Head in the Clouds

⚜MULTI-MUSE OC RP BLOG⚜

[cloudpools]

⚜ The Tsundere Businesswoman ⚜ The Adorable Writer ⚜ The Dumb Fun Musician ⚜ The Kindhearted Artist ⚜ The Reluctant Magical Girl

⚜RULES

⚜MUSES

⚜WISHLIST

Hi! I'm Abby and welcome to my RP blog established in 2016 (but I've been RPing on Tumblr for longer. Omfg!)!

This is a multimuse, multiship OC RP blog containing 5 Independent OCs and a handful of Intertwined OCs (WIP - See under readmore) penned by me! I'm pretty much open to any and everything under the sun and will often create AUs for my characters to fit whatever setting our characters may find themselves in, so please feel free to hit me up if you're interested in writing together!

Intertwined Muses

This is a cast of characters that have been near and dear to my heart for a long time. I've never shown them to anyone else, so this is very much a WIP as I flesh them out in an RP capacity!

Leo Emeron

[rpwiththelilflower]

Carters correction to this little game they had started made her huff in slight frustration. Madison scanned the area looking around trying to find something carters would like.

He had slightly invaded her bubble of safety only to step back slightly, “n-no, it’s okay…. You can come closer.” An index & thumb reached out to catch a bit of clothing & give him a slight tug back toward her. “Really… it’s okay.” She bit her bottom lip, “it’s just you & I can see everything around me. I don’t feel trapped.”

The painting was held up for display & she couldn’t help but giggle, “I mean,.. as a gift I would keep it. But maybe I would put it in the guest bathroom, on the wall behind the toilet.” The playful tease continued when she stepped back shifting onto one foot, hand on her chin tapping as if in deep thought. “Oh yeah, actually I would definitely think of you each time I saw this. I might even tell people you painted it for me.” She laughed lightly before making moves to leave the book corner.

Only when she passed by, she had to squeeze through the entrance essentially & accidentally rubbing her back shoulders against his chest & her hips past his. It was just a second of contact but enough that her eyes widened in the sudden realization. But to spare herself to embarrassment, she kept walking hoping he would follow, “cmon I think I found something cute for you.”

Not too far away Madison found an area filled w/ old cameras & tvs. She hummed along make to not touch things that she passed. Even if the touching dirtied her hands which made her keep cleaning them to wipe away the dirty.

Madison was so focused on finding him the perfect piece for his home she was growing frustrated (this is what she did all day for work why was she suddenly so lost), she didn’t say she was frustrated but it was in her body language. She leaned in closer to inspect items, would stop, stare at Carter up & down as if she was trying to read him only to turn away w/ those shifty eyes.

She had just about lost hope in her ability to decorate when she glanced at Carter one last time. Her hands on her hips, weight shifted to one food, squint in her eyes, then….

Sh saw it…

Behind Carter, just above his head.

A wide smile grew. “Found it!” She giggled & walked right up to Carter, the height difference becoming even more apparent w/ his boots on. Then she pointed up, “seems fitting for us.”

On the wall behind him, an old vintage elevator floor dial. It was dirty gold, looked neat & wasn’t in too bad of condition.

“Cute?” She asked even though. Second ago she was confident that was the missing piece for carters home.

[cloudpools]

Another huff, another quip and another casual touch. Carefully, he guides her with his hands to make sure she didn't bump any corners or knock anything over. In their search he'd had to duck under some of the low hanging light fixtures, all the while keeping his eyes peeled for what he'd be getting for her.

Madison was faster.

"For us, huh? Moving in already?" Carter's eyes follow her finger to the antique dial. It was an easy reach for him, so he pulled it down, inspecting the piece in his hands. "Heavier than I thought it'd be, but I like it," And he really did. "I used to paint stuff like this back in college. Really enjoyed being meticulous and getting every detail. There's something so satisfying about finishing a hyper realistic painting after a week straight of work." It made him feel nostalgic, thinking back on all those assignments that he complained about.

“Here we go! Over here,” he smiles, leading her to a corner of the barn marked for craft supplies. It was surprising that the shop had any sort of organization to the chaos. And then he spotted it, pulling it out of a pile of older tools, along with a ten pound bag of miscellaneous rhinestones. “A bedazzler. Probably not what you were thinkin' I'd pick, but it feels right," he smiled, shrugging." Now I expect you to get creative with this thing, and customize a couple outfits or two, and I wouldn't mind ya doin' some for me. I'll give you some stuff. Or better yet, we can have a little art night.”

