya there, boy?"


    @lemondrop
    [spoiler=CAUSE IM A BAD MAN / MAY TENTH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
    chicagocrimes m.c.f.x
    cis female, she/her
    homosexual panromantic / engaged to olive
    koe member / former leader of the sanctuary
    hostesscupcakes x nya / adopted by xeryus
    battle damaged lioness w dull lavender eyes & shark mutations (teeth, fin, gills)
    twenty four months / aged realtime
    TRAITS
    ENFJ / GRYFFINDOR / DAUNTLESS / CHOLERIC / NEUTRAL EVIL
    likes to show off her skills, but confidence is slipping
    can be aggressive
    generally protective of loved ones
    usually easy to get along with
    INTERACTION
    attack in bold #F16442
    will fight if provoked / will kill / rarely spares
    physically pathetic / mentally medium / fights w hatchet
    shapeshifting, conjuration, fire manip, the sight, ghostmode
    OTHER
    searching for missing fiance
    a weaponsmith, used to smelt weapons for the sanctuary
    alcoholic, relapsed back into the habit
    permanent damage from mercury poisoning, incredibly weak
    actually a ghost posessing a mortal body
    prejudiced against cipherfam
    pm for plots / heartchart / biography

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    YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND — lemonkit — sanctuary — he/him — tags

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    The boy was busy drawing a sketch in the dirt, very focussed on his work. He hadn't been talking to people much after what happened with Bill. He'd been too scared to even mention the name, sure that Bill would find him again. As a voice called out for him he jumped, eyes widening in fear. But it wasn't Bill, it was a more comforting voice.


    "Hello? Who is it?" he asked, cautiously walking towards the voice. Lemonkit had definitely learned his lesson, and did not trust anyone he did not know.

  • [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]/tw for a brief mention/suggestion of sexual assault in the first paragraph
    honestly chicagocrimes isnt too sure how lemonkit was conceived. obviously, she gave birth to him (and she remembers this) but the origins of how he was actually.. ah, created, is up in the air. she knows for a fact that bill never assaulted her outright since she could have easily muscled them off (keyword "could", she's weaker now, so that might not be the case anymore) and she isn't stupid enough to get herself into a situation like that anyway. but since she cant remember willingly doing anything with them, her money is on alcohol. she was a heavy drinker before olive came into the picture (and really, she still is), so her being intoxicated when bumping into them is the most likely reason. whether bill was drunk also, however, is unclear.


    if she knew what bill did to their child, she'd be pissed. however, the girl is completely left out of the loop and so none of this aforementioned aggression surfaces. instead, when she hears her kids voice drifting through the trees, she chooses to find and locate it, which brings her face to face with her son. "its mom." she answers in turn, moving to circle him. after a few rotations of this, chica lets out an amused whistle, "jesus, yer a lot bigger than the last time i saw ya. almost as tall as a tree." and she says this with mild adoration, clearly proud with how the sanctuary has been treating her son. her eyes briefly size up the child and upon noting his bruised state, she manages a frown, "why are ya all banged up, kid? been fightin or somethin?" she guesses jokingly, although she isnt aware of just how right she is.
    [spoiler=CAUSE IM A BAD MAN / MAY TENTH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
    chicagocrimes m.c.f.x
    cis female, she/her
    homosexual panromantic / engaged to olive
    koe member / former leader of the sanctuary
    hostesscupcakes x nya / adopted by xeryus
    battle damaged lioness w dull lavender eyes & shark mutations (teeth, fin, gills)
    twenty four months / aged realtime
    TRAITS
    ENFJ / GRYFFINDOR / DAUNTLESS / CHOLERIC / NEUTRAL EVIL
    likes to show off her skills, but confidence is slipping
    can be aggressive
    generally protective of loved ones
    usually easy to get along with
    INTERACTION
    attack in bold #F16442
    will fight if provoked / will kill / rarely spares
    physically pathetic / mentally medium / fights w hatchet
    shapeshifting, conjuration, fire manip, the sight, ghostmode
    OTHER
    searching for missing fiance
    a weaponsmith, used to smelt weapons for the sanctuary
    alcoholic, relapsed back into the habit
    permanent damage from mercury poisoning, incredibly weak
    actually a ghost posessing a mortal body
    prejudiced against cipherfam
    pm for plots / heartchart / biography

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    YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND — lemonkit — sanctuary — he/him — tags

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    Mom? Mom! Lemonkit ran towards the voice, a happy smile on his face. This was certainly a pleasant surprise. "It is you! I'm so happy you're here!" he exclaimed. When asked about his roughed up appearance the boy looked at the ground momentarily. How was he supposed to explain? He was sure he'd get in trouble for wandering too far from home.


    "Well, to tell the truth...I walked a bit too far from camp, a-and Bill C-cipher...a-a-attacked me..." he stuttered out, feeling downright ashamed for what had happened. His own parent, treating him like a little punching bag. Lemon was grateful he was not dead, but had felt absolutely awful that Bill did not care for him like a parent should. It broke a little bit of his little heart.


    "I'm okay now, though. I hope I never see him again..." the boy continued, rubbing one of his front paws behind his ears sheepishly. He hoped Chica wouldn't scold him, or get too angry at Bill. Lemonkit just hoped that he could move past the whole thing as soon as he can.