There she is :’)
Too tired to finish this tonight, so have a WIP.
I’ve missed drawing Ethyl so much! This is more or less going to be a redraw of an old painting from last July. I want to see how far my painting has come since then :3c
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Made another :-)
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Fortunately for Ethyl and Law, unfortunately for the guard, the second the toilet door slammed shut upon Ethyl’s entry, perhaps it was the foul stench or the sight of the toilet itself that was the trigger, or solely because the single cubicle toilet was now occupied, the guard was struck with a terrible pain in his gut. His face twisted with terror and he banged his fist on the toilet door before realizing that Ethyl wouldn’t be done in a long while. The guard cursed Ethyl and his own kind-heartedness aloud. Without further contemplation, his bowels urging him with desperation, the guard dashed out of the tent, knocking over Law, who was lingering outside the back, contemplating his next choice of action. Law tripped onto his bottom as the guard rushed off into the woods like an insecure, panicky werewolf in the midst of his transformation under the full moon.
Law didn’t bother to question the absurdness of the situation. He picked himself up and hurried into the tent to check on his wife. Spotting the toilet a second after catching a whiff of the stink, he went to Ethyl’s side, if and when she would emerge on her own. Otherwise, Law wouldn’t bother calling her out, since he figured he could do without her presence sticking around.
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Ah yes, nothing like a desperate guard ready to shit himself, pounding on the door to the stall, and thus preventing Ethyl from hearing things clearly. Holy shit, she wanted to say, she just got into the stall. It wasn't like she'd be finished having her hypothetical, explosive bowel movement in the blink of an eye.
The moment she heard his panicked footsteps race away, she quietly muttered, "Fuck you too there, buddy." Grateful for some silence now, Ethyl resumed what she'd gone in there for: information gathering.
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Troubling years..
She was glad to notice that other was slowly opening up bit more. Maybe they could actually get along even more ? Considering the things in high school the two rarely ever spoke before, guess there was something good from the detention they got?
“To be honest…… I too plan to study abroad …or for start different city something different from what my mother has in plan that is for sure “
The way she spoke caused small huff of iritation to escape as she sipped on her cup of tea while looking out the window. “Our opinions…..wastly differ when it comes to education..”
Ethyl nodded slowly in repsonse to Nessa's reply. Oh, that was interesting. But she wasn't surprised, once again, about Nessa's interest in places overseas.
What did pique her interest even more was Nessa's add-on about her mother. Ethyl glanced up from her cup of coffee and raised a concerned eyebrow.
She wanted to comment, but it seemed that Nessa had answered her question first. Ethyl hummed in response and nodded.
"Ever tell her that it's your life that that you an do whatever the fuck you want?" she said. "Maybe not in those exact terms--but you know what I'm saying."
"Also, if you don't mind me asking, do you have any ideas where exactly you want to study?"
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Xavier: Renegade Angel sentence starters
- “What doth life?”
- “You’re going to regret that. You shattered my shakashuri.”
- “I’m a survivor. We’re a dying breed.”
- “Powers are for the weak. I have no powers. I mean, unless you count the power to blow minds with my weapons-grade philosophical insights.”
- “Look at the two of us. We can be like beauty and the beast. What do you say? Will you be my beast?”
- “I killed him hard. Pulled out his heart, showed it to him, and he was like, ‘Nice.’”
- “And now, I ramble forth on my endless journey to be the greatest AIDS spreader of all time.”
- “One time, I created something called a thurrito. It’s a burrito within a burrito within the heart of that same burrito.”
- “They say when you die, you shit your pants. But not me; I’m gonna shit my heart.”
- “Good thing I’m a responsible parent. You should try it sometime.”
- “The sick bastard smells like my ass.”
- “Unload your troubles onto me, even if it’s tough to swallow. I’m used to swallowing huge loads.”
- “I’m going to help you, even if it kills us both!”
- “I’m going to break you down using Navajo mysticism or Cherokee fisticism!”
- “If you smoke and eat bacon fast enough, you can go back in time.”
- “Well, if that’s love, then I’d like to make some love to his mouth.”
- “I know people out there are dreaming for my cleansing rain to rinse away all sufferage.”
- “Well, I’m a good farmhand, and I don’t need much. Just five hots. And a cot. And a queen-sized lazy bread bed. And a flatscreen iTV. And a wi-fi hotspot. And a breakfast nook, a sauna, conversation nook, some of them crazy cookies, orange you glad I didn’t say banana?”
- “Society’s about to end, girl. And it’s up to us to start repopulating the planet.”
- “Someone’s gonna have to mop up all this bootysauce.”
- “I’m too unique to pay rent!”
- “If I ever get your stinky mug in my line of sight, I swear to Chekhov I’ll cock your clock off.”
- “You nap-a, you get slap-a.”
- “You’re about as deep as a bowl of soup, and your tongue is about as sharp as a soup spoon.”
- “Are you so dumb you even answer rhetorical questions?”
- “I, alone, stride along to strive alone to unify all men in the greasy heat of my unifrier.”
- “I shall take up your squeegee and squeege all that you have left unsquoged!”
