Fun exists... maybe?

Rper who has been doing this for about 6 years. Usual rules apply. I’m somewhat picky and very slow. Useful tags: #character-profiles: Any muse bios. New bios to come as needed for existing characters. The tags for each character are located on their bio pages.

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My muse cannot lie ! Send :

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💓  - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them.< ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂-  For  one of the wrost mischief they did. ₪ -  For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎  - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing.

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Outbound

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“That is definitely an… interesting take, though please don’t beat up my poor ship. I don’t have inhuman reflexes, so the 1851 Navy will have to do.”

“Honestly, I’ll have to run for the hills. I don’t like this at all, I’m much more the type to stand and fight, but I only have six bullets and she has two dozen goons. So I’ll have to tuck tail and run, and give up on the hope of being the first to transit the Atlantic both ways solo.”

“Well I just hope that at the very least they’ll be too busy coming after me than going for you. I wish you all the best getting away from me, her and any of this sordid business.” The doll shrugged her shoulders giving her gears a once over in human like stretching of muscles. She had no idea the hatchet had a clockwork beetle in her hands, a terrible weapon against an automaton. It was a fear in the future she’d never expect.

“Miss Mordred? When we get to York, please don’t bother landing. I’m going to use a a chain to get down, if you don’t mind please snap it off after I land. That way you can make a quick get away as they’ll see me leave before they’re ready, If you don’t mind that is?”

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“I’ll do you one better... How well do you think you could hit the ground running? I slow the old girl down to 10 miles an hour, let you down a chain at ground level, and just keep moving.” The smog and skyline of York were quickly making themselves apparent, the spires of the old churches barely visible above all the steam and smoke. As a result, Mordred guided the airship to rise in anticipation of the hotter, thinner air.

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Routine

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Yomi bent down, still in the clothes she went to sleep in, and attempted to shake the other girl awake. While her figure was more impressive in the dawn light, she was too tired and too without caffeine for that to stop her. “Meiling, come on, time to greet the day and get to work.”

Everything seemed nice and fine, Meiling stirred a little when Yomi approached her, but upon hearing her voice the guard leapt into action. Or inaction. Reaching up to squeeze and pull Yomi down into her thinly covered chest, hugging her for a bit as she rolled over with the girl in her arms. Mumbling something about having 5 more minutes to sleep.

And 5 minutes she’d have, undeterred from her rest. She hugged and snuggled Yomi for 5 more minutes before slowly releasing the girl as she stretched, unaware of what she had done.

“Whaaaa morning Yomi, ahh my head hurts a little.”

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Being that close to a very beautiful fit woman, having her face pressed into the warm soft flesh of another for several minutes had turned Yomi as red as the hakama she often wore. She was able to get up, admiring Meiling’s muscles as they grew taught while stretching. No! No! She was a guest, one that was helping her out! It would be disastrous if she started getting thoughts that could ruin this current relationship. She attempted to stuff them down, but to no real avail. As such, she could only blurt out “Morning!” in the blink of an eye.

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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Routine

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Definitely not helping anything. Yomi continued to have distracting thoughts about her guest as she fitfully attempted sleep, finally getting it over an hour later. When she woke up, she would be a very groggy shrine keeper.

Meiling would still be sleeping, it was a long journey yesterday after all, laying there, the covers pushed down from being too warm. Just laying there, thin white top, simple underwear, and muscles. 

Her futon laid across so that the other would either need to step across or wake up her to get out of the room. The red head mumbling just a little thank you in her sleep, as if still thanking Yomi for the hospitality. 

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Yomi bent down, still in the clothes she went to sleep in, and attempted to shake the other girl awake. While her figure was more impressive in the dawn light, she was too tired and too without caffeine for that to stop her. “Meiling, come on, time to greet the day and get to work.”

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Outbound

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“Sure.” Mordred looked through her coffers, and found about 17 shillings in all. She handed them to the doll, not even wanting to ask why the doll would want a coin purely on size.

“Thank you, I use them as weapons. Cheaper than a bullet and more subtle than using a gun.” To prove her point she flicked a coin up and down in her fingers perfectly, stopping only to catch one on the edge flawlessly. Then with a quick snap she flick a coin with inhuman speed at a back wall letting it ricochet loudly right back into her hand. “Much quieter than a gun, less deadly too no?” Impressive even if it wasn’t as deadly as a gun?

