𝔸 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

Selective Multi-Muse RP account || Written by Jojo

[nouvomond]

                        A change in ǝʌıʇɔǝdsɹǝd can open you                            up to a world of new 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 

Independent + selective + low activity multi muse. Penned by Jojo

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[paramythas]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 than she'd ever really imagined it would be. Sure, she helped keep people safe- but she didn't really get to enact much in the way of justice. And now, seeing it up close, despite her popularity at the precinct... even Karen wasn't stupid enough to not understand that there were things being done that weren't for the sake of doing the 'right thing' so much as they were 'making the right quota'. Things that were brushed aside or ignored in favor of keeping their own lives more peaceful.

It's what's led her to this- skulking around at night- when she's not studying to get into a school she never thought she'd want to join, in order to be able to better help people- in order to enact justice more directly.

Was it technically vigilantism? Maybe. Did Karen think that was necessarily a bad thing? Well, as a supporter of most types of 'heroes'- not really. All she was doing was what her superiors and her coworkers refused to do for the sake of their futures and reputations: taking out any trash that didn't want to go willingly.

Tonight though she's responding to a report of a scuffle- one that's gone ignored by the nearest precinct. She sees someone she thinks might have been involved- or at least caught up- fleeing in the other direction, but when she arrives on the scene, all she sees is a victim and no perpetrator. Or so she assumes, until she sees the knife in his hand, clutched tightly, expertly still, and her instincts (undeniable, after this many years of training) screaming that the slight figure limned by the dim light at the edges of the street lamp's each is incredibly dangerous.

It gives her pause enough to reconsider what she needs to do. Can she take this person to a hospital, or will that be dangerous? Not just for him, but for those in the facility as well.

No, she decides, looking grimly down at him- at the shadowy way he's dressed, so similar to her own but still so different- she can't take that chance. But then where-?

❝ Haha.. Well, isn't this a shame? Only getting to see a cutie like you when I'm about to bite it.. ❞

Karen's head whips to his face from where she's knelt to inspect his wound, and feels her face heat immediately. Of all things to say on the verge of death, and that's-!?

Fumbling for her phone, Karen calls for the only person she can really trust to help her with something like this- and not alert her idiot brother that something's up.

"Hello- Hanekawa-san? Yeah- it's. I need help. The no-questions-asked kind of help. Can you come quickly-? Yeah. I'll send you my location."

Snapping her phone shut, Karen reaches carefully under the slender body, scooping it into her arms and straightening as if he weighs nothing at all. Then again, to a woman her size, he likely doesn't. Somewhere between that and his passing out, however, Yugamu may hear a reluctant mutter as his rescuer curls him tighter against his chest.

"Some nerve he's got to call me cute when he looks like that..."

Hanekawa-san and her bodyguard, true to her word, show up to help in no time. She doesn't ask about where either of them learned to treat injuries the way they did, and they don't explain, which suits her just fine. What doesn't suit her is the mess left on bed sheets that she's forced to throw away, lest Koyomi drop in unexpectedly and find evidence.

Evidence of what though, Karen isn't really sure.

All she knows is that now she's called out of work for a couple of days, and is now standing guard over an ivory-pale young man with a recovering gash in his stomach as though something tried to eviscerate him. It's not the only injury (though those are healed and scarred over) he's got, and it only brings up more questions. But for the moment, Karen is content to follow Hanekawa-san's instructions on caring for the injury, even while she quietly sits and theorizes about just what could have left him in this state to begin with.

[nouvomond]

Whatever memories he had of what followed next, if any, were a haze. They might very well have just been the hallucinations of a dying mind. Some final visions of comfort to ease the body's natural fear of death, even though he'd long since been trained to suppress such fears naturally. Brief flashes of unfamiliar faces around them. One second observing. The other absent. The very next standing over him again with equipment, prodding against his body.

What felt like seconds were in reality days going by of slipping in and out of consciousness. Witnessing round the clock efforts to keep him alive, despite what were undoubtedly fatal injuries. How long this went for, he couldn't even fathom. After all, he wasn't even fully cognizant of what was even happening around him.

