Hole Narrative

cave story multi-muse

[a-caveofmuses]

questions addressed to your muse

tagged by: @determinedbuns

tagging: uhhhh whoever wants to do it??

▌WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“It’s Misery.” She folds her arms.

▌WHAT IS YOUR /REAL/ NAME?

Oh, great. She looks annoyed. “None of- it’s not your business. I don’t go by it anymore for a good reason.” 

▌DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“....I named myself. Felt appropriate at the time. Originally it... wasn’t meant to be serious, just a brief period of rebellion, but....” She sighs and hunches up a little, arms still folded. “It became appropriate.”

▌ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

Sheeee’s blushing a little. “......single....” she mumbles in a very quiet voice. 

▌HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

Momentary embarrassment over, she grins. “If I listed them all we’d be here too long. Hm. I suppose I’m most known for my ability to transform others. On top of that, I can teleport, levitate myself, and summon powerful magic attacks, amongst a variety of other things.”

Yeah, she’s being reeally modest about this. 

▌WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

"They were brown, originally. When I was, eh... cursed, they became a bright red, which faded a little over the years, if I remember right.” The witch pauses. “Once my curse was broken, they- mostly returned to their original colour.”

▌HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOUR?

“Blue.” She points. “A while ago I experimented with dying it green, but it.... didn’t look very good, hah.”

▌HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

Touchy topic. “The only one left alive is my mother.” She practically hisses that last word out. Seems they still don’t have a great relationship. “Unless dogs count as family, in which case there’s plenty of those running around. Though I suppose Balrog might count, he’s been around long enough.”

▌OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

"Dogs. I’ve had some of my own on and off, but being enslaved to a magical artefact doesn’t.... really make you an excellent pet owner.”

She holds up a young looking puppy. “But I decided to try again, now I’m free.”

▌THAT’S COOL, I GUESS. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

"Oh, there’s a long list. Suppose I’ll go with the obvious.” She scrunches up her face. “Being trapped. Following the orders of power-hungry psychopathic - pardon my language - total bastards.” Her fists are clenched.

▌DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE TO DO?

Relaxing a little, she shrugs. “Reading, mostly. Or stargazing, that’s always relaxing.”

▌EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

She laughs bitterly, and leaves it at that.

▌EVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

Misery nods, seemingly unfazed. “Plenty of times. Most of it was following orders, but.... ahaha, I can’t really explain all my sins away with that, can I?”

▌WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“.....what.” 

▌NAME SOME OF YOUR WORST HABITS.

Another long list. “I enjoy- enjoyed hurting others. Which- I’m not proud of that. I’m working on it.”

▌DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

She shrugs. “No, nobody.”

▌GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

Back to blushing. “....”

▌DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

"Hah, no. I taught myself everything- well, everything useful.”

▌DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

That’s a solid “NO.” 

▌DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

"Oh, gods, I seriously hope not. Who would look up to me?”

▌WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“..................nothing.” Nope. Nothing at all. 100% fearless here.

▌WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

"Oh, just my robes, usually. I have a jacket I wear on the surface when I want to, eh, blend in a little more.”

▌DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

This seems to amuse her. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually capable of that anymore.”

▌WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?

"Witch....??” She doesn’t really understand the question.

▌HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

"None of your business.”

▌WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

Hm. She’s about to brush this off as another ‘no’, but she pauses. “Apple pie is nice. If you, uh, cook it properly. Instead of using magic.”

▌FAVOURITE DRINK?

“Herbal tea, it’s quite calming.” Also, ‘borrowing’ flowers from the Mimiga is a fun activity for her. 

▌WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?                                                      

“There’s a few spots on the Island’s outer wall. When I sit there late at night, looking at the stars, sometimes I forget I hate the damned place.”

▌ARE YOU INTO SOMEONE~?

"NOT AT ALL.” She’s bright red.

▌WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR IN THE OCEAN?

"I’ve only ever swam in a lake, of sorts.”

▌WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

coughs nervously 

▌CAMPING OR INDOORS?

"Oh, eh.... camping, I suppose.” Not something she’s given a lot of thought to.

[a-caveofmuses]

((feeling kinda burnt out RP-wise, if you’ve got any threads with me i’m probably not gonna reply for a while, sorry))

[a-caveofmuses]

“Ha, yeah. I’m sure you would’ve!”

Shame they’d both been jumped. At least when Su recovered, they’d have one more fighting advantage on their side.

Picking the Mimiga up carefully, she gave a nod to Curly. “Once we’re out, first thing we’ll do is find that stupid merchant. Maybe we can get some more information, too. Just... conserve your shots, I guess. If it comes to it, you can always kick them.”

