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[fuunhanas-blog]

「 ♔ 」 So I’m gonna move Calla to a multi-muse blog ( @nakaula ) to make things easier for myself, and my current drafts ( for @inferiornost , @rxciidivist , @hiiddeneyes, & @cynixism ) will also be moved and replied to on that blog ( unless you message me saying you’d like to drop ). So yeah! If you’d still like to interact, follow me over there!

[fuunhanas-blog]

「 ♔ 」 So I’m gonna move Calla to a multi-muse blog ( @nakaula ) to make things easier for myself, and my current drafts ( for @inferiornost , @rxciidivist , @hiiddeneyes, & @cynixism ) will also be moved and replied to on that blog ( unless you message me saying you’d like to drop ). So yeah! If you’d still like to interact, follow me over there!

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🌺 ❞ file「 isaiah. 」:

▓▌╼ ‹  Fαłłeи Aиgeł  ›   ❛ Huh, now that was interesting. Isaiah had never heard anything like it; so if there were a chance that she were to injure herself— like a few minutes ago– she would just heal in a small matter of time? ❝ Can I see your arm for a moment, your injured arm that is. ❞ Maybe he could see just what kind of chemicals they had used, but his magic might harm her… Might as well just examine it. ❜

「 🌺 」 Considering how long they’d been talking and how the injury occurred a couple hours before the conversation began, it came as no surprise that when she rolled up her sleeve and began tugging the gauze off her arm, the skin had closed up and healed almost completely. While instantaneous regeneration sounded far more useful, at least she didn’t have to deal with wounds for too long. “Here.” She held out her injured arm for him to get a closer look.

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                MUTE. okay, i’d just like to start this off with a big thank you so much. i’ve never done any form of a follow forever or bias list on this blog yet, so i kind of figured it might be time to do at least something. it doesn’t matter if you’ve been following me for a few hours or if you’ve been here since the very beginning, i’m so happy to call each && everyone of you one of my followers. originally, this blog was made as a joke so that i could do some stress free roleplaying, but i never imagined it to get this big; && certainly not this fast. so, without farther a do, && in no particular order, have my bias list - 

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🌺 ❞ file「 ???. 」:

He took his time to observe the girl’s subtlest shifts in expression, & somehow she seemed…lonely; like she didn’t quite have someone so close to her like he was with the feline he’d come to love.

“She is important to me,” he reiterated, with a soft sigh at the end, “she was always there for me…even though sometimes she does seem reluctant, like she’s one fine lady who’s got other places to be.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that, for cats often had that sort of noble air around them; haughty, but graceful.

“Thank you,” beaming up at her, he added kindly, “& of course, I hope you’ll have someone like that in your life too, kid.”

「 🌺 」 She couldn’t say she understood the notion. Someone in her life who was important and wouldn’t leave her, someone always there for her? Perhaps, if anything, that’d be an animal sooner than an actual human, but either way, it didn’t seem too likely. At least she couldn’t eat other animals though, so they’d be safe from her defect.

“Thank you very much, sir.” He seemed like he noticed something she didn’t, which made her curious. Tilting her head, she lifted up a hand to poke at her own cheek. “Is there something on my face?”

It didn’t feel like there was, but he’d been watching her rather closely. Perhaps she simply hadn’t noticed.

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🌺 ❞ file「 leo. 」:

     he surely had grown up in a more ‘normal’ ( but was it really, considered everyone still questioned who his and the twins’ father was? To him it surely was ) environment, sometimes he failed to see the reasons behind human behavior as well. Perhaps it was caused by the fact that his social interactions were very few, but he did not care. He had never been an extrovert person anyway.

     It was the first time someone introduced themselves to him in that way, but at that point he had understood she would be a constant surprise to him, and perhaps he would be the same to her. “I like books.” And the one in his hand was proof enough of it. “And playing the piano.” He tried to come up with other things he could say, but for the time being nothing showed up in his mind. Thinking back of what she had told him beforehand, though… “Do you need something to drink or eat? My house’s not too far from here.” And if he was lucky, no one was there.

「 🌺 」 Perhaps the scientists failed to instill her with vital human emotions. With a synthetic body, a synthetic brain, and a mind programmed mostly by a computer, she seemed more like an android than a human, and while she acknowledged the possibility that her experiment failed in more ways than one, she wanted to think that she could learn to function in the same way a normal human would, with a full range of emotion and interaction.

“A drink would be pleasant, thank you.” As for food, she couldn’t exactly consume the same things he did, so it’d be best to avoid the subject. “I am also interested in books, but I cannot read.” Maybe if she was lucky enough, he’d offer to read to her. Trying to teach her to do it herself would be no good--the design flaw was intentional--but if he could reach, he could also download more audio books for her to listen to.