[tenkoseiensei]

' hmmm ? ' NDA ? the heck was something like that ? its head innocently tilts and a quizzical moment's taken , until --- oh . so it meant the other wouldn't be talking . ' nara , huh . ' a smile , the atmosphere robbed of its tensions by its sore lack of threat , even in the face of a razor sharp naginata and equally sharp eyes . ' never heard a' ya ~ you prefer nana or rara , then ? hey-hey , and a grade 4's still kinda low , ain't it ? '

a laugh ; if only she'd been a color ! maybe then it'd have expressed a proper interest in exchange for obtaining valuable answers , but for now even a grade 4 would have to do . the closer towards the highest upper echelon , the better . surely tucked away into a nest or wing there would be something , someone , some way to impress and earn the approval of who it was supposed to .

until that day of discovery came , the backstreets had suddenly become its unruly territory , but all these annoying little hornets and their obnoxious demands and expectations were perpetually dragging it right down . ' listen , ' a hop and an unnervingly close stare . the abnormality casts its gaze straight into the other's , without even the slightest fear for itself . ' you've got the wrong guy . i'm not him . i tried tellin' the hornets too , but they called bullshit an' just wouldn't behave . even after i killed 'em , the rest kept throwin' a fuss ! and now there's you . we gonna hafta fight , too ? i wouldn't do it , y'know . i've gotten real good at it lately . grandfather'd be proud . '

[cloudpools]

Their words pricked at her though her face did not betray the irritation bubbling behind her stoniness. It wasn't until it laughed that there was a slight twitch to her eye, lips still pressed into a stern, flat line. "I prefer Ms. Branth." Did that really matter? No. But she felt it necessary to respond to their unnecessary comments with something sharp. A demand for respect.

Perhaps she should've just let her blade answer...

Holding her position firm, Nara focused on the abnormality's movements. Erratic, jovial, disorderly. Everything she hated in the City. The very existence of such a thing was in and of itself an eyesore. How lucky she was to be given the opportunity to dispose of it.

"I'm not him."

The moment the words left it, a switch is flipped in the woman. "If you are not the Hornet leader then I have no reason to cut you down. I will let the Sweepers collect the garbage left out." Disengaging, she stands tall, serious, grip on her polearm relaxing as she rested the butt of the weapon on the ground. "But if you have been disguised in their ranks, then you must have information. How many soldiers are in their ranks? Where is their headquarters? Who is the actual leader if not you?" The barrage of questions comes without so much as a breath in between, Nara glancing at her watch like she didn't even have time to wait for their answer. Even outside of T Corp's nest, it'd become a habit to watch the clock.

[heartbloomd]

Holly recovers from the shock easier than most would, presumably, and Junior spends the duration of the interview loitering idly around the shop, bored out of his mind. It's an interesting conversation, to a degree, and he can tell how passionate both women are about the subject—-which doesn't stop him from pulling out his phone and doting on all the virtual cats he's collected in his various games.

Afterward, he expects a confrontation and doesn't attempt to avoid it, simply resigns to his fate and allows her to shove him against the alley wall... after a quick glance to affirm that it's gum-free. That'd be gross, and he doesn't want to ruin his coat.

"Uh... I don't know who ya are?" His brow furrows in confusion, though he has a guess: she's someone (or something) involved in the supernatural, and his little trick caused no small amount of suspicion. "Aside from someone I spilled a latte on."

He raises his hands in a halfhearted attempt to placate her. If he was a threat, would he really help her out like that? Wouldn't he use his power on her to lure her somewhere else?

"I'm no one special, an' t' be honest, I have a headache after all'a that, so I'd appreciate if ya don't rattle me around too much."

The ache is dull and easy enough to ignore, though he knows it'll linger for a day or two—-and he isn't used to being in pain. At least it was a minor illusion on an average, unsuspecting human; a more difficult task would've caused more of an issue.

Either way, he's starting to remember why he rarely uses this ability.

"This fool may be ignorant," a new voice joins the conversation, footsteps echoing down the alley as a forms shifts amongst the shadows, "but I know who you are. But rest assured: you won't stand in my way for long."

Junior looks over, squints into the darkness, then sighs. What now?

[cloudpools]

Holly is understandably skeptical at his claim of not knowing who she was. Weirdos and monsters seemed to be able to sense her too, but much like her, they weren't always able to pinpoint exactly where the off-putting feeling came from. That, and they were almost always extremely dumb. Causing chaos to draw her out seemed to be the surefire method most of them came up with...