She fumbled her phone, cursing under her breath as she almost dropped it and turned off the flashlight. There’d be no time to do it running from the Balrogs, and she wanted to save battery. Who knew when there’d be an opportunity to charge?

“Right, you go first. Shove the door open, that.... might take a few out. Just be ready to run, I guess.”

[a-caveofmuses]

Grateful for Quote choosing to shut up rather then annoy her, she gave him a small nod of gratitude in response. At least watching him try to herd the Colons was somewhat amusing. Distracted, she took a few seconds to respond to Curly, glancing over to where she pointed.

“Oh, I see it...”

She floated up to the ledge, peering down the tunnel. It seemed pretty dark. “Well, I’m not carrying you all up here. You’ll have to climb or something.”

[a-caveofmuses]

Tapping one foot nervously, she rushed over to the Mimiga’s side as soon as she was on the ground. 

“Yeah, yeah, she- she should be.” 

She removed her jacket, placing it over Su. It wasn’t freezing in here, but the dampness wasn’t exactly comfortable, and wet fur wouldn’t help. It would be hard to get out, too, with all the Balrogs outside, so best to make do with what they had.

“Su, god- you had us worried! What the hell were you doing in there??”

Dropping to her knees to better inspect the young Mimiga, she brushed some goop off her for lack of anything else to do. Regretting her initial outburst, she sighed and back-pedalled.

“Okay, right. From the top - you were in this, uh… glass orb thing. In a bunch of goopy stuff, this goopy stuff. Some weird race has invaded the Island an d they eat Mimiga. Grandpa’s gone missing, I got chucked in this jail thing and Curly’s got a chunk of memories removed. Do you- do you remember anything?.”

[quoted-story]

The jacket brought a little comfort from the damp cold. As she woke up more from her daze the Mimiga found herself really wanting to go for a swim or something, whatever this stuff was it didn’t feel that nice sticking to her fur.

“Huh? In where?” She asked, looked up at Letka with a confused glance, “Actually, where the heck are we?” She added, turning to look around at the room.

“Glass orb thing…? Oh, that’s right! There was some weird soap lookin’ thing I’d never seen before, it just showed up out of nowhere when I was gonna head over to your place! That’s sort of the last thing I really remember.”

“Maybe the Balrog knocked her out before sticking her in that thing?” Curly asked with a frown. Yet another reason to dislike those baguettes, “Do you think that orb thingy is some kind of… food storage?”

[a-caveofmuses]

She looked around and shrugged.

“Some kinda warehouse place. It was pretty heavily guarded, but Curly and I got past them just fine,” she bragged. “Even beat up one of the big ones for information.”

It was a shame Su didn’t remember anything, but she reminded herself the important thing was that the Mimiga was okay, and alive and mostly unharmed. We’ll have to find somewhere safer to recover, she thought to herself with a frown. 

“Food storage....?” The realisation hit her. “Oh, crap. Crap. Yeah, I- I think so.”

That settled it. They had to get out of here. There didn’t seem to be any other orbs - or really anything else, besides from rusty old chains.

“Curly, we should move. I can carry Su, you’ll need to be free to shoot things.”

[a-caveofmuses]

Misery didn’t reply, but instead waved one hand at Quote in response, leaning heavily on her staff. Ach, that took more out of her then she’d expected. Maybe the robots would have to find their own way home, if she hadn’t recovered by the time they decided to leave. 

“So we’re-” she squinted around the darkened corridor. It all looked the same, honestly, so she took a guess. “We’re somewhere around the Labyrinth’s outer chambers. Any of this seem familiar?” she asked, glancing towards Curly.

[a-caveofmuses]

Tapping one foot nervously, she rushed over to the Mimiga’s side as soon as she was on the ground. 

“Yeah, yeah, she- she should be.” 

She removed her jacket, placing it over Su. It wasn’t freezing in here, but the dampness wasn’t exactly comfortable, and wet fur wouldn’t help. It would be hard to get out, too, with all the Balrogs outside, so best to make do with what they had.

“Su, god- you had us worried! What the hell were you doing in there??”

Dropping to her knees to better inspect the young Mimiga, she brushed some goop off her for lack of anything else to do. Regretting her initial outburst, she sighed and back-pedalled.

“Okay, right. From the top - you were in this, uh... glass orb thing. In a bunch of goopy stuff, this goopy stuff. Some weird race has invaded the Island an d they eat Mimiga. Grandpa’s gone missing, I got chucked in this jail thing and Curly’s got a chunk of memories removed. Do you- do you remember anything?.”

