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indie & private medusa gorgon (soul eater) written by root

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ayanamimon  : 

…someone was actually willing to talk to her for once? That was a new one. Usually, people sort of just… ignored Rei. Having someone who she could talk with face-to-face was a welcome change.

“Alright, then… follow me.” She led the woman along towards the back of the coffeehouse, taking a seat at a table the lights seemingly ignored. With a sip of her drink, she introduced herself. “My name is Rei Ayanami… my parents are both renowned scientists. And… I am… the end result of their attempts to artificially create a human being.”

⁎ | The witch finds herself with a new respect for two people she had yet to meet. She leans forward in her seat, resting two palms on the wooden surface. The way she tilts her head is reminicent of the way a dog's ears perk up at the mention of a walk. "That's rather ambitious of them." She purses her lips, wondering what kind of questions would be out of bounds for the woman.       "Did they try to hide that from you?" Discovery of otherness was something the witch had all too much experience with.

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reformedeyes   :

Another step away from the woman, he bites his tongue, stopping himself from revealing his suspicion towards Medusa’s true identity — a secret spoiled for him by his soul perception.

He watches her with sharp eyes, clenching his fists by his sides. No, he doesn’t trust the woman at all.

⁎ | She notes the clenched fists and steps forward again with a the warmest smile she could muster. "Hostile, hm?" She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "I'm not sure that is tolerated here outside of classes." She drums a well manicured finger against her chin, her smile faltering ever so slightly.       Well, "I'm not too sure I can carry on this conversation by myself. Why don't you allow me to lend you some pointers." She says with a nod towards the wooden dummy.

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

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Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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icaruskidemxnas   : 

          { 🛡️ };; ——                Curious, was the beast, who leaned his massive head down towards                the woman. Trico let out a puff of air through his nostrils, long talons                clicking against the ground. He cooed softly with a curious purr to it,                head tilting ever so slightly.

⁎ |She's fascinated with the creature, large and gentle. Neither of which she could relate to. Unsure of the protocol for a situation like this, she simply kneels before the mystic beast. Medusa's amber eyes are unblinking... an attempt to mentally photograph every inch of what stood before her for later research.       The witch is doubtful of what use speaking to it would be,        but it's an effort not to be left unexplored.       "Do you have a name?"

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                  You wanna 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 me?                        Get in line bitch.

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rottenrhythms  :

“…eh?” The crumbling of the target itself was enough to alert Hazmat to someone else’s presence even before Medusa raised her voice; at first she should the target was simply that frail, but the way it collapsed from the center outwards wasn’t natural at all.

Sure enough, she soon found herself face-to-face with the witch, who she greeted with a chuckle and a smirk with the slightest hint of wickedness. “T’anks, I’ve been workin’ on it fer a while,” she responded jokingly. “I got pretty nice aim, ah?”

⁎ | Medusa cocks her head to the side, observing the stranger more closely. At first, the witch says nothing. She steps closer, allowing each other to see the whites of their eyes more clearly. She casts a glance to the remaining targets, covered in that strange black goop. So unfamiliar, the witch needs to know more. With an eyebrow raised, Medusa shrugs. "Did you teach yourself?"       She extends her hand, the one with the tattoo of a snake coiling around it.        "I'm Medusa."       The blonde had too little experience with other creatures of the supernatural. She feels her heart skip a beat and forces herself to retain a calm composure. Uncharted territory was no need for foolishness.

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⁎ | The witch had found abandoned theme parks to be the ideal space for spell practice. She loved the energy of places like this. So easy for her to channel herself, and as a bonus, she had made her way onto many viral videos that claimed her handiwork as proof of ghosts. Humans are so foolish, she muses. She flicks her wrist sharply and the long dead lights of a cotton candy machine spring to life once again.       She makes her way to a shooting range, enjoying the feel of worn pavement on her barefeet. As Medusa inches closer, she can see that she is not alone. A young woman stands a few feet back from the decaying targets. Medusa ducks behind a popcorn and fried dough stand to watch, maybe to fuck with the woman a little as well. But then she sees the black goop dripping down the targets. Thats not a human. A witch perhaps? The witch's full attention is on the stranger now. Her palms raise in unison, crumbling the target in the middle, and Medusa steps out from the shadows.       "That's a cool party trick."

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ayanamimon   : 

A couple judging murmurs came from the coffeehouse’s other patrons, but Rei agreed. “Believe me, I have never understood it either.” Soon after placing her own order, she took her coffee and began walking off to find a seat… that is, until Medusa asked about her hair.

“Thank you, but… it is not dye. This is… well, it is part of a larger story.”

⁎ | Now that was interesting. Medusa decides her coffee can wait and she steps out of line after the girl. The woman had never met another creature like herself. Another creature of the supernatural. The thought of some sort of birth defect crosses her mind breifly but she brushes it off, allowing the hope and wonder to linger.       She presses for more information. "Well, I do have a bit of time to kill..."

