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Multimuse roleplay blog.A mix of canon and oc characters. background made by mun

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Building Your Own Past

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     Watching him, Masaru felt himself relax a bit as well. Someone in a similar spot. What are the chances? Probably decent, but you never know until it happens what might occur. Running into a nice enough guy who doesn’t mind a little idle chatter while traveling might be a bit more rare. Either way, this wasn’t his norm so he wouldn’t know the best ways to do such a task. But it was the journey he choose.

     “Kumamura..” Testing the name on his lips to see if it sounded familiar, he ended up having a small laugh. “Think I went far enough I don’t think I’ve even said the name of the place before. I really have gotten away.”

     It was almost like a joke to be able to say after years of sleep he was fully gone from the local he used to know into brand new winds, new people, and new territory. An amazing feeling, but one with some fear starting to creep in. Fear of not knowing what to do, where to go, and how to build himself. He knew what he wanted, but not how to get it. But that was his own story, his problem. Not this nice stranger.

     “I wouldn’t mind a cup,” his words kinda went short. Warm up? Right. The cold. It was cold. He didn’t even notice, nor did he think about it the way. It wasn’t necessary for him, so why would he notice? “Oh, yeah. It is chilly riding around.” That sounded so forced no one would probably believe it.

     Taking in a sharp breath he looked a little side to side. “I’ll go inside and order a cup, just a sec’-”

     A good cover to quickly inch himself away from an awkward moment. But would going inside and getting a cup give him enough time to think of a good response? Masaru wasn’t sure but he sure was going to try.

    Keisuke chuckled at the small joke and took a drink of his coffee. It was good to see good spirits on this stop on his journey. “Well, it is a smaller town,” he mentioned. “If you’re from the city like me, you probably wouldn’t have.”

The seaborg did notice the slight pause in words after mentioning wanting coffee. The trail of the voice as Keisuke’s words settled more into the other’s mind. He had a suspicion growing in his mind, but he didn’t have much evidence to support it. He smiled a little wider and nodded, trying to pretend he didn’t notice. But, of course, he could feel his body be too stiff, his expression a little too false.

He really needed to get better at acting. “Of course, take your time,” he said, watching the other man enter the café.

He, too, stood up from his seat and headed to his bike. Opening one of the bags, he dug through a few layers of clothes before pulling out a jacket. He carried a spare in the event something happened to his current one. Keisuke could always pick up another and give this one to the stranger. He folded it over his arm and returned to his seat.

Regardless of whether or not his suspicion was correct, the man would need a jacket.

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Is it Business or Pleasure?

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     Pulling down the blinds to the window, Frankenstein felt himself quick to make his way to the door before the bell even rang. This was one person he didn’t want to chance any of the others meeting before him.

     This felt like one person he needed to meet personally and privately and anyone else might just ruin it. Normally he’d think especially one specific person, but maybe any one of them might mess it up.

     One might just get too needy to get information, another might try to goat him into a fight in the middle of his mansion, and who knows what might happen with the others. He felt a small headache form from the thought, placing a small hand on his head on the spot.

     They were great guards and together a wonderful team, but sometimes it was like a giant group he had to keep on leash.

     This was a case when that leash had to be pulled tight, and it was going to be held far from the situation until he knew just what that situation would be. Hearing the door bell, he knew it was soon that it would all come out at him. Deep breath, a small delay to make it not-as-obvious he hurried silently to the door, before opening it with a small bow.

     “Welcome, whom is it I am currently speaking to?” Putting on a butler like persona and putting a ‘who are you and why are you here’ question in the most polite way possible to hide attitude was the best thing he could think of. “Do you have business here?”

     It took very little time for the door to open. Efficient. He respected that of the blond. The persona of being a simple butler, however, wasn’t necessary. He knew approximately how long this particular person had been around for. Geist held back a chuckle as he reached into a pocket and withdrew a business card. It was simple, displaying his name and position. He had them made for meetings like this. He held it out to Frankenstein. “I work with government agency,” he answered, “here to speak to the head of household on matters concerning Ye Ran High School. My name is Geist.”

His eyes stayed locked on Frankenstein’s as he spoke. He wasn’t lying, technically, about working for a government agency. Leader did have hands in every one that existed.

“May I come in?” He placed his hands back into his pockets, keeping his stance relaxed. It would be a clear sign that he was used to these sorts of affairs--if in different circumstances.

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Escaping the GOD of Despondence

Starter for @chooseacard

     Cadis Etrama di Raizel walked along the forest path. Certainly, this had been the way he had gone before, was it not? The trees looked so similar that it must be the right direction to get back to Frankenstein’s home after spending some time with the children. Perhaps he shouldn’t have taken those many turns around the city. The forest might have been a tad bit out the way in reality.

Still, the noble carried on in his journey home. Frankenstein would certainly be fine with him being so late getting back. After all, he would always find his way back home no matter how much time passed.

Raizel could stop for a short while and enjoy the nature around him for a small moment. He rarely spent time wandering on his own, even if it did mean becoming more lost than he already was. The trees in this area grew so well and the pathway was lined with flowers of a sort he had never seen before. It reminded him of his childhood, when things were much more simple.