[a-caveofmuses]

This was absolutely hell. Gods, her reputation was in the trash. Maybe she should just skip ahead and change her name to something stupid like ‘Positivity’. Sigh.

Ah, well. She picked up her staff, readying herself. Four kids, two robots, and herself.... luckily the Labyrinth wasn’t too far away from the Sand Zone. 

It took her a few more seconds then usual to charge the spell, and significantly more energy then she would’ve liked, but it went off mostly without a hitch.

The group was teleported first, whisked away. They reappeared all together few feet off the damp tiles of the Labyrinth, landing in a heap. Misery showed up a few seconds later, stumbling a little as she landed.

“Are we-” she took a moment to catch her breath. “Are we all here?”

[a-caveofmuses]

PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER.

repost, don’t reblog.

– one / name / alias. Eli for both – two /  birthday.  8th July – three / zodiac sign. Cancer [distant sound of crab rave] – four /  height.  5′9 (i think it’s been a while since i measured myself) – five  /  hobbies.  Drawing, and reading mostly, though I do like cooking sometimes. I’ve also been getting into modding. – six /  favourite colours.  Cyan is nice! But I also like some shades of green, and since I’m an edgy teen, black. – seven / favourite books.  too many oh god – eight  /  last song listened to.  Lemon Boy - Cavetown – nine  /  last film watched.  I’m not really one for films much anymore, so I’ll go with last TV show, which was the Good Omens adaptation – ten  /  inspiration for muse(s).  Cave Story owns my entire life right now and I really like Misery, she’s my favourite character, so I use her the most, haha. – eleven  / dream job.  Honestly I have no idea, if we’re talking ‘dream job with no restrictions’, probably something arty like uh... character design? Concept art? – twelve  / meaning behind your url.  Used to be a general multi-muse blog, and my old URL was a-messofmuses, so once I turned it into Cave Story exclusive, well... honestly it kinda speaks for itself.

tagged by: @quoted-story tagging: Aaaanyone who wants to do it.

[determinedbuns]

(Glimpses of the future) Kicks just for kicks!

[a-caveofmuses]

So far her expedition had been slightly fruitful. She’d scattered a bunch of critters, landing with an excited yell in the midst of the group and booting a few of the smaller green ones before she’d had to scramble to her feet and outrun a particularly large blue one. But after that, she hadn’t been able to find any more, or anything else to do, really. She wasn’t exactly quiet, or subtle in any way, and most of the local wildlife had fled or had gone into hiding.

This left the young Mimiga idly kicking her way through a patch of long grass, debating what to do next. Grasstown had a bunch of old abandoned human camps, remnants from the war and even earlier, according to her dad. They were dangerous, full of old and broken machinery and malfunctioning electronics, which sounded like the perfect opportunity for some fun. She’d spent a good part of her childhood squeezing in through broken windows or rusted holes, skills that had aided her in her various jailbreaking attempts.

Mind made up, she was all set to rush off and find some when her sensitive ears picked up a sound. It wasn’t any wildlife she recognised, on closer inspection it sounded... like a person? Whatever or whoever it was, it sounded like they were having fun, and she wanted in!

Trotting off, she was so absorbed in tracking the sound she failed to avoid the incoming girl until it was too late.

“What th-”

SMACK

Usagi was knocked head over paws, the soft grass thankfully preventing any minor injuries.

[determinedbuns]

(Glimpses of the future) Kicks just for kicks!

[a-caveofmuses]

Usagi found herself with a predicament: she was bored. With the excitement of the whole Doctor thing finally wearing off, she’d been mostly spending her days wandering the Island, or at least the ones she could figure out how to get to. With most of the teleporters requiring a basic understanding of human languages to operate, she’d had to rely on finding secret passages between various areas, or, when she was desperate, bugging someone else till they set the location for her. 

This was how she found herself in the Grasstown. Immediately after stepping off the teleporter pad, shaking herself off and having her usual grumble about the dizzy feeling, she began to pad through the caves, enjoying the familiar feeling of grass underfoot. Her home was around here somewhere, she recalled, but she wasn’t particularly interested in finding it. Not with her dad still...

Ah, well. The grass was soft, and, she mused to herself, there ought to be something fun to do. Critter kicking was always tempting, even though, she recalled with a slight wince, it was a bad idea to go after them. Too big to kick.

“Right! Right, let’s go an’ see what’s what ‘round here,” she muttered to herself, trotting off.