But this guy had... helped her???

Releasing him, she takes a step back, confusion etching itself into the wrinkling of her brow. What was that saying about making assumptions? Now she sounded like a lunatic! But he'd been the one to casually use his powers... "I'll rattle you however much I want until you-"

For someone who was supposed to keep her identity a secret, Holly was pretty terrible at it. Especially when it came to her enemies... And so what? Whether they knew who she was or not, she'd have to kick their ass anyway! At least she'd done a good job of hiding this from her friends and family... Wasn't really hard when there wasn't really time to see them all that often...

Turning to face the shadows where the familiar voice echoed, Holly grabbed her phone. "Oh great! YOU! I do not have time for all of this bullshit! Today was supposed to be my day off!" Without thinking, the magic swelled around her, the charm on her phone being used as the focus for her power. An uncontrollable urge compelled her to speak the necessary spell. "IRIS BLOOM!"

In a burst of light, Holly was swallowed by the bulb of a flower, latte stained outfit bursting into a light lavender mini ball gown. Frills and lace spilled out, hair tying itself up into twin pigtails, the flower blooming as she stepped out, a quick wave of her hand summoning her trusty scepter. Striking an embarrassing pose against her will, her face flared red remembering Junior was still with her.

Turning her attention to him for a moment, purple gaze sharp, she points the scepter at him menacingly. "Don't move. I'm not done with you!" And she was off, charging into the dark with her inhuman strength and speed.

[cloudpools]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[cloudpools]

⚜ @dcviated

It'd been a week and he hadn't contacted her yet. Nara was waiting and ready to give a report about her run in with the Rider, about the collected energy from that day, but the line to Sephirus was quiet. Perhaps he'd already been informed of her failure... Maybe he was determining her punishment... Maybe this had been her last chance and he'd given up on her.

Absentmindedly, she reached for her mug of coffee, freshly brewed and brought to her by her secretary that morning. Taking a sip, her face soured. What was supposed to be piping hot liquid was now ice cold. It tasted like sludge, and she looked at her hand to find frost marking the ceramic handle. My powers have gotten... harder to control... she thought, reaching into the top drawer of her desk and retrieving a pair of light gloves and slipping them on. Nara had been experimenting, and it seemed if things didn't make direct contact with her skin, they remained unaffected.

A curt IM is sent to her receptionist about bringing her a fresh cup before she was out of her plush chair pacing her private office. How should she proceed? What should her next steps be? Without realizing it, she'd reached into her purse and pulled out her camera, flicking through the photos she'd taken until she found the one of the Rider.

Or at least, what should have been him.

Where he stood, there was naught but a smudge, as if he'd moved at the perfect moment for the picture to be ruined... The only thing she had left was his face in her memory. "Damn it all..." she curses under her breath, stopping in front of the floor to ceiling windows that made up one entire wall of the room, looking out at the city. "He could be anywhere..."

[cloudpools]

⚜ @dcviated

Well... that announcement was sobering.

Darla remembered why she tried to avoid these meetings. Most of 'em were a waste of time. Just a buncha old dudes ranting about money, critiquing her abilities, and lecturing about... stuff. She never really paid attention, but at least they had things to play with and snacks to eat in the cramped conference room. So when they stressed it was imperative that she actually be present for this one, Darla had already made a plan on how she was going to spend the hour.

What she hadn't expected was to be removed from the project.

Brown eyes found Amber immediately, hamster running on overdrive. Did... did she know about this? For the first time, the pilot was listening, and the big wigs were talking like she'd been tested and failed...? When the hell had that happened? "This is bullshit..." she mumbles first to herself before slamming the table and standing, staring at Amber all the while. "AMBER. THIS IS BULLSHIT. SAY SOMETHING! TELL THEM! Tell them that no one will be able to operate Biff like I can. Me and whatever that bot is are linked now. Tell them!"

[fallesto]

For the moment he listened to her with the rapt attention of a scholar dissecting scripture—head slightly cocked, lips parted mid-breath. His fingers still hovered near her throat where her pulse thrummed against his fingertips like a trapped sparrow. For a moment, the alley seemed to hold its breath; even the floating debris paused mid-tremble. Then his eyelids fluttered. Once. Twice. A slow, reptilian blink.

“Hm.”

