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well the thing is im going to killing you with a rock
"hmm... lots of beautiful women around here lately."
messes up jamie’s hair with a gust of wind completely on purpose. maybe even throws a little leaf or twig or two in there. better make sure any suitors know what they’re getting.
“ such odd reactions… is ‘babygirl’ an insult in this era? ”
Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss. || accepting!!
@jfouler said: boss battle boss battle !
the legend of zelda: breath of the wild - attacking vah naboris ; morro is one to follow through on his threats, no matter how much it hurts him... but he also enjoys a good spar with someone whose company he enjoys. his trust is incredibly fragile, fouler. be careful what you do with it.
Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss. || accepting!!
@the-kings-cavalry said: OKAY TECHNICALLY THIS IS ONLY DISC BUT. Boss Battle with pythorr, cole or kai
brandon fietcher — dark ninjas ; for pythor, morro wouldn’t consider him much of a threat at all. if anything, he’d send any lackeys he has at his side after the serpentine. in the case where morro had to fight pythor, he’d barely even try; he’d probably just use the wind to knock the other out of his way, honestly.
final fantasy xv — the bladed tactician ; as for cole and-or kai, well… in an actual life-or-death fight, morro would try to grind them into dust. in his redemption arc verse, even if merely sparring, morro would be absolutely ruthless in battle with either of them. sorry guys, you’re directly connected to lloyd so you’re going to get the brunt of morro’s frustration and anger!
Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss. || accepting!!
@quillheel said: Boss Battle with dustfinger perhaps?
minecraft dungeons OST — Tempest Golem ; despite how deadly as he can be and how aloof he seems towards dustfinger, morro would actually hold back in a fight against the other. this is mostly because he and dustfinger are two beings who are both near-paranormal in such a dull world, and morro would much rather be in dustfinger’s company. it’s not like the man would be very useful to him dead.
Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.
Alternatively, send me “Reverse Boss battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when my muse fights yours as a boss.
“ what's all the importance of the last day of the year, anyway? it's not like the passage of time stops. ” it's a surprisingly genuine-sounding question from the technically-fifty-year-old ex-ghost.
2022 is coming to an end!
Is there anything you want to tell the mun before the year ends?
Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!
in addition, i may also add how much it would heal my muse depending on their relationship with yours!
inspired by deltarune chapter 2.
UNKNOWN.
the kid is quiet and timid, morro notes. he didn’t expect much else from someone who is presumably grasping at straws to survive… well, he did expect the little one to take off at the slightest addressing of his presence, so it’s a bit of a nice surprise that he doesn’t. morro doesn’t move from his spot, making only a slight movement of the head so he can see the boy better.
“ mhmm, ” the teenager hums, his sharp hazel eyes taking in what little details he can see—is the kid wearing a paper bag? odd. “ yeah, people can sure be jerks. you just have to show you’re not at the bottom of the food chain. ”
morro says it like it’s a fact woven into the loom of fate. the boy rolls his shoulders and pulls his hand out of his pocket, letting his arm dangle loosely beside him. “ where’s the punk that you’re hiding from? maybe i can show him who’s boss. ”
The very vague grasp of the presence near , no longer believed of the threatening kind , is what keeps feet still ; He couldn’t see him from this angle , && some part ⎯⎯⎯⎯ morbidly , gruesomely ⎯⎯⎯⎯of him felt he was better off not looking , no telling what would await . [ stretched limbs & gaping maws ? thousand eyes & dissolving skin ? ]
The response was somewhat anticipated . Survival of the fittest ; He had been that way once , && he had heard it from others before . But the question of looking for the assailant was very much not , && consequently , the question of a threat comes to mind again , an exaggerated notion , the more the question was thought over .
“ Uh ? ⎯⎯ It’s [ . . . ] He's ⎯⎯⎯⎯ I don’t know , " What a stupid answer , a mental message swings over stuttered sputter , that’s not going to help you . ” I’m just [ . . . ] I guess I’m just scared , I don’t want to die now that we , that I’m safe here . " Barring that he isn’t as hidden as he thought , something that there will be room for improvement on once he makes it out . [ If he even makes it out , if this isn’t just a trick . ]
morro gives a small, wordless nod. he lifts a hand, letting the wind dance in-between his fingers. uncomfortably, he feels his heart pound in his chest. thrill? anticipation? confusion? any of those on behalf of the kid? ugh. he can't place the emotion, so he decides he doesn't want to.
“ at least your adversary isn't around anymore. so you don't have to be frightened about that aspect. ” morro shifts his feet a bit, but otherwise stays planted where he is. he rummages around in a coat pocket, eventually scrounging up a granola bar and a bag of chocolatey trail mix.