He then thought of the ramyun Frankenstein would surely prepare him and sighed. The growing soup was such a splendor to witness. Raizel stopped and lowered his eyes to the ground, focusing his gaze on the moss growing on a tree’s roots. He had left the children hours ago. It could be hours still before he gets to indulge in the magnificence of that meal. What a tragedy.

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Longevity

--Starter for @eternityofquon

      How many years had he lived through at this point, he wondered. How many upgrades? How many backups made in order to preserve his memory? Of course, Keisuke knew the answer, which took less than a megabyte of information. He was lucky his memories in general took up such little space overall. Something he could actually thank Keitarou for.

Keisuke breathed in the ocean air as the wind carried it to him. No matter how much time passed him, the cyborg would always find himself where water met land. Sure, his body was built for those waters, but it was more innate than a bunch of mechanical parts. He had always loved the water and what mysteries it held since his youth.

And the sound of the waves and the scent of sea salt, without fail, eased his heart when he found himself dwelling on those he lost. He tightened his fists and leaned closer against the railing, eyes intent on the ocean before him. He would preserve their memories. He would make sure to help make the world into one they would like.

Ryouko. Tachibana. Kiriko. He hoped he was making them proud.

Another breath and he tried loosening his body. He heard footsteps approaching a long while ago and they were only now within appropriate distance. He straightened his back and let his hands grip the railing instead.

“A beautiful day, isn’t it?” he asked, without really turning his head to look at the stranger.

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Time and Time Again

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Solitude. A concept that he embraced ever since leaving Badan. He craved it, really. The others may have accepted them among their ranks, but Ryou Murasame did not wish their company. It was too painful to think about having comrades again so soon.

He assured himself that one day he would meet with them more regularly. Spend some time with the other Riders, but for the moment, he needed quiet. Time to think and process what he’d lived through. Time to figure out the path he truly wanted to take.

He sighed as he walked along the sidewalk. The city wasn’t one he was familiar with, but he figured he could stay there for a while. He could be handy with tools and mechanic maintenance, so he didn’t worry too much with finding a job. The bonus, of course, was the lack of people who would recognize him. He could be left alone to his thoughts.

As he passed an alley, he paused and took a step back. Ryou turned to face the thing that took up the entirety of the space about halfway down. A blue stall, it looked like, sat right in the middle, a stark contrast to the trash bins and bits of litter. “What the...” his voice trailed off.

He could read the text on the box, recognizing it as English. “Police Public Call Box,” he read aloud, titling his head as it baffled him.

This was something that did not belong in a Japanese city, that was for sure.

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Is it Business or Pleasure?

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-Starter for @fishingformuses

     Even though sometimes times were tough, the fights were hard, the hours stressful, it never was something that Frankenstein didn’t feel it was worth it to do until the end. Sure that end meant a lot of fighting. It meant a lot of negative things. It also meant more and more risks for his master and his students. It also simply meant a lot of war hidden from human eyes.

     But war has its costs, anyone who’s fought for their lives knows that. And war continues until it ends. Until one side stops the other.

     The issue was, in this war, he was left to fend his students and the people he considered family from a threat he lacked the knowledge to know where it would come from until it does. Did he wish he knew? Of course he did. Constantly he would do everything in his power to find some kind of hint to where they may strike next or where a base or two might be. A head might show up some where? Better check it out. It was a constant, constant thing plaguing his mind and distracting him at times from things he wished he was doing more of.

     Like trying to find the best and most perfect recipe for ramen!

     Staring out the window of the mansion that was his home, that was the topic once again on his mind. What seasoning should he try this time? Should he try a new cut on the noodles, maybe that is what it was missing? Or maybe he needs to try being more traditional instead of using a machine to build things by a button. Whatever the case, his answers would have to be found another day as his attention was once again pulled from what he desired to what was more important.

     It was in the corner of his eye, or was it just his intuition, something told him there was someone out there. Someone was walking the area around his mansion. The concept alone made Frankenstein protective of his property and those on it.

     Who was there?

     Why?

     They didn’t belong there, whomever it was. They didn’t belong and he was going to make sure they knew it.

Geist surveyed the mansion from the shadows. He had already scoped out the location of the cameras around the building--obviously set up by one who knew the technology. Not that it mattered much to him in the end. The presence of cameras couldn’t stop him from showing up at the house. Of course, not. He was there for a mission.

Not his usual sort of mission, though. He’s used to more intimidation and negotiations than dropping off information in order to benefit. Of course, there wasn’t much of a choice when it came to selecting the best one for this particular job. Anyone else would make it about their egos. The cyborg knew better. It was about getting rid of a common enemy.

Well, there wasn’t any use standing around any longer. He knew their defenses. The guards were busy elsewhere and the one who led those inside the household was standing in plain view, practically staring at him. He placed a hand in his pocket and walked into view, feeling those blue eyes staring him down as he approached.