He raised one pale finger—perfectly manicured, impossibly light—and tapped it against Nara's forehead with the delicacy of a child poking a soap bubble. The contact lasted no longer than a heartbeat, yet the effect was instantaneous. Her pupils dilated violently, the sword slipping from her grip before it even clattered against the ground. She crumpled forward like a marionette with severed strings, her body folding at the knees, then the waist, until her face hovered mere inches above the ground—suspended there by the crook of his arm.

As he scooped her up into his arms, holding her like she was nothing, like she weighed nothing to him, as she did for this moment, as he turned on his heels. He had what he wanted, he gained what he was seeking, she was a little rough around the edges, feisty as well, but he has had worse brought with him back to his land, she only needed time, and time for him, was something he had complete and utter control over in each and every single aspect.

He would take her back then with him, to his kingdom. His cultists would deal with the mess left behind, anyone who saw her or him, were put to the sword, slaughtered without so much as a care within the world, as he brought her to his tiny kingdom, into his castle and through the endless hallways and doors all the same, until he found the room he was seeking, for her, the latest wife to be to his never ending collection.

His wives would strip her, wash her and dress her in a nightgown for bed as he left, to pray and to laze around on his golden throne like the king he was. As she would be carried into her bedroom, and placed into bed, head on the pillow, blankets pulled up and over her, and left there alone, in warmth, luxury and silk, no matter how much he had it decorated and displayed, it was nothing more than a golden cage, and he had her placed, right in the middle of it for when she awakens.

[cloudpools]

The touch to her forehead was delicate, yet explosive, consciousness leaving her so quickly, that just before falling forward she'd thought this was the end. How embarrassing... Going down without so much as even a semblance of a fight. But there was something wrong with this man... Something... Otherworldly. How unfortunate it had been to cross his path...

Waking from her long slumber, Nara groaned, eyes fluttering open. It took her a moment to regain her bearings, but upon finding herself tucked into the plush bed of the ornate room, none of which she'd found familiar, a cold chill ran down her spine.

Her hair was down, which would have been unusual in and of itself, but the fact that the long, black strands were brushed and silky, framing her face and figure was even more off. The scent of perfume and soaps wafted from her skin, churning her stomach from how overwhelming it was to her nose. Throwing off the comforter, blue eyes widen when she found herself in a simple silk gown. Where was her armor? Her weapons?

Who had undressed her?

Face flaring bright red with a mix of embarrassment and rage from the implications, she was out of bed, stumbling for a moment, head still light. "My things must be somewhere..." she mumbled, massaging her temple before beginning her search, ripping open every drawer and cabinet to no avail. It felt vulnerable to be without her uniform... To be stripped of her most prized possession: her sword. It reminded her of the times she'd been with her father, before she'd taken on the title of knight.

Nara would not stand to be caged again.

Getting nowhere fast, her eyes fall on the door, wondering if it was open and if she could continue her search and ultimately, make her escape.

[heartbloomd]

Pyrrha has seen the other in passing a few times now, but until today, has never had the chance to stop and make conversation—-always rushing from one place to another. Thus, she seizes the opportunity, and the modesty is expected; many people find it difficult to accept compliments, after all, and she simply prepares to assert herself.

But the introduction grinds her brain to a halt.

It's not a common name by any means. She could've gone the rest of her life without hearing it spoken from a stranger's lips. Her smile tightens just a fraction, and a couple of her fingers twitch, though she overall manages to keep her reaction internalized. All her practice to hide her emotions pays off from time to time.

"We can both be beautiful!" she chirps. To her own ears, the words echo as if spoken in a hollow space. "And my name is Pyrrha. You know, people with a y in their name are the coolest—-it's a scientifically-proven fact, so you can't deny it!"

[cloudpools]

"I- I think th- that's a c- compromise I- I can m- make..." Smiling softly, Blythe swayed. Though naïve and easily duped, the redhead had also become quite the empath in her short existence. It was more for survival than anything else. Recognizing others' emotions was important just in case they snapped on her. There was nothing Blythe wanted less than to turn around and be the one who unintentionally snapped back at them... That never... ended well... So Blythe's gaze became heavy, wide, emerald eyes trying to discern the most subtle of cues. It was obviously her own fault, and she wanted to make it right since Pyrrha had said such kind things...

But looking more closely, she realized something.

"O- oh wait... I- I k- know you!" It should have been embarrassing realizing she'd recognized this stranger so late into the conversation. But Blythe was ecstatic. So much so that she was already flipping through her notebook, until she found the unlabeled page about the girl she'd seen on her nighttime strolls. Uncapping her pen, she titled the page Pyrrha. Admittedly, she'd spelled it wrong before the comment about people with y's in their name. "Y- you a- always l- look so busy... I- I'm not b- bothering y- you a- am I?"