“When we get to York, will you really just run for the hills as they say?”

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“That is definitely an... interesting take, though please don’t beat up my poor ship. I don’t have inhuman reflexes, so the 1851 Navy will have to do.”

“Honestly, I’ll have to run for the hills. I don’t like this at all, I’m much more the type to stand and fight, but I only have six bullets and she has two dozen goons. So I’ll have to tuck tail and run, and give up on the hope of being the first to transit the Atlantic both ways solo.”

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Routine

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Meiling was rewarded for her effort with an even redder face on Yomi, clearly flustered, embarrassed, and a little bit something else. “Th-Thank you for your assistance, Meiling,” she said as she was laid down on the bed. “There’s a futon rolled up in the closet, feel free to use that.” She couldn’t get the feeling of Meiling’s soft flesh out of her mind. It was going to take quite a while to get back to sleep. On the upside, at least for the moment, the flustered nature was cutting through the alcohol just a bit, stupidity replaced by confusion.

“Is there?” Having safely set her hostess down, Meiling moved to the closet to look. They had hardly made plans for where she was to sleep, and in the moment this seemed fine. Pulling out the large futon without issue and setting it down on the ground. There was a sheet, all she really needed even if it might be a little cold later. She was strong and durable, it would be fine.

“This’ll do, everything else is cleaned so maybe its wise to doze off.” Meiling added, happily removing the outer green top she wore. Probably not helping anything by doing so.

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Definitely not helping anything. Yomi continued to have distracting thoughts about her guest as she fitfully attempted sleep, finally getting it over an hour later. When she woke up, she would be a very groggy shrine keeper.

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Outbound

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“Agreed.” The brief look behind the eyelid showed just how inhuman the other really was. Still very unsettled by such a visceral proof, the pilot would sail to York without another word unless prompted.

“Wh-While you fly us there…maybe..if I might be so bold. Could you give me any of those Albion pennies you have? I’ll trade them for shillings, I just would prefer them as they’re bigger. Quite useful for me you see? It’d be more money for you so it can’t be too bad right?” The doll felt bad, awful in fact she had endangered a human life by merely existing. There might be nothing she could do to help them save just sacrifice herself, but that wasn’t going to happen even with all the money in the world..”

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“Sure.” Mordred looked through her coffers, and found about 17 shillings in all. She handed them to the doll, not even wanting to ask why the doll would want a coin purely on size.

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Mordred was visibly disturbed, a feeling heightened even more than before. Even if the other was artificial, it still made her wretch into a nearby receptacle at the sight of plucking her own eye out. The message afterwards left a different kind of dread. “Fulfill what I was made for… I am not held back like you… What the hell does that mean? Is the Hatchet… like you then?”

There was a quick moment when Matilda looked at the pilot with her eye missing revealing a little of the inner workings further proving her artificial nature. Inside the eye hole was a small to tiny gears layered upon each other and a pair of grasping plates for the eye. Not wanting to disturb Mordred any more the doll put her eye back in after turning away.

“I….I don’t know. Maybe? I mean it might be true I’m not the only one of my kind but I have no idea who she is. I don’t know why she wants me if she is, if they want me for my body why not have her? Do they not know she’s a automaton too? What she means I have no idea, I wish I knew but I don’t…W-We should get to York as soon as possible.”

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“Agreed.” The brief look behind the eyelid showed just how inhuman the other really was. Still very unsettled by such a visceral proof, the pilot would sail to York without another word unless prompted.

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“I appreciate that. I’ll set you down as fast as I can. Actually… nah, probably too risky.”

“As to the airship, if I absolutely must… It’ll still be going home with my tail between my legs, though. If I refuel, I should be able to make it to Hispania no problem, and that should hopefully put me far enough away from that woman. Get the contract for the dismantling, board the first ocean liner available, get out. And pray to God her goons aren’t on the ship. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

“It’s the best I can give to you” she admitted sounding sadden by the whole reveal. “It’s risky but I should have never put you in harms way in the first place.” Shaking her head Matilda sighed informing Mordred “I’ll need to go prepare myself” Excusing herself back to the front back to her bag the doll left the engine room.