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🌺 ❞ file「 oleksander. 」:

brief bemusement flashes over his facials at the question. so specific, he internally muses, perhaps the lily was her favorite kind of flower? oleksa canted his hand into a tilt, ebony strands briefly brushing over his navy hood. ’i can. hold on.’ he says, withdrawing the hand that drummed against the table to hover over the tabletop. the fine, smoothed wood would be damaged but it was nothing he couldn’t fix afterwards.

eyes become focused, feeling the buzz of his magic within his gloved hand. underneath his hand and sprouting from the wood is earthern grass, tall lilies of various hues standing tall underneath his hand.

「 🌺 」 Looks like she didn’t have to ask him to do it after all. Calla leaned in to watch from a closer distance, taking in every detail of that wonderful event. Oh, how lovely the flowers looked, and they grew so quickly!  Seeing them made her day and even brought a smile to her face as she reached out to stroke one of the petals. If she hadn’t just watched them sprout out of a table, she would’ve thought they were natural. “Pretty,” she commented.

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🌺 ❞ file「 isaiah. 」:

▓▌╼ ‹  Fαłłeи Aиgeł  ›   ❛ ❝ … Have they succeeded? ❞ Isaiah had questioned why he had felt such hatred to humans doing experiments; but really he hated he humans for their greed and selfishness. Nothing more. ❝ Seeing how you are alive it must have went well, for them at least. ❞ Isaiah crossed his arms. ❝ …. Were there any side effects of the experiment? ❞ ❜

「 🌺 」 “I am not currently meant to be alive. One unintended effect is that my cells replicate faster than an average human’s, so any damage to my body heals faster. I know this because after my experiment was deemed a failure, they intended to get rid of me, but because I had not undergone tests that would reveal such a quirk, they did not realise that my body had survived.”

As for why she was deemed a failure, she wouldn’t go into that, even with someone non-human like him. There were surely ways to skirt around the topic should he ask about it.

[deceitist-blog]

↳ ♔ ↰ A few announcements. First, my laptop’s been slow and annoying for the past few days, which has been killing my motivation to do pretty much everything roleplay-wise. Second, I’ll be out of town from July 1st to 5th visiting family; I’ll have my laptop, but no guarantees saying I’ll do more than lurk around a bit. Finally, I’m trying to get @cryptian (a multi-oc) more active because I always want to write those muses (despite the fact that I forget the blog exists… often), so I’d love more partners over there! <3

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🌺 ❞ file「 ???. 」:

‘ don’t mention it. ’ promptly, miki digs into his pockets. he knows that there’s a band-aid somewhere on his person, it’s just a matter of finding out where it is ( like, maybe in one of his six pockets. ). after checking his jeans & failing to find one, he reaches into the pocket of his cardigan, finally successful. ‘ ah-ha! here you go.’  proudly displays an average looking band-aid.

「 🌺 」 Calla watched as he worked so hard to produce the band-aid before reaching out and taking it from his grip. “Thank you very much.” She peeled it from the wrapper, exposed the adhesive, placed it over her cut, and rubbed it down so it stuck well. Once finished, she held her arm up to show him. “It looks nice.” That was supposed to be a compliment to him.

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🌺 ❞ file「 ???. 」:

    She was smart, smarter than most – or at least more observant. And while he would usually like to meet people who were smart, it didn’t exactly rub him in the right way this time. A soft huff sounded from him, rolling his eyes while he was at it. Certainly he knew that himself as well – he had been out and about for quite a while now, after receiving his scar, and most people didn’t seem to care or notice as long as he wouldn’t pay attention to it either.

          “Trust me, I’ve done my share of walking among people without being noticed. However, someone’s hairstyle is less shocking to people than half a molten face, just putting it out there. Whereas they would see you as strange, they would see me as a monstrosity. That’s the difference.”

「 🌺 」 “The human tendency to judge others is not a logical one. There are plenty of scenarios that would leave a person with burn scars, few of which involve fault on the end of the one with the scarring. Others cannot know at a glance how you obtained them, so even if the sight may shock them, only those who jump to conclusions would deem you a monstrosity for something so simple. Hair styles are more of a choice, and therefore bring more inherent judgement.”

He could have been involved in a tragic accident, while most people would assume Calla chose to dye her hair pink even though it was natural.

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🌺 ❞ file「 ???. 」:

“Thank you…” She mumbled before looking around; where would she like to go? She hadn’t thought about that yet but if she had to choose … maybe something noticeable? Something that stood out or something? “H-How about the … uhh, water fountain?” She remembered seeing that for a split second when Yuuri had taken over.