While she was genuinely worried about wasting Pyrrha's time, it was also the perfect way to subtly rectify what she'd done wrong.

[dcviated]

"I see..." Where she's meant to be? Curiosity is further stained with concern, but he said it himself that it was not his place to judge. She surely had a valid contract to be here. Or came of her own volition as may be the case. To pity her may be an option. As an angel in service to those offices- it was his heartfelt wish for humanity to attain that sanctuary and maintain their souls.

...there's a reason that some could see the under bureaus as larger.

"This weapon is part of my station. Would you not expect a knight to carry a sword? The times have certainly changed." Ezell makes a small chuckle. Time already a messy concept when it came to the planes- whether the high or low or material. "But I would say that some of my assignments can be dangerous. I'm reluctant to have to use this weapon, but there are times when it becomes necessary to do so. Whether in defense of myself. Or others." Suffice to say- many a fiend that went against the law or took matters into their own hands when hunting in the material plane found themselves at the end of the shining barrel.

"Rest assured. I come with no preconceived motives to cause anyone alarm. I'm confident your master and I can engage in civil discourse to resolve the matter at hand." He remarks with a warm smile. If there was ever an angel with the patience to do so, it was likely Ezell Pastore. Some of his compatriots and fellow enforcers of the agreements between the planes were less kind.

Even if Ezell had a natural distrust (bordering on distaste) for the fiends, they nevertheless existed and had their place in the universe at large. And this operation of contracts and regulation was preferable to what had previously been all out war prior.

Though it made for a lot of paperwork...

"Miss Blythe. Is there something amiss down that hall?"

Apparently. Ezell knew which way he was going. Which stood to consideration if he'd had prior business in the manor before. Angels were rare in the under bureas. The opposite an impossibility. And now, standing at the intersection between the wings of the manner, he looks in the direction of the archfiend's study.

[cloudpools]

So he didn't like to use the gun, but he had it just in case? To protect himself or others? That in itself was enough to put the ward at ease, solidifying her perception of Ezell. And just like that, Blythe's gauging of his intentions lands on 'good'. Especially when he spoke well of Zeyrfial. "Y- yes! Ze- Z- M- Master is f- firm b- but f- fair! I- if you're j- just here to talk, then everything w- will b- be fine."

Blythe smiled, the mere mention of the devil that had saved her life enough to have her bubbling over with reverence. Now that they were at the literal crossroads, it was easier for her to make the decision to continue on without diversion. "I- I don't th- think th- there's any t- trouble, b- but w- we can see. Th- that's the way t- to Z- M- Master's office!"

But she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty...

"A- and I- I'm sorry. I- I h- have to a- admit th- that I was a- asking you th- those questions to make sure y- you w- weren't h- here to... do a- anything drastic..." Face flushing, she peeks at Ezell. "B- but I- I know f- for s- sure n- now, a- and I- I w- won't b- be s- stalling a- any longer!" All this talk about him not judging her only for her to be the one judging him? It left her feeling worried that maybe now she'd soured their potential friendship. So to make up for it, she put a bit more pep in her step, tucking away her journal into her sleeve.

It didn't take long before she stood at Zeyrfial's study, heart thrumming. She fidgeted for a moment, trying to make sure her appearance was as perfect as possible before she raised a hand, lightly rapping on the grand doors. "Z- M- master? I- it's Blythe." Like he wouldn't already know. "Y- You have a visitor. M- Mr. Ezell Pastore. May w- we c- come in?"

[rpwiththelilflower]

“So cute.” She commented back occasionally glancing over her shoulder to look at the baby a few more times before it was out of site. She hadn’t grown up around kids herself, Infact she was always the kid in group settings. They looked cute, but she wouldn’t know what to do w/ one.

Soft hands folded behind her back as she cautiously stepped into the building. Being in a new place was a bit scary & she did a double take on Carter as if she wasn’t sure he’d actually follow her through the doors. Her eyes almost asking for permission to walk further in.

But the moment he was at her side again & she took in the vast space filled w/ treasures, she was gasping. “Really??!” Her little feet shuffled her along the floor to get to the nearest item in arms length. “You don’t have to buy me something, you just spending time w/ me is so sweet.” She bent down picking up a little gnome holding a little flower. A series of ‘awwws’ & several pouty faces washed over her face before she set it down carefully.

