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Tell my character ____ died and I will write out a reaction to the news.

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♒ It’s really hot outside, so your Muse has abruptly started to undress.

♑ Your muse appears at mine’s window in the night and serenades their window.

♎ Your muse compliments mine for something they accomplished.

☿ Your muse is not who mine thought they were, but they called out to them anyway, and now an awkward conversation ensues.

♏ Your muse teases mine.

♐ Your muse casually gets all up in my Muse’s personal space.

♂ Your muse says something embarrassing about my Muse.

♃ Your muse does something dumb, and mine feels second-hand embarrassment.

♄ Your muse loudly proclaims they are dating mine (whether it’s true or not) on live TV.

♅ Your muse ends up in a compromising position with mine, and someone walks in.

♇ Your muse gives mine a very thoughtful gift.

♓ Wildcard / Other/ Your choice!

projecth-aileth

The doctor seemed disappointed that she had not eaten more; unconvinced to try the brown paste or white drink. Surprised at not being forced the woman had left with the mostly full tray. And despite the commotion of starting the day, the repeated opening of the door and wrestling herself to remain relaxed- follow his example… Aileth was successfully, if rigidly, coaxed into returning to the weird squishy table. Trying not to think about being the highest thing in the room and rather exposed; they compromised, laying at the end of the mattress above where the beast settled.

Weary and strained from nearly running herself into the ground; entire body feeling heavy as muscles untensed. Room had kept that… odd quietness that didn’t buzz or echo- it was… comfortable.

An arm dangling over the edge so fingertips brushed where the mane was taller stiffer, feeling more secure with even that little contact; trusting Nanaki they were safe with the human. Eventually both seemed dangerously close to drifting off.

With new bags attached fluid fed into the iv, and Aileth could tell something else was added; recognizing the warmth of a weak sedative in the line. It would have put her to sleep if left in the original veterinary concentration instead of being near dozing. There was always the chance that, if needed, might push past a full shot as well but carefully dosed for a human; her biology was quickly burning through the drug. And yet, along with his calm assertion that they could go, it merely took the edge off the experiment’s anxiety.

A single tired eye opened, mako glow sliding over to stare, weighing the woman as she spoke more; restless apprehension just below the surface. Growth? … the wound? … damage… Fingers gently swaying through red bristles stilled and she suddenly broke eye contact at the mention of her… failures. continued inadequacies.

“Handler directive, evacuation initiated… Combat disengaged, unidentified opponent alive… specimen damaged.” quietly reporting the incident, unable to bite her own tongue over the nervous tension. Ignoring the way the bandages itched. “B-base components, mass J-cell a-assimilation… incomplete.” Hollowly muttering out the words with creeping despair. How it would have been graded. How the whitecoats would have recounted it to Him.

“Previous corrective measures… in-ineffective… Subject three… currently…” trying to ignore the walls beginning to feel too far- too open. “…operational.”

Curled form facing the shut door, shrinking slightly; wanting to be anywhere else than an exam room. Crown of silver hair towards the doctor, she stayed put; vulnerable, unmoving, exposed. Wouldn’t- wouldn’t… the human already know all this?

#02a || lab rat dog. [ic: red xiii]#v08 || ΕΓΛ 0007 #[& aileth]#projecthaileth #projecth aileth

As Aileth spoke, Red XIII kept his gaze on the other woman. It was clear that she could make out little to nothing of what she'd just heard, despite the girl's best effort.

Even he understood only up to a point... And even then, he felt the need to be cautious about what to disclose.

"We cannot let ShinRa catch up with us." He said, not for a moment doubting that she already knew that much. The collar still tied around his neck bore the company's logo, and if she was already theorizing about some research facility, there were few of those that would escape ShinRa's monopoly.

"Escaping ShinRa, in this day and age? Unless you're planning on moving to live at the bottom of the sea, that's some lofty ambition." She replied, looking between the two of them. "I've heard of things like mako enhancements. SOLDIER stuff. Is that what she's talking about?"

"... I don't know." Red XIII chose to stay truthful, as far as he could. Withholding information came easier than lying. "We were both taken against our will. I have been away from home for over a year now, I... don't know much of anything about ShinRa. Anything other than what I could see from inside my cage."

He lifted his eye to Aileth, taking comfort in her gentle touch.

"She's been a prisoner far longer than I have. What you see is the result of horrible experiments. I want to take her away from all of it."

Oops! First Interactions

Send me a symbol for our Muses to meet when the following accident occurs…

♔ - one Muse hits the other while opening a door too fast/forcefully ♕ - one Muse gestures wildly and smacks another passing by ♖ - one Muse shoots the other (non-lethal…probably) ♗ - one Muse trips the other ♘- one Muse drops a bucket of ice water on the other, mistaking them for someone else ♟- one Muse spills something on the other ♙ - one Muse gets thrown into the other during a fight and injures them ♚ - one Muse saves the other from a dangerous situation, only to end up in danger themselves ♛ - one Muse runs into the other with their bike / skateboard / golf cart / etc. ♜ - one Muse attempts to assassinate the other after mistaking them for their target ♝- one Muse accidentally casts a spell on the other

everythangpink-deactivated20110

"If you were mine I'd....." Finish it in my ask.

#[rp memes]#//pet ownership inferred here #not romance lol\\

send ~ to sit on my muse’s lap

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cloudyfenrir

"If Sephiroth weren't declared dead..." Cloud looked over his shoulder to Red XIII, "there'd be a line from here to Midgar."