He stopped at the door and rang the bell. Sighing, he waited for someone to open the door. He knew there was no guarantee that it would be the one he came to see, though the chances were rather high. A strange man in a white suit showing up at this particular address could very well be seen as being associated with the Union. Something he would be quick to deny. He would rather stay associated with G.O.D. than deal with them.

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Building Your Own Past

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     Sure, there wouldn’t be any obvious paper help around that Masaru could easily get a hold of but not always was that going to be the case outside of a train station. Instead, as he secretly hoped, the voice of someone else offered a bit of aid to the lost traveler. 

     Taking off his helmet and placing it on the handlebar of his bike, Masaru got off and worked his way over to the man. Asking for help would be awkward, doing it from a bit of distance would be even more so.

     “Yeah,” he started looking down for a second as if to compose himself and think of his next words before looking back over at the elder man who spoke to him. 

     Leaning on the railing that separated the two men Masaru spoke again. “I was just driving with no destination in mind, but kinda lost track of where I was heading. Do you happen to know what town we’re in?”

     Taking a glance at the cafe door and back at the gentleman he added another little comment along the side. “Good coffee?”

Keisuke’s smile became a bit more relaxed, his face easing into a friendly expression. Just traveling with no set destination, huh? he wondered. He leaned back a little in his chair and said, “I know a bit about doing rides like that. I’m on a similar journey and decided to stop here, too. This is the village of Kumamura.”

He tapped the cup of coffee and added, “And the coffee is very good. Would you like to join me for a cup? Maybe warm yourself up after the ride?”

Had the weather been warmer, Keisuke wouldn’t have blinked an eye at the idea of a rider with no jacket. But, winter was approaching and the air was getting quite a bit cooler for that sort of attire.

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Building Your Own Past

-Starter for @fishingformuses

     They say that the past is the past and the future is what you should work for and look towards. That’s what they say, but the past isn’t just something that people can just ignore. The past is full of what has happened to you. All your experiences are there in a line all showing what made you what you are. Why not build a past you’re proud of instead of simply heading for a future you desire? Build your past into something prideful and use it to create the future you dream.

     It was the past that lead this lone man on his trek down though an area he wasn’t all that familiar with. Masaru hadn’t spent much of his time away from the area he used to call home. Other than schooling, there wasn’t much reason to leave until the past told him it was time to go. 

     Where was he though? He wasn’t sure. He knew he was still in Japan, it’d be kind of hard to get much farther on motorcycle alone without the aid of a boat, but where in Japan he had lost track.

     Parking his bike near a cafe, Masaru tried to use the time to look around and get a glimpse of where he might be. Hoping for a sign of what town he was in, or maps being sold in the cafe or any near by store to it. After all, he only knew he was in a city and that was all. Not very useful, but it was something.

     Though, he had to admit, it was a tad embarrassing sitting on his bike looking around like a fool. He really should have gotten a road map before he went on a cross country drive to find a way for himself to live. Maybe he should just ask? Ask some random person walking by where he was and if they had some information?

     With how I’m acting one might just ask me.

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The café was quiet, much like the part of the city he found himself in. Keisuke stopped there mainly as a reminder of Tachibana’s old coffee shop. The coffee smelled almost as good as the kind the old man would make, too. He smiled as he sat in the small outdoor seating, sipping at the drink. He could relish those memories of the shop even with every bad moment that seemed to be not far away in those days.

Not long after receiving the drink, the roar of a motorcycle engine piqued his attention. A young man stopped by the café, looking around almost in complete vexation. Keisuke took another sip, keeping aware of the other while trying to enjoy his drink. He figured the youth was lost.

He set his cup on the table and smiled, looking at the young man. Though, to everyone’s eyes, Keisuke didn’t look that much different in age. With a small chuckle, he said, “It looks like you’re lost. Do you need any help?”

Keisuke might not exactly be a local, but he still knew enough to help a stranger find his way.

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I want the H for Alan and Tron [cough cough cough totally not hinting at a muse]

Send me a “I want the H” and I will randomly generate a number! Generated Number: 9.One armed hug

He hadn’t seen a User since he and Flynn defeated the MCP together. He wasn’t expecting to, either. Yet, there, right in front of him, was his User. Alan-One.

“Oh my User,” he gasped. What else could he say? This was the one who brought him into being and gave him purpose. He was the one who gave him the ability to save the system as he did. Everything was all thanks to this User standing right before him.

He’d never believed in the Users more than in that moment.

It was too much to not pull him in closer. One arm wrapped around his User. “There is so much I would like to ask you,” he said softly and ducked his head a bit. “I hope that’s alright.”

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I haven’t fully brought in my net that was cast 1 year ago, but I believe my haul is good enough to finally open this blog up for roleplaying.

Send me a “I want the H” and I will randomly generate a number!

Bear Hug

Sleepy hug

Cuddle hug

Unreciprocated hug

“Far too long since we’ve seen eachother” hug

From behind hug

“Something scared me” hug

The Lift hug

One armed hug

The Leg hug

Friendly hug

The emotional hug

Failed hug

Run and Jump hug

Romantic hug

Side hug

Any hug you choose!