Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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1, 2, 3, 7
1&2 answered!
3. Would you be friends with your muse?
YES I WOULD MOST DEFINITELY BE FRIENDS WITH HIM I WOULD RISK ALL THE FRAIL BONES IN MY BODY TO BE FRIENDS WITH HIM.
7. If you could spend the day with your muse, would you? If so, what would you do?
I WOULD YES. I think we’d bond very well over drawing, but it’d be fun to learn sparring from him too! (but wait I might die)
1 and 2, 5 and 6 and 9
1. Why did you choose/create your muse and how do you choose to portray them?
Armstrong is my favorite character from the fma series and I guess a part of me wishes someone like him exists in real life!?!? I choose to portray him as a kind-hearted fighter who could be rough but still pretty clever at times.
2. Do you identify with or relate to your muse on any personal level?
I guess I do. I don’t think I could get nearly as muscular as Alex, but I do understand wanting to become stronger physically to overcome your own weaknesses. It doesn’t entirely make it disappear, but it definitely helps.
5. How does your muse feel about you?
HE PROBABLY WONDERS WHY I’M ALWAYS IN FRONT OF MY COMPUTER, though I think he’d like the fact that I draw ////
6. What do you admire about your muse? What do you hate about them?
I think I like everything about Armstrong so it’s hard to find something I hate about him. I really admire how kind and gentlemanly he is, and how [dangerously] straightforward he is with things he is passionate about.
9. What do you consider to be your muse’s biggest flaw?
It comes with being kind at heart, but he probably wouldn’t be able to handle any decisions that involve putting people’s lives on the line, including those he doesn’t necessarily like.
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14. Where do you see your muse in ten years?
Knowing Armstrong, he would make his way up the military ranks, but not all the way up since he’s not interested in being in the top command. He might get to be Brigadier General like his sister ohoho, but who knows
18. Is your muse satisfied with themselves?
I think he still has a bit of a complex from the Ishbal War, but he’s mostly gotten over it and feels a lot better about his strength now.
8, 11
8. If you were dating, who would “wear the pants” in the relationship?
my life might be endangered should I choose the path of the pants I think I will be crushed.
11. Do you play your muse as canonically as possible or do you take some liberties?
I try to play Alex as canonically as possible, but sometimes I need to make some guesses in really unfamiliar situations ahaha; this happens often in citta but that’s what’s fun about it!
20 Mun-Day questions for Muns
Why did you choose/create your muse and how do you choose to portray them?
Do you identify with or relate to your muse on any personal level?
Would you be friends with your muse?
Do you consider yourself to have a “relationship” with your muse?
How does your muse feel about you?
What do you admire about your muse? What do you hate about them?
If you could spend the day with your muse, would you? If so, what would you do?
If you were dating, who would “wear the pants” in the relationship?
What do you consider to be your muse’s biggest flaw?
Is your muse a hero, villain or something in between? What’s their motivation for being such?
Do you play your muse as canonically as possible or do you take some liberties?
Do you feel there is anything that distinctly sets your blog apart from other role plays of the same character?
If you could change something about your muse, would you? If so, what would it be?
Where do you see your muse in ten years?
Has your muse had any life changing revelations? If not, will they in the future?
What is your muse’s biggest regret?
What is your muse’s greatest fear?
Is your muse satisfied with themselves?
Does your muse have any secrets?
Is your muse adventurous in the bedroom?
open 002: train
What seemed to be a light pat in the back made Kaleb walk two or three steps ahead with the force unknowingly applied there. If he was in his normal state he doubted that he’d have even budged… but this city weakened his powers considerably.
He could remember sector five quite clearly, being the first place he had ran to… in order to arm himself accordingly. Both the cultural district and this one seemed to have their fair share of back alley dealers, so killing them and obtaining their weapons instead of paying for it was no big of a deal.
- “…Ah.”
Kaleb seemed to stand out too much when put next to Armstrong, delicate physique contrasting violently with the muscular man. Not to mention he was feeling extremely… short… near him. Something that displeased him a lot, and that he only found out at that moment.
- “Kaleb Blackwood. You have given me your title and position even if these means nothing here… so I believe it is only polite for me to do the same. I am the king of a place named Tartarus, and also their General.”
"Pleased to learn your name, General Blackwood!" Armstrong boomed spiritedly as several civilians scurried by at the sound of his voice.
Marching confidently, Strong Arm led his companion to what seemed like a local supermarket, his head barely below the tip of the doorway. The market was fitfully spacious for a location situated in the shopping district, and for this reason, the inventory of the market far exceeds the normal commodities of humble-sized markets. Finding the vitamin aisle suddenly became a difficult mission.
"Well then, what are we to do about this?" The Major mumbled half to Blackwood and to himself, briefly considering to pull the next employee to pass by for questioning.
♛. strength and weakness — ; pride&armstrong&akane. )||after event
Had this man no respect for his higher up? If King Bradley had been here, surely, the oaf would’ve snapped to attention much sooner, and wouldn’t have had such an attitude. He’d be apologizing for his current actions and words, instead of holding the weary glare that he did now while keeping up with his threats. Was it simply because he was a child? Or was his homunculus self enough to make him this aggressive? They weren’t that harmful, were they?
“You should have more trust and respect for me, Major. Whether you had known who I truly was or not from the start of this meeting, I would have shared my clues with you.” .. Wait a moment. Was this admitting that he intended on leaning on them?
No, not leaning. Using. Then, shouldn’t Armstrong be punished for speaking? Had he kept quiet and let the child carry on with his facade, Selim would’ve given the clues without hesitance. Did Armstrong and this woman deserve to know what his thoughts were after such a foolish mistake?
… Yes, they did. Pride knew that this riddle could not be solved on its own, no matter how bitter his feelings were towards working with such creatures. He had entered this conversation with the very intention of working together with them, even if he had denied it up until now.