Coming up to the stop, the bench went ignored for the moment as Cloud made a beeline for the vending machine. Just what he was after, some bottles of water.

With a harsh kerplunk he obtained two bottles of water. Setting the Buster Sword aside, the SOLDIER sits on the bench to take in some shade.

"Ain't about looking pretty," Cloud replies to Red XIII's comment, "stone paths don't get washed away, metal stands strong... If it works then they're gonna use it." he pauses to drink from one of the bottles, "as for the trees, well... Shinra's never done shit halfway I guess."

Cracking open the other bottle, Cloud leans forward to bring it into Red XIII's view.

"Dunno how you wanna do this but you gotta drink."

#02a || lab rat dog. [ic: red xiii]#v08 || ΕΓΛ 0007 #[& cloud]#cloudyfenrir

"The fact that you call this 'working'..." Cooking alive over smoldering pathways was hardly effective from his perspective, but such was the dissonance between his kind and humans.

Or should he say, between his people and Cloud's? He'd certainly never run into this problem back home. And with any luck, things had remained the same in the full year he'd spent trapped in Hojo's laboratory.

Disgruntled, he raised his head to look at the offering. Water, stored in one of those strange containers, horribly inconvenient for anyone not equipped with those strange and incredibly muscular lips humans had.

"Do you always make a habit of drinking from anything you find, without even smelling it first?" He asked with a scowl, ears tilting back against his head. "I'll pass. I've been served water enough times from ShinRa to know it's never just water."

Backstory Ask Meme

How did you first come up with your muse’s backstory, if you did at all?

If your muse is from a particular show/movie/comic/etc. , how did you first react when you found out about your muse’s backstory?

Is your muse’s backstory relatable to you?

Would you rewrite your muse’s backstory? If so, how?

What song reminds you of your muse’s backstory?

Does anything fit your muse’s backstory aesthetically?

What part of your muse’s backstory makes you smile?

What part of your muse’s backstory makes you cry?

What part of your muse’s backstory makes you aggravated?

In what ways has your muse’s backstory shaped them as a person?

projecth-aileth

Thin sinewy body shifted, bumping the table a little too hard as she made room; not really achieving in moving much. Not that there was a desire to get away; the closeness diminished the experiments bubbling, jittery panic.

Talking was… frustrating, she didn’t know all the words and the ones she did, would get stuck. Sharing anything was clumsy, unpracticed; even showing expressions had been slow to emerge and quick to hide. Forcibly habituated to not react, not communicate in any way; a wince, twitch, gasp of pain, hesitation… every time met with corrections or improvements. Meeting him again created small cracks; expanding as ice melt in springs advance.

Wilting into the touch, inhuman eyes meeting his golden; pale face and brows crumpling slightly. Shallow frown trembling; ‘different rules’ meant having to relearn… so much repetition and pain until she could figure out the pattern, boundaries and what they wanted. But the humans would lie or change directions without warning.

Withered frame fully slumped to the side; head bumping against the beast “-imm… lost…” it felt like being the dark, back in the nothing. Directionless, despite being awake- despite not being… alone. not alone this time

Turning her face into his neck, displeased hum escaping at trusting people; unable to stop the images of hands, multitudes of hands reaching gripping- the way they pinch and bruise and

…h…A..rM…

-it all made her skin prickle.

For any sane being, there wasn’t a choice to make between the torture and chains left leagues behind and continuing forward. But this specimen… in her mind it was still right there; only a doorway, a metal corridor, a lift away- from being in a test chamber again.

What others saw as a simple beast at first, was quite literally the only thing she could remember being kind- so much so that the concept was impossible to imagine being shown the same behavior from anyone.

She stayed there, pressed into warm fur; able to hear his heartbeat, feel him breathe…alive and here…

“-trust… follow you.”

#02a || lab rat dog. [ic: red xiii]#v08 || ΕΓΛ 0007 #[& aileth]#projecthaileth #projecth aileth

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"Now that you're both full and rested, I believe it is time we talked about what you're planning to do, moving forward."

From where he was resting, curled up next to Aileth's bed, Red only briefly acknowledged the veterinarian's words with a brief shake of an ear. His belly felt so heavy, and all he wanted to do in the moment was to sleep off his first full meal in ages.

"We will leave as soon as we both can walk. I have no intention of imposing my presence longer than necessary." He said without lifting his head from his own paws.

To which the woman shook her head instead. "I thought that would be the case, and I am not going to stop you. But recovery takes time, even for you. Even in the most optimistic scenario, you're looking at a week at the least." She said, arms crossed, from where she saw the armchair across the room. "For this reason, I believe it is time you start to share a few things. The marks on your body, as well as hers, for example. Those aren't ordinary scars... I'm thinking of a research facility of some kind. Some kind of medical experiments that resulted in that horrible growth inside the girl. Am I close so far?"

cloudyfenrir

"Didn't promise they would, I said if we're lucky," Cloud spoke, keeping his focus on the road ahead so he forgets about the heat and sweat.

"Can't say I blame 'em, I'd speed up too if I saw us," he continued, eyes scanning the area for any Chocobo Stops. Sometimes they came equipped with a vending machine for those who ride chocoback. Even if there isn't, there's shade and a bench so Red can give his paws a break from the hot concrete.