- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies. I can't promise much consistency due to my chaotic life.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Superpowers, Drama. Also, romance is required with me because I will get bored without it.
Ula wasn't the greatest medical expert in the world, but she would certainly do her best for Warren. You didn't take up a profession like hers without picking up those kinds of skills along the way. She would be lying if she ever said that she didn't get fatally injured on the job. A fair number of scars would tell you those stories. She managed to fix herself up more than a few times.
Privately she smirked at him calling their deed 'heroics.' She never looked at anything that way; all she saw was the reward money. Some of her work was on the heroic side, but many were quite the opposite. Knowing that War didn't agree with those kinds of tasks, she was slightly bummed that the idea of offering him more jobs in the future wouldn't be possible. Probably for the best... Ula doubted he would care to get to know someone like her. He was so kind, and strangely gentle despite his intimidating presence. And here was she, just an angsty disaster who got off on killing people and setting things on fire.
Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, prompting the Drell to freeze while she drove. At first she was displeased to be touched; she was not the most touchy-feely creature. Yet, there was a shiver going down her spine that almost made her quake in her seat. She was feeling a strange desire to tilt her head down and nuzzle onto his hand. Physical contact of any sort was rare in her life. Didn't make it any easier when she had violent responses to the simplest forms of touch...
Leaving them in silence for the rest of the ride home so she could focus on the drive, they eventually found themselves at her cozy hideout. A small place built to house just one person, with a nearby shed that was heavily guarded by some of her tech. You would find yourself suddenly on fire if you tried cracking the code on her locks.
Parking her vehicle in its spot, she was quick to hop out and wait on the ground for Warren so she could help him inside. Somehow. Last time he did a lot more of the escaping than she did, so it felt awkward to be offering to be his crutch. "My place is small, but it'll be comfortable enough for you I'm sure. You're lucky, really-- I don't usually let anyone into my home." Although there was a lack of a smile, there was playfulness in her voice. She really was just that private of a person, plus she'd tell most people to deal with their own problems instead of helping them. Warren was a different case. He did well tonight, and suffice it was to say: she liked him. That was not an easy thing to accomplish with Whisper.
Privately she smirked at him calling their deed 'heroics.' She never looked at anything that way; all she saw was the reward money. Some of her work was on the heroic side, but many were quite the opposite. Knowing that War didn't agree with those kinds of tasks, she was slightly bummed that the idea of offering him more jobs in the future wouldn't be possible. Probably for the best... Ula doubted he would care to get to know someone like her. He was so kind, and strangely gentle despite his intimidating presence. And here was she, just an angsty disaster who got off on killing people and setting things on fire.
Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, prompting the Drell to freeze while she drove. At first she was displeased to be touched; she was not the most touchy-feely creature. Yet, there was a shiver going down her spine that almost made her quake in her seat. She was feeling a strange desire to tilt her head down and nuzzle onto his hand. Physical contact of any sort was rare in her life. Didn't make it any easier when she had violent responses to the simplest forms of touch...
Leaving them in silence for the rest of the ride home so she could focus on the drive, they eventually found themselves at her cozy hideout. A small place built to house just one person, with a nearby shed that was heavily guarded by some of her tech. You would find yourself suddenly on fire if you tried cracking the code on her locks.
Parking her vehicle in its spot, she was quick to hop out and wait on the ground for Warren so she could help him inside. Somehow. Last time he did a lot more of the escaping than she did, so it felt awkward to be offering to be his crutch. "My place is small, but it'll be comfortable enough for you I'm sure. You're lucky, really-- I don't usually let anyone into my home." Although there was a lack of a smile, there was playfulness in her voice. She really was just that private of a person, plus she'd tell most people to deal with their own problems instead of helping them. Warren was a different case. He did well tonight, and suffice it was to say: she liked him. That was not an easy thing to accomplish with Whisper.