Ride On Red Scarf

Lighter from ZZZ Affiliated with Isola Not Indie Friendly Townhouse 211

[rideonredscarf]

What is your trauma archeotype?

The Devoured

Your trauma is consuming, fiery, relentless. It burns through relationships, through safety, through peace of mind. Yet even in ruin, you shine with a dangerous intensity.

[rideonredscarf]

what type of timeless space are you?

stepping out of the cinema and it's dark out

It was daytime when you went in, now, it is dark. Time shouldn't pass out here when you're in there. You don't feel unsettled by it. It feels refreshing. The cool evening air resets you. A reset button on the constant awareness of time passing. Time is a canvas to be played with, time is a potential to create great things. You seek colour in your life, you spend your time on beautiful things. Useless things become useful if they are beautiful, because beauty is what inspires us. And you do, too. The time you spend living is beautiful, it is a testament that you are creating life. You are creating your own life and building it with memories and beautiful pieces of art. Time is confusing, surprising and upsetting at times, but it is a space to create, it is an opportunity to give time to your friends, give time to yourself, give time to the world.

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

[vhsmeme]

* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

[brittsmemes]

Send 💭 + a topic and my muse will tell you what they think about it.

[rpmemegraveyard]

❇ life philosophy headcanons.

Send a symbol, receive an answer. For multimuses, specify muse:

♚ — Does your muse believe in objective right and wrong? Why do they hold this view? ♔ — Does your muse believe people are innately good or innately bad? Why do they believe this? ♞ — What does your muse believe happens after death? Do they believe in an afterlife and why/why not? If they do, what do they imagine this afterlife to be? ♘ — Do they believe humanity/their species, as a whole, to be moving in the ‘right’ direction or the ‘wrong’ one? Why do they believe this? ♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing? ♟ — Does your muse believe in free will? Do they believe that people are mostly free? ♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate? ♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it? ♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make? ♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for? ♡  — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

[rpmemegraveyard]

BUNCH OF QUESTIONS TO ASK THE MUSES . . . For those who are scratching their head thinking of asks to send

🍎 "If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

🐥"Do you more commonly commit to your fight instinct, or your flight instinct?"

🐈"If you could have any pet in the world, real or fictional, what would it be?"

⛅"How's the weather where you live?"

🎧"What genre of music have you been into, lately?"

🍲"When you cook for yourself, what's your go-to dish?"

📺"Do you prefer watching movies, or long-running TV shows?"

📖"How often do you read books?"

💀"Do you think you have a high life expectancy?"

🍕"When you're ordering food for delivery, what's your first choice (pizza, fast food, etc)?"

📱"Do you use social media a lot?"

✈️"How often do you travel? Do you enjoy travelling?"

🏅"Would you consider yourself a competitive person?"

🖼️"What's your favorite color, and why do you like it?"

⏩"If you could re-experience one moment in your life, what moment would you choose?"

🔮"Do you believe in fate? Why or why not?"

[shadeandsuffering]

"Nice scarf. I know someone back home who'd probably flip out if they saw you in person. Maybe even ask where you got it or tips on how to pull a look like that off."

She had to admit it was a bit stylish. It managed to blend both a modern look with something out of all those things kids tried aspiring to be back in school. That alone would give him a few brownie points, in anyone's eyes but Lich's

"You trying to cosplay something?"

@rideonredscarf | s.c

[rideonredscarf]

Lighter glances over at the young lady, complimenting his scarf and then talking about some friend of hers. A fan? He's reminded a lot of the people in Lumina Square, who would often approach him and gush about this n' that or ask for his autograph. He never really got why, but went along with it anyhow. No harm no foul.

"This old thing? Nah, no cosplay. A good pal of mine gave it to me as a... welcoming gift of sorts." Big Daddy knew what he was doing, giving someone as strong as Lighter something as flashy as this. The 'Red Scarf' became a moniker faster than he could keep up with.

"Your friend has good taste, though." He smirks a little.

[viladlind]

@curseshared > @rideonredscarf

there's a silence on the ground floor.

the encampment reminds fiyero of the yawning portal, in a lot of ways. loud chatter of adventurers, food and drink and the sparkle of excitement in everybody's eyes. a fight or two, occasionally.

but it's quiet here. there's only the soft grinding of sand underneath his boots, and the air snapping past his ears when he flicks them around. this room, he's been in before, but he's still cautious not to get surprised.

there's still a big grin on his face. his powers may be limited, but there's newfound confidence in planning to clear these rooms as he is. and of course, with some help.

looking at his two new companions, fiyero gestures at the golden door in the very back of the room.