And there it was, the eye. A bright blue pupil’d glass eyeball that looked like it was made from sapphire. The message from the inside of her body replayed in her mind ‘Beware Sapphire and Ruby eyes’. Mouthing it to herself she plucked off the pilots console examining it. “Could I…maybe?”

It was another risk but like a gut feeling her clockwork shifted for just a second and even in front of Mordred she plucked her own eye out swapping it with the blue one. Much to her surprise there was, scratched to the inside of the eye was a message, the Hatchet was waiting for the doll to do just that, swap eyes.

No trying to hide it Matilda spoke the message out loud, a chilling taunt. “I will find you. I will pull you apart. I will fulfil what I was made for through the dismantling of your body and mind. I will do everything I can to get to you, I am not held back like you. See you soon.” Quickly the eye was pulled out and cast to the floor to be stepped on, glass cracking under foot.

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Mordred was visibly disturbed, a feeling heightened even more than before. Even if the other was artificial, it still made her wretch into a nearby receptacle at the sight of plucking her own eye out. The message afterwards left a different kind of dread. “Fulfill what I was made for... I am not held back like you... What the hell does that mean? Is the Hatchet... like you then?”

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Routine

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Now the blush wasn’t just from the alcohol. “It’s um… it’s over there… at the end of the hallway.” The thoughts were hard to get out, with the soft body warmth next to her and the strong arms holding her up. Over all the years, she was still a sucker for being held.

“Then leave it to Meiling!” The tall woman directed herself with Yomi’s directions towards her room, unknowing if she had misspoke anything really. She was just trying to help after all, though Meiling had to admit, Yomi was warm and soft to carry. Humming to herself the entire way before reaching the end of the hall.

Leaning forward she squished Yomi against her with one arm to open the door with the other and squeeze on in. Walking on over she peaked around Yomi’s room a little to see what sort of stuff she had while slowly wandering over to the bed to set Yomi down, slowly being key. Yomi was warm after all.

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Meiling was rewarded for her effort with an even redder face on Yomi, clearly flustered, embarrassed, and a little bit something else. “Th-Thank you for your assistance, Meiling,” she said as she was laid down on the bed. “There’s a futon rolled up in the closet, feel free to use that.” She couldn’t get the feeling of Meiling’s soft flesh out of her mind. It was going to take quite a while to get back to sleep. On the upside, at least for the moment, the flustered nature was cutting through the alcohol just a bit, stupidity replaced by confusion.

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Normalcy

A nice, quiet day. Nothing happening, nothing changing, just blissful quiet. These were the days that made moving back worth it. Yomi Fujiwara took her broom and dusted off the pollen that gathered on the steps to the new shrine, looking up for a moment to notice a visitor approaching. While people were once again slowly start to trickle in, a visitor was still a rare occurance. “Welcome to the Fujiwara shrine. If there’s any way that I can be of assistance, please ask.”

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“Oh wow, a real shrine~♥” Millia was practically tingling with excitement at visiting a shrine. Excitement and the soles of her feet blistering from stepping onto sacred ground. “I am like, soooo excited to visit one of these! I’ve never been to one before, oh what are some things I shouldn’t do while here? I don’t want to do anything disrespectful.” Besides like being an undead monster under heavy layers of sunscreen.

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An excited foreign tourist, should be easy enough to deal with. “Well, of course don’t tamper with the wards. They’re meant to deter evil spirits, and are easy to identify by the distinctive Fujiwara ofuda calligraphy. All are hand-crafted and easy to damage as well, so please refrain from touching. Finally, there is a small building deep within the shrine that is fenced in. It is the residence of the local kami, and is only to be opened by those tasked with maintaining it.”

“We’re happy to have you here. If you would like a tour, feel free to ask, but otherwise you may explore as long as you mind the signs and traditions.” Yomi gestured to the small shrine up from the initial gate. Not far away, a halfway cleaned pile of burnt timbers and ash sat next to a single-wide trailer, a very stark contrast from the Edo-period design of the small shrine. That, and the shrine itself seemed to be constructed of very new timber.

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“Don’t you go trying to butter me up~ It won’t work.” Yomi finished her own drink with a satisfied aah~ before staggering up, swaying badly. She drank with oni, that doesn’t mean she could really hold up well. “Alright alright, I might need a little help getting to bed~”

Meiling was quick to her feet, rosy cheeks and all as she gathered their dishes, the drinks, and placed everything on the counter. She could handle it later, but for now it was time to help her host to her bed.