[a-caveofmuses]

Okay, well- calm down, she told herself. The Mimiga was still breathing, that was... probably a good sign. She was alive, though unconscious and soaked to the bone from whatever slimy liquid she’d been suspended in. It stank, too, like... Letka couldn’t really put her finger on it. Some sort of vinegary smell. Whatever it was, it was nasty, and she cursed a little more as she brushed a combination of goop and broken glass off her pants.

“Curly, help me get her....” She looked around for somewhere. “Shii...take mushrooms. Help me get her anywhere but here.” There was goop on her phone screen too, which was gross, but it didn’t appear to have affected the device as the flashlight was still on. Picking it up from where she’d hastily laid it on the ground, she backed off, shining it around the room. “Curly! Get up, get Su and bring her.... over here? Yeah, that should work. Over here.”

‘Over here’ was a corner, relatively dry and at least free of glass. Letka shone the torch at Curly and back over at the corner. 

[a-caveofmuses]

The ceiling of the residence was just tall enough for Misery to quickly float out of reach of the Colons and not hit her head. Bah, kids. At least they listened to Quote and backed off.

The place Curly was describing sounded... somewhat unfamiliar, if a little unsettling. But the top of the Labyrinth, outskirts - that was all she needed, really. One of the larger corridors would be suitable for a group this size, and while the outer areas of the Labyrinth were no easier to navigate - and in some parts even trickier - then the inner areas, she knew a few tricks to get through the place without getting too lost.

“Right....” she sighed. Now to actually get there. “Now... clump together a bit more, it’ll make it easier. And it’s just Misery. No need for the miss part.” Gods, that made her feel old.

[ingrid-matoi]

Unexpected Allies ((Closed RP with @a-caveofmuses ))

[a-caveofmuses]

Memorising the names, she nodded. “Momorin’s probably the one Grandpa spoke to, I recognise the name. So that’s... two confirmed alive, at least, and one confirmed maybe insane, maybe just evil.”

Ah, they were getting pretty close now. Not needing to pay so much attention to the landmarks now she knew where she was, she let herself think out loud. “Reckon your dad might’ve kept some of the team around? To help out in his uh, nefarious plans. Or whatever. Unless what, he just straight up killed them? That’s a possibility.... ah, hold that thought. We’re here.”

Around the corner, a small, rusted looking shelter was set into the rocks. The door was locked, but Letka stepped forward and fished in her jacket pocket, pulling out a key, and opening it with a little effort. Inside there was nothing fancy - a basic teleporter station, with a basic PC in the background to program it and a generator to keep the thing running. 

[a-caveofmuses]

“Yeah, maybe....” she muttered. The island was pretty big, and even with her, Curly and her grandpa out exploring most days, they had only covered about a third in total. She’d personally never been deeper in, her grandpa claiming it was too dangerous.

When she’d called the android over she’d expected him to do something sensible like shoot it, or something. Not jump on it. Opening her mouth to tell him off, she quickly shut it and backed away slowly. 

“Curly... you’re gonna have to brace yourself.”

The jerking of the chains from the android’s landing caused a loud snap as the sphere broke off and smashed to the ground in a cloud of glass, rust, slimy liquid and... a small familiar Mimiga girl, groaning weakly. 

It only took Letka a few seconds to process what had happened, but even before that she was racing forward to pull her out of the wreckage.

“Shitshitshitshit- Su! Su, are you okay?”

[a-caveofmuses]

Eager to leave the Sand Zone, she shrugged back, dropping the subject. Despite her claims, if there was an issue the two robots couldn’t handle, she wouldn’t leave them to it. Gaudi were hard to kill but they were easy to scare off magically, a few bright lights or thunder would do the trick.

“Well that’s settled. I’m not taking the teleporter again, so... I suppose I can transport everyone,” she said with a sigh. Travelling up here in the first place, not to mention the battle, though it had been brief, had taken more out of her then she was willing to admit. But the Labyrinth was an easy location. She’d manage. 

Turning to Curly, she continued. “You’ll need to describe the general area, of course. The Labyrinth’s a large place, and we don’t want to be wandering around for hours.”

[a-caveofmuses]

Oh, the Labyrinth. Her favourite place.

Well, it was better then Sand Zone.

“Curly, you- I know you’ve been to the part of the Labyrinth where the Gaudi live. They eat Mimiga, remember? They can even smell when someone’s been around a Mimiga recently.”

Though she’d never experienced this first-hand - most Gaudi she’d talked to claimed she smelt ‘scary’ (and she was still unsure whether it was a compliment or not) - she’d heard about it… mostly from angry survivors of the Labyrinth, sent there by her. But still. It would be tricky, especially with four of the little b- four kids.

“…hope you know what you’re doing. Because I’m not going to step in.”

Probably. Well, maybe if it was dire.