“ you want something to eat? i have some spare stuff i swiped. ”
“ ice that can freeze ghosts? ” morro wonders aloud, brow furrowing. so those ice statues hadn’t always been ice statues. morro sits up, eyes full of perplexation and eagerness; despite himself, he’s unconsciously settling into a more child-like demeanour as his incredible interest in the story grows. the breeze around them becomes warm.
“ where’d the ice come from? why’s half the forest frozen? ”
“ More like Ice Magic can “
The Minion clarifies. Ice usually wouldn’t bother the ghosts here. Sure it would send a chill running across them but that was due to it being unnerving. But Ice Magic? That was a different thing all together and something that they should avoid at all times. Lest they look back to the frozen statues as reminders.
“ Their from this scary lady whose on the other side of one of the broken bridges. She’s the one causing all the snow and ice “ Tilting their head, sleeve covered arms folded in front of them as the light squints further. Was there a sign close by that they could use? They remember painting a warning sign about the place before. Thinking before sighing with a shrug.
“ At this point I doubt anyone here likes the cold anymore “
“ yeah... i can't blame any of you for that. i'd hate ice too. ” the wind elemental states, gaze following the minion's gestures. an ice witch, huh? like the ninja, perhaps. morro stares at the blizzard in the distance, then raises a hand.
the snowfall slows, the wind fighting against it with quick swipes. morro grunts with effort, using the breezes to try and push away the frost ; the snow only recedes a few feet before morro sighs and gives up, letting his hand rest on the ground again. he floats a few inches off the ground, huffing as he turns his attention back to the minon.
“ if your boss is so powerful with his fire, why isn't he doing anything about this? ”
ROLEPLAY MEMES FOR THE MOOD.
morro thinks that if he can see his breath, it's way too cold. he wraps his arms around his middle, but the piercing cold still gnaws at him. it's his fault, really — he'd been barely scraping by in autumn, and hadn't even thought of preparing for winter.
so once again, he's sitting near the door to mr. fowler's house, huddling into himself because the ragged shozoku he has isn't providing that much protection from the elements. even with the wind making itself absent from morro's location in order to preserve some warmth, morro's still freezing. at this rate, he's probably going to get sick or something.
@jfouler said: [ WARM ] for your muse(jamie) to put their jacket around my muse’s(morro's) shoulders (feelin wholesome…)
morro flinches at the sudden contact, but otherwise doesn't react for a moment. the boy wearily raises his head and glances at fowler, then sets his gaze back at the ground. the jacket does help a bit, and morro tugs it around himself like a bird puffing itself up to get warm.
“ ..... thanks, i guess. ” morro mumbles near-inaudibly. after a few heartbeats of silence, he continues. “ why are you hanging around out here? it's freezing. ”
It was almost funny, how things like these tended to work more often than they didn’t. How two outlanders would find one another on chance, wind and fire, in a place neither of them belonged. it was almost like a cruel joke to Dustfinger, but that implied this world had a sense of humor, and that’d be very sorely mistaken. ━━ this world was tacky and grey, not quite sticky but not quite smooth but enough to trip you up, it was hollow and soundless at once and you couldn’t hear your own footfalls or your heartbeat here like you could back home, like the world, greedily, swallowed them whole. this world had no dreadful sense of humor the way his did, where misfortune laughed and bad luck tittered in light fiendish giggling as it tracked on the shadows of your heels, this world was just dread and dried crop and full of nothing. ━━━ so its funny, that coincidence played like this.
he’s been using the word coincidence more than chance or fate these days. this world didn’t have that, didn’t have luck, didn’t have much of anything, it had no life, and coincidence was something lifeless to him. he’d first heard it off the lips of a passerby with bright hair and dark eyes, someone that didn’t matter just as much as him. on the streets of this world, he meant very, very little.
the air had been sickly hot for months, forests barely broad enough to set the heat off-tilt and never could he stay in them long, the fortresses of cities pulled at him in the way hunger does, less because he hungers to be there, but because there’s only a handful of ways he’d learnt how to navigate this world, and most of them involved money. rare were you to find something that didn’t. ━━━ this was what led him here, bright clay-brick buildings almost glowing in the summer sun, heat bouncing off itself like a furnace. Dustfinger had tolerated worse before, but he couldn’t help but think his home to be cooler, more bearable than here. ( always more bearable… ) where great constructs of concrete seemed especially made for scalding those inside… he knew, in part, homesickness will taint everything, nostalgia too, but he’d suffer any climate if he could return to that, return to━
the abrupt jut from brick, scribbled on haphazardly with chalk, made him twitch. his head snapping to look at him in such a sudden movement it could almost be a flinch. the wind pushed his hair back, blonde and unruly threatening to jab him in the eye. one hand occupied with a little map ( he’d been trying to find the best place to perform… ), the other came up to brush the strands back. he couldn’t lie, the wind was nice, a temptation had been to agitate the boy further on some of the more unbearable days since he’d decided to tag along, but knew well enough not to irritate the dead.
