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“You ever just, like,” Eugene continues to chew his sandwich, “wonder ‘if an orange is orange, why isn’t a lime called a green or a lemon called a yellow?’ because it’s been bugging me all day here.”
“Have you ever considered the colour is named after the fruit, not the other way around.” She paused. “Or they were very uncreative when it came to naming the fruit. Most types of citrus are human developped anyway.”
Reverse Switcheroo
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Daughter of the Stormy Seas
Daughter of a family of merchants, many years ago, Trisana was an odd case. Constantly plagued with natural phenomenon appears in places they had no rights to (indoors, on clear days), her family began to believe that she harboured a demon inside of her. An attempt was mage to remove the corruption, for her family’s pride was on the line, but there was never a corruption to begin with.
Having naturally been born with a connection to the elements themselves, whenever Tris felt threatened, she would inadvertently call them to protect her. In an attempt to ‘save’ her, which was little more than an effort to rid her family of their pest, Tris felt herself at a greater risk than she’d ever been, The earth shattered below her, sending the city she was born in crashing into the sea. Lightning lit the building alight, which massive winds storms made the streets a danger for anyone there.
The few that survived the carnage left the city, all but one. Tris was alone, but there was safety in that. The sea brought her what she needed to survive, the iinds keeping her warm or cool when needed. She lived among the ruins, every day her powers becoming stronger and stronger. There was no reason to fight her for anyone to seek her out, not for anyone to fight her. But, people rarely need a reason to disturb the peace.,
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Send me a musical note for…♩ - A song that makes me think of my muse.
But, what if I run out of fertilizer?What if the clouds run out of rain? What if Lemon Boy won't grow no longer?What if beaches dry of sugar cane?
♩
Send me a musical note for…♩ - A song that makes me think of my muse.
I'm going away for a while, But I'll be back. Don't try to follow me, 'Cause I'll return as soon as possible. See,I'm trying to find my place,But it might not be here where I feel safe.
♩ - A song that makes me think of my muse.
Send me a musical note for…♩ - A song that makes me think of my muse.
Curse the Reaper cowled in black, He’s laughing at your failing.Pull that oar until it cracks! We’re bound for better sailing,Bound for better sailing!
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♩ - A song that makes me think of my muse.
I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns,I guess I’m human no more. I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain. Oh, how easily passion twists? You think I’m a crazy bitch.I craft my words to fit your head. ’Cause no one listens to the dead.
♪ - A song that is on my muse’s ipod.
Home you'll go and it's there you'll stayAnd you've work to do in the morning Give up your dream of going awayForget your sailors in Galway
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♭ - A song that reminds my muse of yours.
♮ - A song that shows how my muse feels about yours.
♯ - Your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone
ashes-of-omelas:
“M-my brother Lorian, yes,” Lothric says, looking between the two of them, wanting to answer them both at once. “Here on the steps and over there learning from his teacher, too… I-I think this is his dream, and that is certainly his memory. I have not seen a dog… goodness, are you quite alright?”
This last question is addressed to Lorian, who’s quietly put his head in his hands and suddenly seems preoccupied with some internal struggle. It’s always fallen to him to stay alert to protect his brother. He can’t afford to rest and indulge in a sense of peace like the spell wants him to. Maybe no one’s explicitly trying to kill them anymore, but this city has them by the neck, and what if… something happens, something… like this… the more he questions where he is and reaches for answers, the harder the purple fog works to take them away. And the spell is stronger than he is, stronger than anyone. Before long, he’s gone from the steps and back in the memory, reliving it obliviously. Focusing on getting the movements of the drill correct feels good, feels like he’s making progress towards something. He can’t shake an odd sense that he misses his mentor a lot and hasn’t seen him in years, but he doesn’t understand why that should be the case at all, and the sense is too subtle to really get his attention.
Lothric watches the memory, the ocean that swallowed his brother, play out in thoughtful horror, absently steering a hand to his chin.
He turns to Tris like he’s just seen a ghost and smiles politely. He doesn’t want to risk losing her too. It would be very lonely, sitting on the steps alone. He wants to ask her if she’s dreaming, but… perhaps not all at once… “What kind of dog are you looking for?” he asks.
“You’re taller than I remember,” she mused, but treated it like nothing of importance. It didn’t feel important right now. Maybe when she woke she’d realize exactly how strange this was. The realization that they were dreaming would have hit her soon, anyway, but the admission they were probably in Lorian’s dream was more than enough for her to face up to reality. She paused, feeling more firmly for her sibling in her mind. There was a presence, but not response. This really was just a dream, wasn’t it? That’s right, they weren’t here. Yet, even this much was a comfort. It was difficult, when a part of you was just ripped away. As the larger twin fades out, Tris begins to take on a stern expression. Right, this was just a dream. She was wandering around in someone else’s memories. A part of her wanted to ease back into Discipline cottage, to pretend her siblings were with her, but that wouldn’t do. “This most certainly is his dream. I wonder how I ended up wandering over here. Probably because I chased Little Bear,” she mused aloud before finally looking to Lothric. “It’s not my first run in with a dreamlike state. I’m not going to fade back into it, if that’s what you’re wondering. I can keep a certain amount of awareness.”
Why was she always like this?
Boof! Boof!
“...And I think that would be the dog.” She pointed to the large, bear like dog running around the courtyard, trying to get someone’s attention. “I should probably get him out of here before he disturbs your brother. He’s very friendly, but I don’t think he’s supposed to be in this dream.” There’s a certain amount of wicked amusement to her tone.
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Because on of her abilities is over the tides, I believe that Tris is probably immune to the effects of water pressure. However, the spirit of the seas in the Circle/Emelan series is canonically extremely nasty, and she would not enjoy this what so ever.
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Tris has experimented with all three of her siblings crafts, though the only one that she’s actually any good at is weaving. Smithing was nice at first, and she enjoyed the use of the bellows, but the loud sounds frightened her, reminding her too much of battle. As for gardening, well, she’s decent at it, but doesn’t get enough enjoyment out of it to tolerate a filthy dress.
grass, electric
Grass: What kinds of things do they do to relax and wind down?
Storm watching, or following the winds. The weather feels alive to her, as though it is a part of her.
Electric: What kinds of quirks/eccentricities do they have or indulge in?
Tris, please, stop preforming great feats of magic without warning anyone first... She just doesn’t seem to understand how terrifying this is to people.
Ghost!
Ghost: What sorts of vices do they indulge in? Do they feel shame or guilt over them?
Well, not a traditional vice, but Tris throws herself too thoroughly into her work in an attempt to escape her thoughts. She is also very prone to envy of other, more fortunate people.
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poison, psychic
Poison: Do they suffer from any chronic and/or mental illnesses? Are any of them the result of trauma in their life?
One of the things that was confirmed about Tris from the author is that she had PTSD due to abuse from her biological family. This only became all the worse after the pirate attack in Tris’ Book/The Power In The Storm. Specifically, she remembers the carnage her magic cause and the hundreds of innocent slave that died when she sank the pirate queen’s fleet. She frequently has dreams about this incident or get caught up in her memories of the battle, and her childhood has made it very difficult for her to trust new people.
Psychic: Are they the sort of person to enjoy the limelight? Do they chase fame at all and if so, how so?
Not at all! Tris actually wants to be left alone, first and foremost. Her magic tends to attract the wrong kind of attention. First, people think she’s lying. Secondly, if she proves it, they think she’s too dangerous and needs to be controlled. And if not that, they see her as a weapon that they can use. Because of this, Tris prefers to play a more passive role.
