Only Half of an Aria

Ah, hello there. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Oh, my name? Of course, how rude of me. My name is Arietta Mezzo... yes, a strange name, I know, but never mind that. That reminds me, would you happen to have seen a man that looks like me...? ((Independent Trigun OC, tagging incompletearia. )) M!A Status: Accepting.

[incompletearia]

The Frog Prince

The Frog Prince:What do you find disgusting?

"Human trafficking. People who use others like cargo should have their each and every organ taken from them. It's the least they could do to make up for the pitiful way that they wasted their existence." 

[incompletearia]

The Seven Ravens

The Seven Ravens:Do you have any siblings? How is your relationship to them?

She smiled in a whimsical, almost nostalgic way. 

"My dear brother... I have not seen him since we were young, but I will find him again." 

[incompletearia]

6 and 14

((You asked for a drabble, which means length, which means readmores. I started with 14 thinking it'd be shorter. It was still pretty long. Sorry!))

14. My Muse is captured. How do they react? 

Arietta groans, a familiar rush of adrenaline flowing from her heart to the rest of her frail body. She examines her surroundings. A small room, chains holding her in. No easy way out of this one. On the bright side, while she could feel that her bullets had been stolen, as well as the knives in her wrist, the needles in her shoes and the knife taped to her stomach were undetected. She could get out of this one. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet her breathing, until her heart rate went down. She heard nothing. 

...There was going to be a lot of blood. This should be fun. 

Quietly focusing her mind on the needles hidden in her high-heeled shoes, she managed to slip one out, an eerie purple hue surrounding it. She moved her eyes towards the locked handcuffs chaining her arms to the wall, the needle following her gaze. It moved into the lock, making tiny clicks one after another. She had her doubts that this would work, but somehow, just barely, she managed to pick the lock. One arm free, she repeated the process, this time having much less trouble now that she could control the needle with simple motions of her hand. She had always found using motions the best way to control her powers, and the more mobile ability the body part she moved, the better control she had. 

With a click, she was finally freed from the all-too familiar restriction of the chains, but she wasn't out of the woods yet. The door that held her in this empty room was locked tight. There would be people out there, ready to kill her-- or do much worse-- if she escaped. She'd need more than just one needle to get herself out of this. 

She smiled excitedly, freeing the knife from its bindings with her powers. She'd only need one knife. Once one person was dead, she would have enough manpower to get out of this. All it would take was a little cunning. 

She was going to kill a lot of people tonight.

6. A drabble about the first time your muse killed someone.

A nameless slave girl ran on wobbly legs, ran out of the town as fast as her weakened body possibly could. It was no use... she couldn't escape her "hometown" like this. She could hear the messy, muted footsteps of many men running through the sand. Likely family members related to her master, but also bounty hunters, even law enforcement. He was a rich, well-connected man, after all. Anything was possible.

There was no way she'd live to see the morning sun like this... she'd... she'd never see her brother... unless....

Thinking quickly, girl used the surrounding rocks to her advantage, albeit with a struggle, and hid herself in a protective barrier of rocks. It took a huge mental strain to even move one large rock, let alone several at once, but the fear of death kept her going. Once she was safe in her rock pile shelter, she allowed her tired mind to slip, the world fading to black. --

Crunch...

Crunch, rumble...

Noises like this were the first things that young girl awoke to. There was a hint of panic in her head, but it was lost in a haze of exhaustion. She could barely force herself to open her eyes, even as light hit her eyes. How long she had been there, even she didn't know, but she would guess she had been there at least a day. Her mouth was dry and her body ached from her panicked midnight escape. 

It wasn't until she felt something tugging on her hair that the world began to once again be clear in her mind. Within moments, her small body was pulled up into the air by her hair, the pain surging from her scalp all the way down her spine. At first, she only saw flesh, surrounded by sand, but she was soon pulled up to see a man's face. He was large and grotesque, with deeply sun-tanned skin, and a sickening smirk on his face. The kind of man that sounded like her master's description of a thug, a bounty hunter, or something like that. She knew exactly what was in store for her in that moment. If he was working for her master, or just a man who happened to find her in her rubble hiding place, the result would be the same. 

"Heheh... you're a pretty one, aren'tcha? This'll be fun..." He said, in a voice like a low growl. 

Panic made her heart beat fast. She had to think of something, anything... 

Let me go! She thought, desperation taking over. She squirmed. He grabbed her by the jaw with his large hands. The warmth of them sent a chill down her spine. 

Perhaps... that power would save her?

She clenched her jaw, grabbing onto the arm that held her neck. An unusual glow surrounded her hair. The man looked at her, mouth agape, but he didn't have time to even ask what was going on, before the small strands of hair cut into his flesh. 

"GYAAAAAH!" he screamed. She felt blood pouring down to her head, before his grip weakened, then disappeared completely. He squeezed tightly to her neck. She looked around, desperate for air, to find something, anything she could use as a weapon now. The only thing that she could manage to lift was a small rock, but as it floated towards her hand, she got an idea. Giving a defiant glare, she flicked at the air around the rock, and it shot out like a gun, piercing his skull and into his brain. His dumbfounded stare soon became glassy and empty, his grip on her weakening. She fell harshly to the rock-covered ground beneath, but the pain was nothing but a relief at this point. He was dead and gone, a bleeding pile of flesh on the floor, now missing several fingers on his left hand. Blood from the struggle dripped onto her nose, and she licked at it, curiously. It had a strong taste, like metal, but she found herself enjoying it. The taste, like a lump of iron in her mouth, was proof that she was strong. Strong enough to survive. She would not be taken now. 