It wasn't until roughly a week had gone by that his first, fully conscious thought in a while crossed his mind... That he felt like eating a weeks' worth of ice cream sundaes.

Awoken by a mixture of hunger and some lingering pain in his abdomen, he slowly rose from the comfort of a bed he was entirely unfamiliar with. After all, his own bed was anything but comfortable. He glanced at the IV Tube still connected to him. The dim, early morning lights just barely beginning to peek in through the blinds of nearby windows. And a lone figure, asleep on a chair just nearby.

An angel.

So he hadn't dreamt all of that up. He had very much been on death's door. And now, he was alive. And this person. This stranger, was responsible. His body moved with a fluidity that seemed almost unnatural. Barely producing a single sound, despite the fact that the dead quiet of the room should have amplified every single sound within it. He hovered over the chair where the stranger slept and eyed her. Up and down, his eyes occasionally lingering on certain parts of her anatomy. She was close to waking up.

And once she did, she'd be greeted with a hand pressed down on her shoulder. And a scalpel hovering dangerously close to her face.

❝ Rise and shine, my guardian angel. I have a few questions I'd like to ask you, if you wouldn't mind answering them~ ❞

The tone of his voice was strikingly different from how it had been during his near death experience. It was somehow icily cold, yet exceedingly playful. A dichotomy that seemed to correlate with the disconnect between his physical presence as well. He was a fairly short and lanky person. In comparison to her, he was several inches shorter and had even less bulk than her. And yet, there was this odd air about him. Both festering and predatory, that screamed of far greater strength than what was visible on the surface.

Though perhaps strangest of all was the disconnect between what was happening, and the feeling in the room. The knife and the look in his eyes presented this moment as a very real and credible threat. And yet, there was also a complete lack of any real malicious intent.

❝ First question... Why did you save me? ❞

[topmechaniic]

❝Alright, alright. So... ❞ She inwardly deliberates her choices. ❝ I do want hazelnut and bacon... but somethin' sweet that's not marshmallows. Oh! Strawberries!! ❞

[nouvomond]

❝ We've got a real creative mind on our hands! Hazelnut, bacon and strawberries is definitely a firs time combination for me, but that's just part of the fun with making something new. Trying whatever comes to your mind and seeing how it turns out!. ❞

[nouvomond]

Mini Muse List Update (Trauma edition)

Fear and Hunger

[pcrplevenom]

"I punched a few in the face when my boundriess get crossed, I don't hold back on how hard I go for. Either that, or a good sweep if my leg-to-sside of body ration hurtss far more!" She wasn't royalty by far, but can dress the part with secretly weaponized attire to act quickly. Best to be ready at all times. "But, I won't touch 'ya." "Aye, I can't forget! I'm Soldan Aquria. I'm sorry for ssaying it before I sstarted rambling!" offering a hand, grinning nervously on her own behalf.

[nouvomond]

❝ well shiiiiiiz. fishtits got hands, thas what i like to see. not that im surprised the sea homies kno how to fuk someone right the hell up, but ya dont see many bother with that an just go for the kill shot instead. nice to meet someone whos a lil more lenient. ❞

Rather than reaching out to shakeher hand, Marvus raised his hand up and left it there, as if expecting something to happen in return. That was a clear a high five gesture as one could get. Most people would kill to be able to touch that hand. Literally. The death count at his concerts is bonkers and he's not all that proud of it.

❝ dont leave me hangin too long there, solsol lol. ❞

[nouvomond]

The new featured path for HSR 5.0 leaked..

[nouvomond]

❝ I would like it stated for the record that the reason I do not bed you is not because you are a man. It is because you are beneath me and my passionate embrace is reserved only for equals and the audacious. ❞

[pinktetia]

"Photography sucks. Time for AI pictures." March?????????????

[nouvomond]

❝ Well it's about TIME! I've been waiting for a chance to get this AI business venture of mine off the ground for MONTHS! Whaddya say you and ol' Sampo bring about the golden age of creative bankruptcy and mass produced slop-- I mean innovative artistry? ❞

[nouvomond]

Brain is wrestling me again, but I have a reply in progress in the drafts and it's time to activate maximum freak.