“What do you like?” Madison asked finally turning to Carter. They had made their way through a bit of obstacles which involved her over stepping large times & wiggling through others because she insisted on squeezing into tight areas to touch things. Now she had them in a little square space surrounded by old books. Her back pressed against the wall & her toes danced in anticipation to have more of his attention.

It wasn’t intentional; the look in her eyes. There was risk in her enjoying herself too much. But she couldn’t help it. Carter was nice to her. And he was tall. And fun to look at. And did she mention he was nice to her? Oh, & best of all… he wasn’t scary. She felt warmth radiating from him, not coldness like she felt from Zach. Just being in the company of eachother felt safe. “So you wanna give me a few hints on what you like? I didn’t take the full tour of your place. And I don’t think you saw much of mine.”

“You look like you have good taste… so, I don’t think you’d pick something ugly amidst my pink decor.” She smiled up at him giving her nose a crinkle.

[cloudpools]

He'd thought it was fun to watch her on the walk here. But now, seeing Madison inside the barn filled with bits and bobs prime for discovering? The smile on his face grew wider, warmer. What would she see? What would she pick up? What kind of comments would she make? It all interested him.

He tried to keep close behind, but there were some spaces much too small for him to fit into, so he opted instead to watch her over some of the shelving and bookcases, meeting up with her on the other side of crevices she'd squeezed herself in and out of.

"I feel like asking me is cheating. I don't want something I'd like. I want something you think I'd like."

When she stopped at the book nook, he stepped in, only to take a step back. "Sorry. Forgot you don't like closed spaces." Though she didn't have any problem with him comforting her in the elevator before. And this wasn't exactly closed off... But just to be safe, he gave her some room.

"I look like I have good taste, huh?" he snorts, absent mindedly running a hand through his hair. "I feel like that's a bit of a challenge. You tellin' me you wouldn't keep this forever if this is what I picked?" An old painting was propped against the bookshelf. It was supposed to be a dog? Maybe? But it was obviously painted by someone who'd never seen a dog in their life. "Though I don't know how I'd feel if every time you saw this you thought of me..."

[orderbourne]

The monster could tell that it was outmatched. The two riders had beaten it down with no hope of retaliation. Lucky for it, the two of them had knocked it down onto the street, where it had more room to run off and escape. Yes! It would get away from these two and live to fight another day!

...Or so it thought.

From under Jin's feet, a sheet of ice would quickly spread along the ground and latch on to the creature's feet and creeping up it's legs, while miraculously avoiding Holly. The creature that had only moments ago been a threat to everyone in the mall had been left entirely helpless as the Rider duo prepared for their finishers.

"I was going to ask the same of you..." Jin responds in turn, pressing a finger to his belt and reverting back to his original blue form. He squats down into a running position, the mandibles on his helmet opening up as he takes a deep breath and exhales, the air around them growing so cold that the breath visibly exits the vents of the mouthguard.

The man takes the lead, taking a running start and diving right into the firefly monster with a shout. As he collides with it, ice would spread across the creature until it's frozen completely solid and as the other Rider crashes into it, it shatters entirely, leaving their shared adversary in pieces.

Despite the revelation of there being another like him, the blonde merely turns his head back to his fellow Rider, studying her next move. Just who the hell was this..?

[cloudpools]

"You could have opened with that," Holly huffed, trying to catch her breath. Her armor collapses into her belt, another swipe to her phone and the Driver was gone. Hand on her hip, eyes rolling, you wouldn't know that this stylish blonde was the hero if not for the fact that she'd been the one to take out the mutant!

With minimal help...

"Okay. Mask off. Who the hell are you?" It's as if she was reading his thoughts, but really, she was just as confused as he was. Yes, she'd been doing this for a few years now, but never once had there been someone else like her... Did Luca know about this? If so, she was going to punch him the next time she saw him.

"And don't try to be all mysterious or whatever. I already know what you look like under there. And I saw your uniform." Holly wasn't in the mood to play games and hide identities.

[dcviated]

Ah, considering everything that Shayne wasn't so much hiding as he was omitting in his time spent around Blythe. It's not as if he could be offended at the revelation. If such an emotional sentiment were something he experienced normally. The strange girl is simply proving herself to be strange in yet another different way.

Perhaps Elaathug had done something to keep her other side from attacking him? Blythe at another glance didn't seem excessively injured. And his passenger had mentioned holding back in some way. He's pieced some things together. But. He doesn't quite care.