Glaring at the man's messy remains, she slipped her hand inside the mess of goop and bone that was the front of his head, until she reached the rock about halfway through it. After all... she'd need a weapon on the way to the next town. 

Nobody was going to stand in her way. 

[incompletearia]

inbox me a fairy tale

Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty?

Sleeping Beauty: How many hours do you sleep each night?

Cinderella: Do you have a curfew?

Rapunzel: Do you like being outside?

Little Red Riding Hood: Do you trust strangers easily?

The Wolf and the seven little Goats: Are you easily fooled?

The Seven Ravens: Do you have any siblings? How is your relationship to them?

Beauty and the Beast: What makes a person beautiful in your eyes?

The Little Mermaid: What sacrifice would you bring for love?

The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?

Jack and the Beanstalk: What plants are in your room?

Puss in Boots: Do you have a pet? Do you want one?

Rumpelstiltskin: What is the meaning of your url?

Bluebeard: Name one character flaw!

Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?

Peter Pan: What is your (mental) age?

The Star Money: What is your most prized possession?

Golden Mary and Pitch Mary: Are you more of a lazy person or do you work hard?

The Snow Queen: Who is your best friend and what would you do for them?

Godfather Death: What qualities do you think make a good parent?

The Twelve Dancing Princesses: Do you like to go on parties?

The Emperor's New Clothes: Do you care much about your clothes?

The Valiant Little Tailor: Do you think of yourself as brave?

The Princess and the Pea: Are you a squeamish person?

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What weapon does your muse prefer?

A drabble in which my muse fight with/against yours (specify)

My muse gives a speech before a battle.

A drabble in which my muse dies on the battlefield.

Is your muse a skilled warrior?

A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone.

A drabble about a beloved one lost in a fight.

Is the muse merciful or cuel?

Who taught my muse how to fight?

Is my muse honourable?

A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight against a loved one.

A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight together with someone they hate.

The muse is on the battlefield and they have to take a terrible decision.

My muse is captured. How do they react?

My muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings.

A song I associate with my muse while fighting.

Feel free to add more!

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Munday Questions.

[incompletearia]

❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

⌚ Is it easier for you to write as canon characters or OCs?

[incompletearia]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"Nowhere in particular, I'm afraid. Although, the ruins of July would perhaps be a fascinating place to travel, but I don't think I could endure the heat there, nor the amount of luggage I would need to carry to survive the trip to and back." 

[incompletearia]

60billion started following you

[60billion]

"Where were you headed?" He’d traveled for years, and had already seen most of the planet. Walking, breathing GPS, right there. "I can give you directions," he almost offered to escort her, but a gut feeling vehemently silenced the offer. One misstep, and his ass was grass.

Could be a trap. Ditch her. Run.

Not until she, herself, was on her way safely. Vash wasn’t an asshole, after all.

[incompletearia]

"Ah, would you?" She asked, smiling sweetly. Not quite the reaction she had hoped for from the man. In fact, he seemed almost... afraid. It was hardly noticeable, but she could see the ever-so-slight dilation of his pupils. 

Absolutely perfect. She thought, putting the pieces together. From the way he's acting, he must know whom I'm after. Nobody would react this way to me who hadn't seen the man himself. 

"I was actually heading to work," She explained, "I've only just arrived in this town two days ago, and I'm still learning to navigate it. If you'd be so kind as to escort me, I'd be willing to give you a free meal in return... just don't tell my employer about it." 

[incompletearia]

((I HAVEN'T BEEN ON MY RP ACCOUNTS IN SO LONG AND I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO DO SO NOW PRAISE THE FUCKING LORD ))

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i colored the little animation i did!!

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#chess #horse

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[incompletearia]

60billion started following you

[60billion]

Compared to his height, her intrusion was barely felt. His first thought was to wave it off, tell her it wasn’t any trouble, but the words died just before his lips at the sight of a very familiar pair of eyes.

"I-" he blinked. "It’s fine, miss." He almost wanted to mention ‘Bluesummers’, just to see her reaction, and to satisfy his morbid curiosity. That’d be a bad idea, though. If she were related to him in some way, one wrong move could spell disaster. Instead, he forced himself to chalk the eerily familiar gaze up to coincidence. "Are you lost?"

[incompletearia]

For a moment, her heart started to pound. There was a moment of hesitation when their eyes met. What it meant was something uncertain to her, and she did not throw out the idea that it might have been deja vu, attraction, or a whole number of other things. But she regardless held firm to a conviction-- he recognized her. That much, to her, was certain.

"Ah, yes. Completely so." She said, with a sigh. 

[incompletearia]

daratharrage started following you

[daratharrage]

Mary have had enough of leery men at the bar and not being able to kick their asses without the possibility of losing her job, so she decided to take a couple of drinks herself to calm her nerves. Intoxication at the job was forbidden, but she wasn’t stupid to ignore that rule and go waste herself in alcohol.

The rasp voice of a young lady calling out to her caught the red-haired woman’s attention, turning her head to look over to the other female. The woman had blue hair which was really rare to see, especially in a society like this, and she seemed to carry around an umbrella with her as well even if it is not raining. Mary got the feeling that the stranger was from an upper class.

"I know the rules, lady. I’m not stupid enough to get drunk now just because I’m a bouncer." she scoffed.

[incompletearia]

She laughed, amused by the rather blunt response.

"But you do wish to have a drink, don't you?" She said, quickly pouring something into a glass for her. "This should be enough, I would think. Unless you would prefer something more potent."

She coyly smiled and pressed a finger to her lips, leaning in towards the woman.

"I can be trusted to keep a secret, don't you worry." 

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