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                           I’d say ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ                              But I’m ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ than that. 

                                                                              You’ll ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ see it coming.

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ayanamimon  :

“…hm?” Rei turned her head to face the woman behind her, and it instantly became apparent something was… off about her. Her hairstyle, one almost resembling a noose, was something she’d never seen anything like before, was the biggest clue.

Regardless, she’d asked a question, so she felt obligated to answer. “It is not on the menu, but… if you do simply ask for an iced coffee, they will make it for you.”

⁎ | "How the fuck do you not make iced coffee at a fucking coffee shop." Her far from content grumbles were not an invitation for commentary, but she supposed she'd get it anyway either in the form of a request to leave or passive agressive glares. She rolls her eyes and scoffs. Then with a laugh she says, "Well thank you for your help." She notes the way the stranger's hair reflects the light in such a spellbinding way.       "I quite like your hair." She says while shifting her gaze back and forth between the barista and the stoic girl. "What brand of dye do you use?"

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@ayanamimon

⁎ | Seattle, surprisingly, Medusa had grown tired of LA nights within a week and had stown away on the next bus out. She supposes the space needle would be a natural first detour on the way to find some food. She couldn't even see the top of that thing from where she stands. The witch brings a hand to sheild her eyes from the sun as she looks closer, not in wonder but rather in disappointment. So overhyped, she thinks to herself with a casual roll of her eyes as she returns her focus to the bustling station.       Immediately she forgets about the space needle and makes a nosedive for the cafe across the street. Travel exhaustion had been hitting the witch harder and harder over the last month and she needed a caffeine boost, stat. Alas, the menu seemed to be written in total hipster gibberish, so she taps the girl in line ahead of her on the shoulder. "Do you know what they make thats the closest thing to a plain ol' iced coffee?"

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shinigamikiddo  : 

              ❝  It’s nothing serious. ❞

He wouldn’t be here at all were it not for the SCHOOL INSISTING he get looked at. Their concerns were unwarranted.  But, if getting a simple little physical will satisfy them, so be it.

   It’s unnecessary, but this is how rules work.

                      ❝  A simple physical. I need to take                       one like every other student… Do                        you have the time?  ❞

The vibe Medusa gives off always sets him on edge… Perhaps… He should come back when one of the others are around….

⁎ | An eyebrow shoots upwards. A physical? How strange. After a moment her look of confusion is replaced with one of a more... hospitable nature. A gentle smile and a pair of ever so slightly crinkled eyes. She clasps her hands in front of her chest, "Well of course I have the time, here take a seat." She gestures towards the nearest cot. "I must have misplaced the letter from Shinigami-sama." She clicks her tongue as a way of scolding herself.       "We're clearly not expecting anything but-" She cuts herself off abruptly and swivels around to face the young man. "Is something the matter?" He couldn't possibly know her true identity but... did she sense some suspicion? No way.

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reformedeyes  :

He answers with only silence. Whether it is fear, distrust, or a mix of both, it doesn’t matter, Asura has no plans with dignifying her with a response. He turns away, tugging at his scarf, scanning his eyes over the vacant field. 

⁎ | Her hands at her hips, she chuckles at his silence. "Oh come on, cat got your tongue?" And then, despite her previous actions, "I promise I won't laugh," she coos.

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❝   There can be no beauty in an aesthetic without value!! It’s about balance — a beautiful balance like perfect symmetry!   ❞

Selective & Private Death the Kid from Soul Eater

Loved by Micah

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virtusferocia  : 

          { ♫ };; —–               A simple brush along the shoulders made the woman tense, but quickly              relaxed when it was Medusa. Maka quickly helped pick up the papers that              fell from her arms. She gathered them up with much haste, making sure              to gather each and every one of them before standing back up straight and             holding the papers out for her to grab.                             ❝No, don’t be sorry. That was my fault. Are you okay,                             Miss Gorgon?❞

⁎ | A smile graces her lips and she extends a paled hand, accepting the papers with relief. My, how organized...Medusa exhales, "It would take a lot more than that to take me down, rest assured." She wets her lower lip and with her free hand forms an O.K. sign, smile still very much intact. It was an exhausting habit to keep up with, always the chipper nurse, ugh, give me a break. "Well, how about yourself, hm?" She tilts her head ever so slightly to the left with the inquiry.       "And I should probably thank you." She adds quickly        with a gesture towards the bundle in her arms.

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⁎ | The practice field stood relatiely vacant, save for Asura and herself. She adjusts the head of the dummy he had seemed so focused on moments before, and with a teasing smile says, "You seem to be a little out of practice today, what could be troubling you, Asura?"