"Okay. So you don't know either." There'd be no answers in this conversation, such was readily apparent. For all the earnest candor Blythe very rarely shared elucidating insights to piece together. But Shayne wasn't in the mood for a puzzle anyway. Or solving it. His own puzzle was quite broken as well. The pieces wouldn't fit. Why solve each other.

She defends herself, same as him. That was the endpoint.

And one he took no issue with. So. He took no issue with her. She even gave him water and a handkerchief. The boy gives no thanks, but does take a long drink before looking between the handkerchief and the stains on his clothing. Comparing them to Blythe's state. Chances as well were the thugs were consumed by the entity. That meant she wouldn't complain for some time.

"I don't know what I feel like doing. This isn't the first time this has happened for me. And since it's not the first for you, either, I'm still confused why you're so scared. You lived, after all. .. Elaathug. Clean her off, too."

Unintentionally it was time for a reveal his own. After lifting his arm with the handkerchief to the girl- A rift between planes tears along his neck. From it a sheer black tendril seeps out out and coils over his limbs before wrapping around Blythe's arms- purging her skin of any lingering blood.

Despite all horrific appearances. The sensation would only tickle.

Several eyes open along the length of the tentacle, peering at Blythe before they disappear from whence they had arrived. This sensation would be far less pleasant. But not enough to drive someone mad as the eldritch were oft want to do.

"Our clothes still need to be cleaned. People will stare." An eldritch spawn was not going to carefully get out stains, after all. But at least he didn't look like he'd bathed in it this time. "I'll follow you."

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Blane had fully intended on killing Shayne. Never had there been such a prime opportunity to be in control when he was around. His presence put Blythe at ease, and without fear, she was often left watching the two together... Brooding. What luck that they'd been accosted on their outing. How unfortunate that Shayne would be caught in her crossfire.

The ending of one of the assailants had been quick, and when she had set her sights on Shayne, he'd taken on... qualities that Blane had yet to discover. Ones that left her slack jawed, staring. The memories were hazy. Intention to kill was easily remembered... But what had happened to get her from that place, to here, back in Blythe's mind, Shayne unscathed?

"I- I- I'm scared b- because... I- I don't w- want you to l- leave m- me. I-" The mention of Elaathug has her tilting her head, confused. "What-" As the void rips open, her eyes widen, standing perfectly still as the tendril slithered over her skin, leaving it spotless everywhere it touched.

Now that should have been something to be scared of.

But Blythe was utterly... delighted. That is, until the eyes opened and stared at her, causing an inexplicable pang in her mind. Not enough to go insane, sure, but enough to leave her incredibly uncomfortable. Blane stared too, remembering the same eyes now, how they had affected her... How it'd been much more threatening then...

A tiny gasp escapes Blythe as Elaathug made their exit, releasing her from the trancelike state, embarrassment replacing the unease. "Th- thank you!" she finally forces out, unsure if the being could hear her when it was sealed away. Sparkling emeralds flick from Shayne's neck to his eyes, many questions bubbling to the surface. But he was right, as usual. They needed to get cleaned up.

"Th- this way..." Relieved he'd stayed, she leads him through a complicated crisscross of various alleys, trying to keep from prying eyes. Blythe was quiet for a long time, thoughts and worries swirling until there wasn't any room inside herself to keep it all. It had to come out.

"S- so h- how did you and Elaathug m- meet? Th- they s- seem n- nice..." She said it as if the eldritch creature was a normal person. It was a genuine question, but would have been silly to most. The most pressing question should have been around what exactly Elaathug was... But of course, the odder the oddity, the more enticed the girl was.

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⚜New Muse Alert⚜

Leo Emeron

BASICS Name: Leo Emeron Age: 22 DOB: 10/05 Height: 6’ 3” THE LITTLE DETAILS Appearance (⚜Visage: Leo⚜): Black hair with red highlights. Athl

⚜ ((I have a cast of characters that I've been developing and writing for decades that I have never shared with anyone outside of my family. Ever since I made this blog, I've contemplated bringing them on board, but was too nervous... Now! I'm doing it! Starting with my beloved, Leo. These characters will be played without icons, and will slowly be released one by one as I morph their backstories and lives to be more generic and work for RP! Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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S.C ---> @cloudpools

Under the cover of night, Jack's mass was huddled in the shadows of a local alleyway. Though his movements were quiet and discreet, the stench coming from his vicinity was overwhelming. However it didn't seem to have any affect on Jack as the man continued to feed.

Jack paused and lifted his head when he sensed the stranger's presence, prompting him to look over his shoulder, observing the other with a look of what could only be described as amusement.

