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I know, my friend! I know! *hugs* Where have you been!? It’s been much too long!
*hugs and scowls* Busy. And bored, all at the same time! *huffs and looks up at him* Still here, I see. I shouldn't be surprised, mmn? Old as we are. *chuckles*
okay! I actually appreciate the specifics so I know exactly what you mean :)
OoC: You're more than welcome! Glad I could be as specific as possible. :3 I never mean to exclude with my rules (unless you should be excluded on principal.) Hopefully I'll hear from someone soon~
if someone has two muses with two very different personalities, physical attributes (like race, hair color, height, hair length..), outlook on life, and even species would you still not prefer to rp with that blog because it's multi muse?
OoC: Alright, so. Let me rehash this, since the kind anon has given me the prompting to do so - its been an evolving thing, since multi-muses have ranged (in my experience) from two muses, to fifteen+ muses, and I'll be unsurprisingly compromising on that front - the smaller the muse pool, the more I understand the appeal of a multi-muse blog. That being said, however, I have the BIGGEST issue with blogs who attempt to have more than one muse answer in a single post/para rp (if that makes sense). ie: Coven goes in and introduces himself, and then gets a reply, from one blog, for 5+ people, as if they were all in the same room. The style can do nothing to differentiate that many muses, and even in just 2+ situations, I find it gives an odd dynamic to the interaction. So, my rule of thumb: Keep it separate. I don't want to interact with character X and character Y in the same post, but am glad to pretend as though Character X is the only character from that blog, so long as its the one I'm interacting with.
Hell. I'd be willing to RP with both, so long as it was clear (in the title, perhaps), that they were the ones interacting in that post.
SO. In a long-winded reply to your very specific question: I would gladly RP with two different muses, as if they were on two different blogs, so long as it was established that they were separate beings with separate boards, existing at different times.
I Had The Best Hair... -Open
"There’s more than one kind of irresistible, I’ll remind you!" He shook his head. "I do look like a hippie, and that was the huge fashion for a long time. Scruffy, bearded, long-haired and wandering; we were just different kinds of the same package." He wagered.
"It didn’t." He said quietly in response, taking a deep breath. "I need to talk to her on that front. I’m merely trying to find a tactful way of dealing with what I’ve learned."
The Count rubbed his face, needing to forget the memories of Jamie for a little while. He needed to be able to find ways to cope with the loss. No one came to him to let him know about Jamie. He found it all out through The Countess and even then it was his own time to heal. He and his dog, Female. His little Female, she comforted him when no one else had. “Your hippie look isn’t working right now unless you’re going by hipster now? I know it’s a new look. You know there’s no tactful way to talk to her when she goes by her emotions and anger.”
He sighed and nodded, mirroring his expression as he rubbed at his eyes and thought it over. "Hipsters are the devil. They're not hippies, they're yuppies." He grumbled. "I'll find a way to break it to her. I doubt its bad news, considering the present state of things, but I think she'll still be upset." He looked over at the taller man. "What of you, mmn? I never see you anymore."
You know...there are no wolves left in Ireland - not since a long time before I managed to make it to the Island. Still, a kiss for good luck on Saint Patrick's Day?
Gimmie that - Its time for you to celebrate, big boy, you've been too blue for too long!
I'm taking you out, and the Countess will have to deal with it!
I Had The Best Hair... -Open
He laughed openly at that, the sound falling from a his maw before he shook his head and gave him a ‘come on, now’, look. ”First of all, I am hardly jealous, my mane can still grow, and tends to, in a curly, full, blond fashion, thank you very much. And, for second, I seem to recall there being a rumor of a certain broken hip…” He gave him another look, and then seemed to shake the thought off physically, licking at his lips.
A bark of laughter and The Count remembered in great detail the moment he snapped Jamie’s hip while fucking him into the bed. “Yes, and it’s true. No rumor. I don’t know if his hip healed the right away.” He shrugged considering Jamie ad him enjoyed a few hours of blissful fucking. The memories is all he had of his time with him. He was gone. Dead and gone. No one comforted him, they all went running to console The Countess, but never him. “You would look like a hippie and hippies are still not looked at fondly.”
"There's more than one kind of irresistible, I'll remind you!" He shook his head. "I do look like a hippie, and that was the huge fashion for a long time. Scruffy, bearded, long-haired and wandering; we were just different kinds of the same package." He wagered.
"It didn't." He said quietly in response, taking a deep breath. "I need to talk to her on that front. I'm merely trying to find a tactful way of dealing with what I've learned."
I Had The Best Hair... -Open
"Thank the Gods for that, mmn?" The wolf gave a grin, his tail swishing faintly behind himself. "There was something beautiful about a mane of hair in years past…there still is, sometimes." Silver eyes tacked him for a moment. "I bet it had every lass for leagues fawning." A wolfish grin followed.