“Here allow me, for more buttering up!” Meiling reached over, not to help establish Yomi but to simply pick her up, the shorter girl scooped up by the strong Meiling and carried along. “You’ll have to point out our room, I don’t know the place after all.”

How nice, being carried like a princess by a strong but soft lady.

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Now the blush wasn’t just from the alcohol. “It’s um... it’s over there... at the end of the hallway.” The thoughts were hard to get out, with the soft body warmth next to her and the strong arms holding her up. Over all the years, she was still a sucker for being held.

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“Stop it~” And the blush deepens. The alcohol probably helps a bit in that regard. It was a normal strength, as the oni always wanted Yomi to drink with them. She learned her mistake after drinking their sake once, when she found herself half-naked deep in an encampment in the mountains. “You’re very welcome, Meiling. It will be time for bed soon, so I should start getting things put away.” 

“No no really. You’re amazing!” Meiling was never one to stop with her praise, she’d lap it on and on because she simply enjoyed doing it. Sharing a drink with Yomi, then another at least she could rest easy know it wasn’t the hyper strong oni sake. That didn’t mean she was immune to feeling a little warm and buzzed.

“Fuwa~” After finishing a drink she’d pop up shaking her head. “No no let me clean up for you! I can put it all away, then if ya want I can take you to your bed!” She wanted to help with anyone, cleaning up the mess before offering Yomi a hand to be helped up.

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“Don’t you go trying to butter me up~ It won’t work.” Yomi finished her own drink with a satisfied aah~ before staggering up, swaying badly. She drank with oni, that doesn’t mean she could really hold up well. “Alright alright, I might need a little help getting to bed~”

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Mordred nodded after listening to the woman’s story. “I can definitely understand such a goal. Everyone wants to know where they come from.” Mordred glanced at the fuel reserves on the ship. “Only enough to make it to Dublin at best… Great. Alright, let’s get you to York, then. We should be there in… about an hour, give or take.”

“I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much trouble” the apologised again feeling that through just a taxi up north she’d put the pilot in more trouble than she could ever imagine. “Please, with the money I’ve given you you could pay someone else to take the ship apart and have it shipped back with you on a merchant man. Don’t take risks on my behalf please.”

“As soon as we land, I’ll make it obvious I’m leaving so they know where I am, that way they won’t have to ask you were I might be going and hopefully leave you alone. The last thing we want is that girl having a use for you, it’d be better for your life if I vanish as quickly as possible.”

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“I appreciate that. I’ll set you down as fast as I can. Actually... nah, probably too risky.”

“As to the airship, if I absolutely must... It’ll still be going home with my tail between my legs, though. If I refuel, I should be able to make it to Hispania no problem, and that should hopefully put me far enough away from that woman. Get the contract for the dismantling, board the first ocean liner available, get out. And pray to God her goons aren’t on the ship. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

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Normalcy

A nice, quiet day. Nothing happening, nothing changing, just blissful quiet. These were the days that made moving back worth it. Yomi Fujiwara took her broom and dusted off the pollen that gathered on the steps to the new shrine, looking up for a moment to notice a visitor approaching. While people were once again slowly start to trickle in, a visitor was still a rare occurance. “Welcome to the Fujiwara shrine. If there’s any way that I can be of assistance, please ask.”

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The Pilot

Mordred Harvey

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Occupation: Pilot

A down on her luck airship pilot, Mordred Harvey is the winning contestant of a competition to see who could be the first to cross the Atlantic solo in an airship. She was successful, but she’d failed to prepare for a problem: going against the trade winds going back. As such, she is now stuck in Europe and plies her trade doing cargo and passenger transport contracts. She hopes to eventually scrounge up enough money to return home.

Mordred’s airship is the Spirit of St. Louis, a heavily modified and customized airship that originally saw as a mail carrier. Her father, a railroad magnate, became one of the early pioneers of commercializing airship travel by offering courier and transport services to remote isolated towns and camps. The Spirit of St. Louis is one of the most capable airships in the world, able to fly faster and farther than most others. Exhaust can be rerouted from the steam boiler to special gas bags, allowing flight higher or with heavier loads than many other ships of its size.