"Pfff. Did your parents ever teach you that it's rude to stare?" The blonde called, lifting his bloodied fingers in a lazy wave. He looked down at the butchered corpse before him, his head tilting while he pondered.

"Or are you hungry too? If you like your meat well-done, you're out of luck, this cut's pretty rare."

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Dealing with freaks had become commonplace for Holly ever since the day Luca had granted her her powers. Monsters, dark arts, world ending schemes. But this? This was... "Disgusting..." she breathes, pinching her nose, trying desperately to keep from getting sick from the stink lingering in the air.

With a wave of her hand, she summons her scepter, knuckles white as the magical girl stared on. "And didn't your parents ever tell you that killing was wrong?" Not the most witty comeback, but if this guy was going to have an attitude...

To an outsider looking in, the scene was utterly surreal. Holly's bright, puffy, frilly, gaudy lavender dress piercing the dark, juxtaposed to the man caked in blood and guts. "Cannibalism isn't really my thing," she starts, striking a pose. "It's my duty to protect everyone in this city from creeps like you..." Let's not think about the fact that she'd already failed. And that this was unlike anything she'd faced yet. Should she have let the local authorities take care of this?

The hair standing up on the back of her neck begged to differ.

It was like a sixth sense, pulling her towards things that were unnatural. Things that only she could deal with. "Maybe you've heard of me? Iris? Protector of the balance? Dinner's over." Magic began to swell in her body as she concentrated, ready to blast him if he tried anything.

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"Whaa~t, it's not like master's some fairytale dragon, you know! He doesn't have any reason to wallow here and sit on all these books and stories! His power is super unique. To convert the soul into a book... means we can read everything that soul knows! Knowledge like that is a powerful commodity, Blythe!"

Malkuth's tone is informative, not sharp or condescending in the least. Like a teacher educating a student or a sibling advising the younger. There are certain details omitted. Like the process involved to curate the soul so it's contents were closer to an article than an emotive novel- the sort of content which Zeyrfial greedily fed upon. But those details weren't super important to the conversation just now.

"People- whether on the mortal planes or other archfiends- offer a great deal for that knowledge, but things do slip through the cracks every now and then. People try to hold onto things for too long. A new book appears that master wishes to add into the collection. Or... well. There's a lot of special cases. Anyway! That's where I come in!"

The warlock nods with perfect confidence. ...Despite the messes her tasks usually entail.

"It's networking."

The word is tacked on with a giggle before Blythe's other line of query is considered. Things to keep an eye out for in the manor?

"Ueh... like... traps or something like that? If you're here with the master's graces, and don't go snooping too many doors. It should be fine. Right? Your focus, it's attuned to him, isn't it?" Malkuth reaches out to gently take the earring gem in her hand before sitting back. "So pretty~ I keep mine here!"

That large tome is called again, and she jingles the several stones that were clipped like charms into the spine.

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Listening carefully, Blythe nods along, absentmindedly pulling out her own notebook and scribbling down the information. After years of carefully documenting everything in her life, it had become habit, and a form of self soothing. It made perfect sense that information was valuable, Blythe herself collecting as much as she could so she too could use it for her own gain. The fact that she had so much to learn after her time in the manor only made her more excited. Where some may be embarrassed by their progress, Blythe was ecstatic that there was still progress to be made.

Though there was the nagging worry in the back of her mind of what her fate would be once she knew all there was to know... But hopefully that day was far off.

"I- I hope th- that I c- can b- be a- as useful as y- you one day," A small smile pulls at her lips, impressed by her friend and, now, mentor. Then she realizes the implications of her words and her eyes widen. "N- n- not that I'll e- ever g- get c- close! B- but I'll w- work h- hard, i- is what I m- mean!"

The mention of door snooping gives her a start, and Blythe flinches, eyes flicking around before falling on Malkuth, her touch to the earring comforting. Emerald gaze looks over the gems on the summoned tome, gems matching the one in her earring... The ones in Ukolai's mine... The ones adorning Gurin's person... Blythe's face flushed further, guilt and worry wracking her from the accidental expedition she'd taken a short while ago...

"I- I've been c- curious..." she starts, being careful to choose her words. "Wh- what d- does i- it mean when a g- gem is... a- attuned to Z- m- master?" She lets the question hang open ended. Back then, she'd taken the earring off in hopes that it'd make her untraceable... But maybe that's not how these things worked... Maybe Zeyrfial already knew what she'd done, and that causes her heart to pound, fingers trembling as she flipped and rolled her pen between them.

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