"Would be a fucking curse if I ended up becoming fat with the much shit they threw inside the small tower." Most of the time, he thought it was mud from the pigs or the horse shit dressed up to look like food. He stroked the short hair he held now and sought to grind down those horrible memories. They were in the past, no need to keep them coming. "It did, had Ferenc and a few others vying for my attention. However, since Ferenc there’s been only women for men tend to be jealous of how handsome I am. I bet you’re jealous."
He laughed openly at that, the sound falling from a his maw before he shook his head and gave him a 'come on, now', look. "First of all, I am hardly jealous, my mane can still grow, and tends to, in a curly, full, blond fashion, thank you very much. And, for second, I seem to recall there being a rumor of a certain broken hip..." He gave him another look, and then seemed to shake the thought off physically, licking at his lips.
I Had The Best Hair... -Open
"In Hungary, wonder how I managed to chop it all off. Miss it, but nowadays men with long hair fit only into a few small categories," he explained, touching his hair and glancing over. "None of which I can fall into, but I did keep this body without any trouble.
"Thank the Gods for that, mmn?" The wolf gave a grin, his tail swishing faintly behind himself. "There was something beautiful about a mane of hair in years past...there still is, sometimes." Silver eyes tacked him for a moment. "I bet it had every lass for leagues fawning." A wolfish grin followed.
Creating Scars
Today had been a slow day in the shop. A few wandering teenagers peeking in to get a look at the massive ‘bear’ behind the counter, which was something he was used to at this point, but other than that there were no customers. Currently he was seated behind the front counter, which was filled with various piercing options. Adrik himself did not have any piercings, but his steady hands knew how to place them properly. He looked over a tattooers magazine that was filled with emerging artists, and he flipped idly through pages while inspecting their work.
It was boring, and part of him debated closing early, something he rarely did save on extremely slow days like this.
He'd been debating it with himself for several weeks - after asking around, and finding a reputable shop, he'd struggled with his choice; he was, after all, getting old. Coven found himself in need of new scars - a few of his thinner, older raised skin had stopped functioning to carry souls, and in important areas, he needed them at the ready. Still, it was always risky, finding someone new to entrust his body to - it wasn't easy.
Today, he would find out if it would be worth it. It was with sunglasses tucked on the top of his head that he stepped inside, looking the man behind the counter over with a smile. "Hey - I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about getting some scar work done."
Need Some Advice - Coven & Izzie
"Oh, I had some idea." He chuckled, arching his brow at her, the face bringing an outright laugh from him as he nodded. "You shoulda seen her face at some of the people I’ve kept in bed…" He assured with a wrinkle of his nose. Of course she disapproved of what she thought to be poor choices! "Worst part is realizing that she’s usually right. Though, she’s also a surprisingly good winner." He grinned and shook his head with a groan, rubbing at his face.
"I’m glad she saved your ass. I’m sure you are, too." He set his fork down and took up his glass again as he listened, shrugging a bit. "Peace between us…? Yeah, I’d like to think so. I doubt there’s much that I could ever do or say that would alarm her into disavowing me. I practically have real estate under her bed when I just need to disappear; and she’s never kicked me out."
"Oh god, I have to know!" If knowing the woman could be surprised and his bedmates, Izzie wanted to know. "She looked like her jaw would snap in two when she invited my boyfriend and I to dinner." Which ended up being an interrogation and demands for Izzie to start the new line of Báthory babies. "I hope she’s wrong about Maeldun and me. She says he is using me and will move on when I die." Death wasn’t something she thought about in the past. Now? It popped up everywhere in her thoughts and her life.
Though he managed to put her back into laughter at imagining him into sleeping under her bed. “I’m glad you don’t mind feeling her big ass pushing the mattress down into your face. Why don’t you just sleep on top? You look tall and limber enough, you won’t take up much space.” Unless he was into the kink of feeling smooshed?
He laughed quietly. "My mate and I are...interesting." He sighed and rubbed at his face. "My son was born two years ago, and, because he happens to be half-God, he just...popped into being an adult a few months later. He's just started college..." He waved a hand. "Its a bit of a mess. Somewhere in the mix, I had another God in bed, and there were several others, but none of them all that serious, and then there's Riku, who I'm certain you've met...? Yeah, he and Countess weren't friendly back then, either..."
He regarded her for a moment. "As for sleeping in her bed, I do that, too." Oh, the things they'd seen..."But, I think she means well when she tells you her fears. She fears for you, as if you were herself in younger years. Its her mothering instinct; don't let it bum you out. Just do your best not to hide shit, and she'll be on your side, even if she's telling you you're stupid all the way home."
This wolf's been tired - how about everyone else?