「 🌺 」 “Okay.” Calla took a split second to mentally locate where the nearest one was before turning on her heel and beginning to walk to the proper direction without glancing back to make sure the other followed. Come to think of it, she was thirsty herself, so taking a drink would be good for both of them in the end. 

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🌺 ❞ file「 isaiah. 」:

▓▌╼ ‹  Fαłłeи Aиgeł  ›   ❛ ❝ … Hah? ❞ Experiment? So the humans had gone so far into the knowledge of science that they finally made other humans into experiments? Disgusting.

          ❝ What did they do to you? ❞ He wasn’t sure if she’ll tell more about what the scientist had done to her, but he was hoping that he’ll get enough information so that he could personally go and see them himself. If what he was going to witness was true, then he would have looked down at them even more, spitting at them probably and possibly chanting ‘ Disgusting, selfish humans ‘. ❜ 

「 🌺 」 He didn’t seem too pleased about that. Calla understood the moral objections to human experimentation, but she hadn’t expected a fallen angel to give such a negative reaction to the news. It didn’t quite make sense that non-humans would care so much about human actions. Oh well. She’d assimilate that information and readjust accordingly.

“I was created by them. The experiment’s goal was to create a human composed of synthetic DNA that was a perfect replica of its organic counterpart. Succeeding to do so would mean the ability to recreate organs, tissue, and brain function for those who have lost such operations.”

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🌺 ❞ file「 ???. 」:

          ❝ Oh —-  No, no, it’s – it’s nothing. ❞  He finds it to be unnecessary formality, really – and there’s a lightened chuckle at such an expression of gratitude.  The end of questioning is abrupt however – and Shiro is left feeling mildly uncomfortable and somewhat out of place.  For a few agonizingly long, drawn out seconds, the air is thick with unsaid words smothered by silence.

          There’s a brief moment of hesitation, barely discernible – and then, casually, airily, ❝ Um…… why ? ❞  A pause – he blinks quickly, the words spilling from his lips in his haste to clarify, ❝ I-I mean, it’s just —-… that’s a little… ah… ❞  The sentence flickers and dies out like a weakened flame – he runs out of words, and the unspoken is left to be assumed.

「 🌺 」 “Why did I ask? Because lizards and other creatures can regrow lost limbs, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that humans, being animals themselves, may have similar capabilities. I did not know for certain, however, so I posed a question to someone who may possess more knowledge on the subject.” 

There were books too, of course, but illiteracy had drawbacks and she couldn’t utilise them as a resource. In essence, that made it difficult to obtain objective information, and anyone could very well lie to her; however, she understood these risks and did her best to overcome them. Body language was useful in detecting manipulation and deceit.

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↳ ♔ ↰  Hello all! If you could, would you please like and/or reblog this if you would like to interact with a multi-oc blog (with a main muse and several side muses); all characters are subjects of a questionably legal experiment to develop espers. I’ll check out your blog and maybe follow. Thanks in advance!

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🌺 ❞ file「 ???. 」:

〔ϟ〕- “Ah- No, I’m not lost. This is, ah, a shortcut. To get to the convenience store.” Yeah. His canned alibi didn’t really hold water if he was in the back alleys as opposed to on the street. Usually, by now, when he encountered another human, he’d start charging up in case he couldn’t escape by words. Most of the times, though, he’d be encountering homeless people or delinquents. Not pink-haired girls who seemed concerned for his safety. Why was she out here at this hour, anyway?

「 🌺 」 “This is a dead end.” Calla had just been wandering back from finding that out for herself; if the male claimed to use the path, surely he would know that. Still, she was far more curious than concerned, and her reasons for being out simply had to do with the fact that she had no place to stay in. There were apparently homeless shelters in some cities, but being illiterate hindered her ability to locate them. As such, she stuck to benches and alleys. “There is not a convenience store in that direction.”

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🌺 ❞ file「 oleksander. 」:

a simple nod. because of their prior boasting, the young magician seems to have SHIED away and quieted down a bit. as much as he LOVED to speak about the subject of magic, there were some halts he had to place here and there when explaining it to someone that was not a disciple or the sort. fingers idly drum on the wooden surface of the table.

’yeah … i am capable of making flowers. anything corresponding with nature … flowers, trees, meadows, forests, etc. it takes some of my energy but … yes.’

「 🌺 」 Calla inched closer to him, almost instinctively, and her gaze flitted to his fingers as though she expected flowers to sprout up from where they drummed against the table. Would it be rude to ask him to show her? He said it took energy, so perhaps she shouldn’t; sticking with questions could be the best course of action, and if he decided to show her (of his own free will, of course), then she wouldn’t argue with that. “Can you make specific flowers, such as lilies?”