' we start here. we're all equipped, yes? let's go over it one more time. our roles, so to speak. there's no knowing what we'll actually come across once we enter. '

[curseshared]

What a beautiful room... of course, she's seen it before, but the elaborate detailing on every sandstone piece is something Lilith could get lost in for hours. Now, however, she gives herself only a moment to admire it before fixing her gaze on the party leader.

Charming fellow, she thinks. His demonic appearance earns more respect, not less. As for the human... he advertised himself as a professional fighter.

This places Lilith in the role of the mage for their odd, tall group.

"I've prepared the best I can, not knowing what's past that door. My spells are all right here—" in a bundle of papers with glyphs pre-drawn, just the way Luz would do. "But I've been clear: I am a scholar first, here to study this place; I don't want to fight if I can avoid it."

@rideonredscarf >> @viladlind

[rideonredscarf]

The starting room is nice,reminds Lighter a bit of home with all the sandstone and whatnot. Lots of people, though, vendors all around yelling about their wares and how one is more effective than their neighbors. It's also bright, surprisingly so for an enclosed space that feels so earthy, and Lighter pushes his sunglasses up a bit more.

"All good over here." He nods, though Lighter wasn't much in need of prep. Without his gauntlet, he fought with his bare fists like long ago. Some spare wraps to go under his gloves, a couple of rations just in case, and he was good to go.

"Loud n' clear, Lil'." He nods toward the mage, who initially hired him as protection from potential monsters while she studied the inside of this dungeon. Fiyero was a coincidental addition, but already took role as leader, which Lighter had respect for.

The demon-man, almost Thiren looking guy, held himself with confidence. Seems like he was used to the role, thankfully.

"Let's get a move on, then, yeah?"

@viladlind >> @curseshared

[phiore]

❝ oh... ❞ phiore steps out from behind lighter to give the painting a curious peek. their first thought upon seeing it is rather grim, that perhaps the woman's wine was poisoned by the strange man in the scene's background. and so they frown somewhat, feeling a strange sympathy for her. ❝ are we uncovering a message? or... a picture? ❞ to hopefully answer their own question, they try to get closer to the pieces constantine has in his hands.

❝ and there's one, two... ten pieces? ❞ softly, they gasp! ❝ you're right! there's only a handful of possible answers. i know we can solve it! ❞ @uwps001 -> @rideonredscarf

[uwps001]

Constantine continues to look through the pieces that are provided to them. "Each one's got different pictures on them. I'm guessing it's a story." He looks up at them in his crouched position, "I'm not really good with these story-based puzzles." It's not something he likes admitting, but he was good with his hands when it came to fixing or building things. Story-based stuff or puzzles were more of Celine's thing. Not his.

"Lighter, what do you think?" he's motioning for the guy to come closer so he can come help.

- @rideonredscarf - @phiore

[rideonredscarf]

"Mm, well... Always start from the edges with puzzles, right?" Lighter brings a hand up to his chin and looks over the pieces. They're all perfectly square, but some of them have gold trim on one or two sides, indicating the edges of the mural. Lighter grabs one of them, and pushes it to a corner spot, so the gold edges are outlining the image.

Nothing happens, so he slides it to a different corner. There's a click, and the piece sinks in, no longer movable. Lighter puts his hands up in a 'ta-da'-like pose.

"All in a days work."

@phiore - @uwps001

[falsitiess]

Comedies weren't exactly his thing. If he were to watch a live performance, he'd much prefer watching a drama, an opera, anything else. Yet, there was very little for the man to do to pass the time, and he may as well try and find something- which is how he's found himself here.

His seat of choice is near the back, closer to the aisle. It wasn't preferred, but at least there weren't too many obstructions before him. Desmond sits with one leg crossed over the other, only perking up when he hears someone asking him a question.

"Ah, no. Go ahead."

[rideonredscarf]

"Thanks." Lighter gives a polite nod, and takes the seat next to the stranger. Other seats, start to fill around them as well, as the night seemingly starts to near it's peak attendance for the amphitheatre. When the lights start to dim, Lighter takes his shades off, folding them and hooking an arm of it into his shirt to keep them safe.

It's dim enough that the lights don't bother his eyes, especially when they darken further as the play starts. Lighter is quiet, and briefly wonders what exactly is playing. Something about residents?

There's a sound of motorcycles, and as the curtains part, the stage has props that make the setting look desert-like. A woman-- very well endowed-- runs on stage and is followed by a handful of others.

"We are the Sons of Chalcedon! We're going to WIN this bike race!" 'Ceasar' says, and Lighter... just sinks lower into his seat. Great. Okay. This is going to be a night.