- “Can I squirrel it in your terlet?”
- “As long as you live under my ballet studio, which I just broke into, you live under my rules!”
- “You can kiss and lick and caress and cuddle and swallow my sweet ass goodbye.”
- “If this is your idea of a joke, I’d like to be subjected to a tragedy.”
- “I’ll help you! I’m a feminist! I’ll make sexism my BITCH!”
- “I have some bad news and a snack for you.”
- “Mom spelled backwards is wow, and wow spelled backwards is ‘Woe is me that I can’t seem to find my mom!’”
- “If you’re going to slay an animal, you’d better be prepared to eat the whole thing!”
- “I suspect I’m crazy, with a capital and sideways Z that’s also flipped upside-down.”
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Her vague answer was given a wide grin and a small nod as the chef pushed himself into standing. Sanji understood that some weren’t keen on admitting they wanted or needed food, but that wouldn’t stop him from whipping her up something delicious. He was told by the tanuki reindeer to keep it simple, that giving her something light might benefit her more than a heavy, hearty meal ( at least for now. )
“I’ve got you covered, cutie-chan~ Don’t you worry.” With little reluctance, Sanji disappeared from Chopper’s office and into the kitchen. The room became stiller and quieter after he left; the only sounds now being the rolling of the wheels on Chopper’s chair and his thoughtful humming.
Examining her and measuring the damage done to her didn’t take long. If it weren’t for his crew getting into heated scraps and coming to him after every fight, he would have never gained the practice he needed to do check-ups in a timely manner. The treatment, however, would take much longer. In fact, he was still in the process of wrapping her up when Sanji knocked and poked his head into the room.
“Almost done?”
“Yep! Just a few more bandages, and she should be good.” Chopper finished tying off a length of cloth and looked up at her with large, round eyes. “None of these feel too tight, do they?”
Sanji really was a cheerful and upbeat sort of guy, wasn't he? Ethyl watched him rise to his feet and briefly watched the exchange between him and Chopper. She'd even begun to close her eyes again--
--but hearing that odd nickname caused her to snap one eye open. 'Cutie-chan?' She wasn't cute. That description sounded too little kiddish. This time, however, she controlled herself, rather than uttering her present blunt thoughts. Sanji left the room, and Ethyl turned her attention to the little doctor.
He really worked well; quickly, efficiently, and paying close attention to detail. Rather impressive, and in Ethyl's quiet mental opinion, probably better than most human doctors. Even the way he wrapped her wounds was careful and near-perfect.
Ethyl had practically forgotten about Sanji and the promise of a meal, until he appeared again. Hearing his voice, she turned her head and glanced at him. In lieu of a smile or wave, she simply pursed her lips and nodded slightly, acknowledging his presence.
At the doctor's question, she returned her attention to him, meeting his eyes.
"No, they feel--great, actually," she answered. "You're like--surprisingly more capable than most human doctors I know."
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Ghost riders in the sky
Shaking his head to respond to her he was still on his guard. “Not clear enough, It seemed like a man but….friking fog is giving them a cover, whoever it is “ deciding to take a risk he took a deep breath.
“Listen you go to the front and see if you can spot anything im going to use my stand and try to corner them from back, that is if they are still there “ he mumbled already prepairing to summon his stand in Act 3 form. Making it easier for him to come from different angle then backdoor he might have better chance to catch them.
“If I dont come to our horses in 2 minutes well…assume the worse in that case “
Ethyl pinched her mouth to the side, her gaze wandering back to the window. Oh, so Johnny had smashed it. Now that she thought about it, she'd been sure she'd heard shattering glass.
Quietly, she noted the fog outside. Had that been there before? This town was sketchy as all hell, but she couldn't seem to recall a fog. Was this the work of a Stand user, by chance?
She returned her attention to Johnny, listening to his words and nodding slowly. Despite the last and somewhat darker line he'd tacked on, she merely shrugged.
"Sure."
Ethyl carefully lowered her supplies and placed them on the ground. She could always return and collect them later; for now, they had a bigger problem to worry about. With her Stand activated and her sword arm raised, Ethyl approached the front of the store.
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Ethyl kept her gaze focused and fixed ahead. She ignored the pain in her right arm, and now that she'd transformed her left, she was ready to go.
Running in blindly might not have been the best move. She quietly reminded herself to be on the alert as she moved. The worst possible thing that could happen now was Gloomy Sunday landing a hit on her other arm. Certainly, it would make battling much more difficult.
The man had summoned his Stand, and Ethyl took a moment to observe it. It remained in place, oddly enough. It hadn't even moved to defend an impending physical blow. What could it possibly--
Oh.
The next thing she knew, the pain in her arm had dramatically heightened. It almost stopped her right in her tracks. With a pained shout, Ethyl continued rushing forward.
She couldn't pause now, not even if her damn arm was in so much pain.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ethyl realized that Diego had also begun to rush toward Gloomy Sunday. The corner of her mouth curled ever so slightly, into a tight attempt at a smirk.
They had him now.
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If my jokes offend you:
- I’m sorry
- It won’t happen again
- 1 & 2 are lies
- You’re a pussy