Gold-san's Muse Directory

This is, primarily, a directory for my various muses. However, any drabbles or threads involving more than one of my muses will likely be replied to from here. Note that this is a Sideblog, and as such, can not follow or ask questions. Furthermore, I may end up using this blog in lieu of a personal blog. You may find the various IC tags associated with this blog at http://musesofgold.tumblr.com/Tags

[homukami]

Gold-san's Multimuse

This is, primarily, a directory for my various muses. However, any drabbles or threads involving…

[ALRIGHT SO

I went and recreated my multimuse… Again.

Now, however, I have converted most of my RP blogs into sideblogs on that account.

The blogs that are now sideblogs are as follows:

Walhart

Samus Aran

Sakura Kyouko

Takanashi Yomi

Kazusa ‘Kazumi’ Michiru

Akemi Homura, attending Yamaku Academy

The following blogs remain as they were:

Homukami

Lilly Satou

Alistair Satou

Reverse!Kirika Kure

Note, also, that Kyouko is entirely on a test run- I am presently unsure that I will keep her as a muse.]

[starsandtea]

Fading to Dust ((Assume that this is a Jackie that Alistair has known for several thousand years))

The Time Lord remained silent as the news was read out to him, dark hair framing his face. The Goddess shifted, slightly, quite clearly a bit uncomfortable with the moment.

"I’m sorry, Alistair. I am not happy about this, either."

"…Another lost, Homura. So many now. I suppose this is how Grandfather felt when he heard about my namesake."

"I suppose so. You know this, but… it does not get better with time."

He turned away from her. There was not much he could do, now. They were all gone. Mother, father, grandmother, Miki, Aunt Fujiko, Aoi and Akane… And now, every one of the people he had grown up knowing. The last of his mother’s old friends.

"…I know. I have seen far too much death not to know, now."

"…It was painless. I can promise you that much."

The flash of purple light behind him was the only sign that the Goddess had left him to his grief. He approached the old console, coral long one in favour of a sleek chrome look.

"You’re all I have left, old girl. There’s none left to lose, now."

He ran a hand along the smooth buttons and levers, before pulling one at random.

"…Time to see where you’ll take me next."

[musesofgold1]

[People could probably ask any of my muses questions here as well, actually. I wouldn't mind.]