"But, Ce, where ARE our bikes?" 'Lucy' says, and the girls gasp before comically running off stage, clown-like music following.

[punishercross]

He's pissed, he lost his lighter - his favorite lighter - probably in that damn scuffle with that jerk trying to hold up the bodega. They might serve piss-poor food that gives you the shits, but everyone's gotta make a living.

Luckily, a hero rides in on a red scarf.

"Yeah, damn." He grabs the lighter, quickly flipping it over to open it and light his own cigarette before a 'thank you' can even be a thought. Taking a drag, it's his second - or third - thought, at least.

"Hey thanks. You too, man." Being called 'brother' made him snort.

"You want a smoke in exchange? Don't mind the blood, ain't mine."

[rideonredscarf]

The stranger takes the zippo, lights his cigarette, and takes a long drag before sighing out the smoke. The smell of burning chemicals and nicotine is enough to make Lighter's fingers itch for one, a telltale sign that an addiction never really fades in the face of it's source.

With how stressed he's been coming to Spirale. unable to contact the Proxy, the Sons of Calydon, or any of his old friends... Well, he's more than tempted to take the guy up on his offer, but Lighter waves a hand instead.

"Nah, thanks though. I quit."

"Not yours, huh? I'm guessing it's from the guy with his ass beat down the block?" He asks. He'd initially thought the lighter was his, but the guy was running away before the biker could even ask.

[uwps001]

@phiore - @rideonredscarf

ROOM THREE: QUEEN'S TALE.

Constantine is the first to pick up one of the stones to inspect. "Looks like some sort of puzzle." There are quite a few pieces. Each one is colored vibrantly. He takes another look at the piece. A woman lies in bed with a golden chalice on the floor. There is a man who stands nearby with two people behind him.

"Damn..." He looks to Phiore and Lighter. "Looks like these puzzles might be telling a story. We just have to do them correctly."

[rideonredscarf]

Lighter looks around the long hallway, but there's nothing of note except the painting at the end. It's rather dramatic looking, the woman laying (presumably dead, or wasted) on her bed with some red drink spilled on the floor. Some guys in the background too. Lighter isn't much for puzzles, but he's not dumb either.

"Well I guess it can't be too hard. Even if we mess up there's only a handful of possible combos, so..." He gives a shrug, looking over the pictures. "How hard can it be?"

>> @phiore

[rideonredscarf]

In the Mirage Keep, multiple boards harbour For Hire signs for the newly appeared dungeon. A few stand out, such as one whose paper is bordered with bright red. They all seem to be hand written.

FOR HIRE: PROFESSIONAL FIGHTER

Name: Lighter Experience: Multiple years of mercenary work, ring fighting, and body-guarding. Works well in groups and solo. Fighting Style: Hands-on. Excels in boxing. Accolades: Undefeated in Ring Fighting for over 2 years. Challenges issued when bodyguard also have no loss record. Other: Just tell me what to do, and I'll get it done if I can. And I probably can. Price: Starts at 50 Dust an hour. Willing to negotiate.

If interested, message ###-####-####.

[rideonredscarf]

Isle Improv Night

Drawn in by the laughter, Lighter figured he was due for some kind of break. Stressing about being plucked right from a Hollow and put into some strange city wasn't doing him any good so far, so he might as well get to know the locals. What better place than a big open-air theatre?

Lighter grabs a drink and a seat next to a smart-looking man with glasses. Normally not the type Lighter would try to strike a conversation with, but seats were limited. It seemed they were either at an intermission, or between showings.

"Pardon. This seat taken?"

@falsitiess

[rideonredscarf]

There's a glint of light from the ground that catches Lighter's eye as he's walking. When he looks, his heart nearly stops for a second-- its a zippo for sure, and the gold color doesn't register right away as he picks it up. Unfortunately, when he looks as both sides, no words seem to be stamped upon it's shell. Also, it isn't silver-- this isn't his.

He bites back a dejected sigh, looking up and around for anyone who might have dropped it. The prime suspect being a guy a foot taller than him, patting at his pockets with a cigarette dangling between his lips.

"Lookin' for this, brother?" Lighter asks, offering the zippo.

"... Nice shades."

@punishercross

[rideonredscarf]

Lighter isn't sure why this small... jester-looking person is so nervous, but she looks terribly stressed by something. Normally he isn't one to pry into people's business, but the stranger looked like a kid in his eyes. While he wasn't the greatest with them, it didn't look like any parent was around to help her.

"Hey, you good?" He asks, and pulls out a lollipop from his pocket.

"Here, have one. You lost your parents or somethin'?"

@jestingforanexit