[ofamess]

"I  think  I'm  at  ---  or  over  the  limit.  I  had  two  energy  drinks  earlier.  Now  I'm  on  coffee  ---  and  Maybe....  I  should  have  more,  I'm  not  sure.  I  haven't  slept  in  almost  24  hours!  Gaming  all  night."

[nouvomond]

❝ Hmm. Right. Sometimes I forget sleep is that much of a necessity for most people. 24 hours is still in the realm of acceptability. The real side effects of sleep deprivation only really start to hit after 72, so... One more coffee should be fine. ❞

[green-x-reaper]

"Oh? Are you looking to sleep with me, Angel cakes~?" Dead leaned closer towards the devil and gave his neck a little lick. "I'm just teasing you. Honestly, I could go for a showing. Like watch an opera or a movie. People still do those kinds of things, right?"

[nouvomond]

❝ ... Angel cakes? ❞

Was that meant to be a sort of nickname? He'd never actually gotten one of those. The best he ever got was just Angel. It was... Nice.

❝ To my knowledge, yes. They do. On top of eating out and other forms of entertainment that seem more exhausting than fun. So a Movie or a trip to the Opera sounds perfect. The former would probably be easier to find on such short notice. ❞

[nouvomond]

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❝ ... ? ❞

This human... Was she asleep while standing upright? Her eyes remained closed, even when confronted by her glorious presence. How utterly foolish! To let one's guard down in such a careless manner. It would be all too easy for an enemy to crush her in an instant! Now that she thought about it, though... Was she even human? She definitely wasn't a Devil, but she had wings sprouting from her head...

Believing the other to be slumbering, she leaned in closer towards her face and squinted. Revolting though she may be, she was... Modestly interesting. But still revolting!

@mlodic

[nouvomond]

"Hermes..." The current seat of Azem slouches in on the heels of his own fragment, his own supposed creation, yawning wide and slumping onto the scientist's shoulder. Their big, impossibly bright eyes are half-lidded and sleepy behind their mask, but Azem- or rather, Atlas- only slumps more heavily as soon as attention is turned their way. "Venat said to tell you you're meant to come with me to get grapes. From near a volcano." A dark hand pats his shoulder comfortingly, as if knowing how unpleasant the change in clime will be. "Get lighter robes."

❝ But I-- ❞

His protests remained trapped within his throat. Both to the sudden request thrown towards him, as well as Azem's weight suddenly bearing down onto his more meager (if one could even call it that) frame. But of course such a distraction would be thrown his way at such a pivotal moment. Perhaps Venat had seen how... Obsessive Hermes had grown in recent days and thought it best to find some way to get him out of his room and interact with others.

And Azem, for all others often said about them and their conduct, was hardly a fool. He doubted that they were simply ignorant and roped into Venat's little intervention. Concern. Friends. They should have soothed his heart. And yet, in that dark corner of his mind, the question still plagued him... Perhaps... Perhaps they were right.

❝ Very well... But I cannot tarry too long. I'm so close to preparing them for their-- I-It's nothing. Nevermind. Just tell me where to meet you. ❞

[nouvomond]

The Four Horsemen of 'Too terrible, even for me'.

[nouvomond]

[nouvomond]

❝ I pity those who, so bogged down by their own virtues and morality, deny themselves the chance to experience true joy and satisfaction. How very dull must life be for such cattle. And yet... Even pursuing that which brings me satisfaction has left me... Unfulfilled. I need more. ❞

[green-x-reaper]

❝ I'm going to guess your day was pretty stressful. ❞

"If only you were there to see it. You'd understand a fraction of what my day is like as a reaper. Bullshit from both the living and the dead."

[nouvomond]

❝ Mmm. Even trying to imagine it is already wearing me out. Dealing with Humans and Devils alone is already a handful. ❞

Angel ponders for a moment, before spreading one of his wings out and placing it around her as best he could.

❝ Do you want to do something fun to take your mind off of it? Though my idea of fun usually invovles sleeping, which might not be all that fun to most other people. ❞