“…. In spite of barriers, a pact must be made if you wish to claim your prize.”
“That means you must work together with others despite your differences, correct? I don’t think of you humans any greater than I have before, but if it’s entirely necessary to help you in order to get my shadows back, then I’ll do what I have to. Don’t think of it as anything special, since as it would seem, we could never get along, Major Armstrong.” The two certainly had inflated egos too large to deflate until there was room for both. He couldn’t say the same for the lady, but he’d imagine her first impression of him was far off from “friendly”.
“I’ll trust you, only because you know that if you’re lying you will end up in pieces.” His mind raced to remember what he had come up with through the riddles he’s heard about as he traveled through the storm. “One spoke of an impure building, one which was protected by a group of people who work for a single boss. Another spoke of dethroning such a high power, and another spoke of the group’s background; something about speaking with no words. It doesn’t make sense separated like this, but maybe there’s a way to piece it together…?”
A mental diagram appeared in his head, black hues trained on the floor as if picturing it there, with clues connecting with others in order to form a little more sense. “We can even go back to the barriers. If someone were protesting, or fighting for something- in this case it sounds like fighting for their boss- then they would protect that impure building with everything. Perhaps it means there’s another set of people with a different boss, and if the two are at war, a pact….”
No, this still wasn’t making sense. A few fingers raised to press against the temple of his forehead in obvious concentration. “If we’re the ones after the detonator inside that building, then shouldn’t we be making the pact with them? But which building could it be?”
Armstrong anticipated further taunting from the boy, so the voluntary submission from the homunculus caught the military man off guard. Truthfully, the Major was not the type who could treat another with disdain for an extended period of time, let alone an enemy in a child's appearance. Taking a more diplomatic approach, he was about to give the homunculus his thoughts--how the "impure" building could be referring to a popular brothel in the area, and how the barriers could also be referring to the statues in the cultural area--when suddenly the cold, calculating voice of one of the scientists rang in the air.
“Levi! Someone got past the firewalls! They’ve changed the code and sent the storm into a stage even I couldn’t have set up! The system’s out of my —!!”
"What is the meaning of thi----"
Before the Major could finish his sentence, a series of events brought their surrounding into further chaos. Red lights, a piercing pitch, followed by a complete black-out drove any thoughts of searching for a detonator out of the soldier's mind. As the ambiance of the city began to return, Armstrong quickly realized that they were in no condition to continue standing in the open. It was as though someone had reset the simulated city to tear itself apart.
He turned to the other two immediately.
"WE MUST LEAVE THIS AREA AT ONCE!"
@musclesparkles
“That depends on your statement of ‘liking this place’. If you mean if I enjoy being alive, in this area. Than possibly.” Envy closed his eyes for a moment and ran his fingers through his long hair.
“I haven’t seen the others in a while however”
"If you are referring to the other homunculi, they have most likely been eliminated."
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“I am the head of the family, and the mansion belongs to ME. Therefore, I told you you are not welcome here, and WHY are you going against it?”
"So it shall be, but please do let Father, Mother, and the other sisters into the mansion"
"I will challenge you again upon my next return to be the head of the household."
ooc: I am currently affiliated with citta so it would seem that I have accidentally brought that in with some of the indie rps. sorry for the confusion!!
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“What did I say about getting out of my mansion, Alex?!”
"S-sister, you can't be mad about my entering my own home?"
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“So , what is it that you want Armstrong. Is there something you’re here for?”
"I have been brought here as many others have been without consent. Finding a way to return to Amestris is my current priority. Could it be that you have found a liking to this place, homunculus?"
@musclesparkles
“Oh look it’s big tall and muscles~ What are you doing here?”
"I might ask the same of you, Envy."
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Finally someone made a first step into forming the contract by telling him an object of desire. Kyuubey was surprised as he asked for a tool of war. Wouldn’t humans usually strife for peace or was he one of the humans who desires might and causes wars? He couldn’t tell and he wouldn’t bother with it for long.
“I can’t grant you that wish, mister. Usually I would be able to do that without a problem, but this city has limited my power to a great extent.”
“Why do you want a tool for war anyway, when you can bring happiness to others?” Kyuubey wasn’t allowed to force others to wishes or give concrete suggestions, or else he would have suggested things like flowers or cakes. But if that wish would lead to destruction of other humans, it wouldn’t do his plans any good either. But he can’t do anything else than fulfill any wish that he’s told, in order to collect more emotional energy.
It was a worth a try, but Armstrong had expected that the scientists would limit such a power for their benefit. But there was little that Alex wanted aside from his precious family heirloom. He was rather content with who he is --- and the creature couldn't possibly restore the lives that were lost in the Ishbal war.
"To answer your question, Sir Kyuubey, the artifact I had asked for is a precious family heirloom that the scientists currently hold hostage to, and also what defines me as the Strong Arm Alchemist."
"That said, although I am greatly interested in your magical abilities, I am at a loss for wishes."
He could, actually, ask for the creature to strengthen the joke of a weapon that the the scientists gave him--but was this triviality worth a wish?
if absolutely forced to would you rather wear a bikini in public or be forced to purchase the entire contents of someone's not safe for work shopping list in person?
"As a member of the illustrious Armstrong line, I am never ashamed to present my glorious muscle lines to the public. However, such actions will be limited to a public pool as my superior has advised me against too much skin exposure."
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“That is a fine question, gray sir!”
“To raise elegant sparkles, you must maintain you physique in optimal condition!”
“Train hard, curl your facial hair diligently, and most importantly, keep yourself in excellent spirits! Such a technique of sparkling from the inside out has been passed down the Armstrong line for generations! For more tips feel free to contact me at H-5.”
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