his scarred lips quirked at the snarled words, and his eyes flicked back down to the map. thoughtlessly, he noted he could feel Gwin stirring gently in his coat pocket. she’d be hungry too when she woke…
“ That may be so, tempest. “ Dustfinger had taken to calling him by that name since he started following him. He wondered, absent-mindedly, when the boy would grow tired and bored. Not long, he figured. “ The usual is the unusual. More concerned about their own doing with their own fast little world than you or I. Til you make a spectacle of it. “
he casted Morro a glance away from the small plastic-y feeling map, a smile edging at his mouth. Dustfinger had a strange smile, one that felt mocking, egotistical, or just awkward. you could never tell which, if any.
“ After all, isn’t that how you found me? “
he smiled proper, then, in the way that stretched the scarring across one eye in a twisted, cruel way that caught the shadows and ridges of his face that made it look worse than it was, stubble edging at his jaw. he started walking again then, smile dropped as easy as it’d come, and if you looked closely, you could see the slight wriggling of a full-looking coat pocket.
this man was an enigma, to put it lightly. a master of fire, unrelated to any masters of fire that morro knew, and a manipulator of the gales—though, morro proudly doubts that this man is half as skilled as he; all of the boy's afterlife was spent honing his element and tempering it, and although the man looks aged, morro doubts he's had fifty years. ( or perhaps hopes that anyhow, because jealousy and fright spurred the boy on when he'd seen the man; the wind is morro's, and morro's only. right? it's his trait, his to control... )
nevertheless, it was the man's aura that had drawn the specter to him. a potent well of magic in what seemed to be a desert of normalcy was an unspoken comfort. this living world is so dreary and dragging, so perhaps this human could serve as a jester for a while longer. when in the mood for it, morro felt it would be fun to prod and poke at the man and get information on him — the man's demeanor invokes curiosity and irritation, the way there's always a film in front of sharp eyes; something is holding him down. morro would pry it out of him one day.
for now, morro simply drifts to the ground, the wind following his steps lightly. the ghost exerts a chill, his core naturally suppressing any effects the temperature would have on the boy. dead black-and-hazel eyes catch the motion in the pocket, and morro's lip curls back a bit as his voice echoes from nonexistent chords.
“ mm-hm. and yet you still haven't divulged to me any further details, master of fire, as to whether your powers are counterfeit or not. nor have you answered any other of my questions, ” morro rumbles, baring his fangs a moment. he then jabs a finger at the pocket — “ you seem to have a rat or something. if you were planning to eat it, it's woken up. ”
@jfouler ≈ blown from over there.
the boy grumbles in protest at his faux weapon being taken from him, but otherwise doesn't do anything to reclaim it. morro folds his arms and frowns, unsatisfied that he doesn't get to club someone.
“ there's a lot of scrap sitting around streets if you know where to look. ” morro answers, quirking a brow curiously. “ what's a halloween? ”
“hey siri. remind me to not sleep on october 29th and 30th so i can then stay in bed through the entirety of halloween, and, of course, my… birthday.”
“ i don't know who siri is, but if you want i could kick you really hard so you pass out for the majority of the thirty-first? ”
a hum escapes morro’s nonexistent throat. his curiosity is fully piqued now. it’s an eternal forest fire, who wouldn’t be? the cursed specter waves a hand, telling the wind to not carry this conversation to any prying ears.
“ what cold? ” morro questions with a doglike tilt of the head, “ tell me more, if you can. ”
Oh! This the Minion can tell about. It would fall under one of the warnings their Boss told them about the cold. So it shouldnt be any problem talking about it!
“ Cold from the other half of the forest. Its super covered in snow but cause of the wind it blows over here ”
Maybe theres a warning sign somewhere that they could use? Its a lot more clear on what and why the cold.
Little hands tap together, light squinting underneath of their hood to look more serious. As serious as a lamp can be at lest. “ The colds dangerous. Couple of us frozen into ice cubes cause of it “
“ ice that can freeze ghosts? ” morro wonders aloud, brow furrowing. so those ice statues hadn't always been ice statues. morro sits up, eyes full of perplexation and eagerness; despite himself, he's unconsciously settling into a more child-like demeanour as his incredible interest in the story grows. the breeze around them becomes warm.
“ where'd the ice come from? why's half the forest frozen? ”