The Edge of Creation

' The world is, Irrevocably stained with illusions. ' Hello there, a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my multi-muse. This blog will serve as an outlet for my creative energies, be they art, prose, or concept. I will post my writing, concepts, and art to this blog sporadically, but the main purpose of this blog is to get back into roleplaying. I will offer a wide variety of muses, including canon, AU, and original characters. All of which you are free to interact with. Asks and starters are welcome, so please feel free and don't be shy.

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™ + Reiko & Syn

"Oh, Syn? Hmm." She pondered the matter for a moment, moving the fork in her mouth up and down as she furrowed her brow. Removing the utensil from her mouth and setting it down on the plate, she stretched her arms up above her head. "All right then..."

Taking a deep breath, the woman would get in the other's mindset—or rather, the facade that the alien presented to the outside world.

Donning a stoic demeanor, the Essence would offer her imaginary conversation partner a small smile. One that held an air of amicability, but lacked the kind of sincerity that a truly genuine, from-the-heart smile would possess. A personable front, one that served well in business engagements. Friendly, yet distant—not perceptibly, but as if she was closed off others.

"I had stopped to rest and admire this scenery. It's not often I get time to take in the sights. I am often on the move, from one place to another. It is beautiful here." Eyes trail off, as if staring at something far and distant.

There's a faint flicker of something in her eyes, almost unnoticeable. Something that came not from her parody of the other's behavior and mannerisms, but from a realization of her own. Her lips waver for a moment, before whatever brought on that hesitation was dismissed.

"I've got a job that might prove interesting. I know you like to come along, I've already gotten approval, did you want to join me for one of our usual outings?" The voice leaving her lips was calm, almost gentle in nature. The way the alien had been with her, caring yet closed off, supportive yet distant. Like there was some line that she was terrified to cross, or some thing that made her keep her heart locked away. Though, perhaps that was for the best, for both parties.

Then, eyes would sharpen, keen as a blade. The gentle front would vanish, replaced by cold calculation. Throwing her hand forward, a blade would appear in it, and to the best of her ability, she would mimic the way the alien fought. Fluid motion, wary glances, cautious, but not without brief instances that, should they be exploited with the correct tools, could spell disaster.

The invisible battle she was fighting, it was reminiscent of one fought before, one the pair had participated in—and one they had nearly lost. She would reenact the movements with frightening accuracy, down to the last detail—and the last moment. The one where the alien had been taken by surprise.

The one where, if not for the entity acting in this illusory play, Syn would have died.

Hazy eyes would stare up to the sky above, clouded and glazed over, as if on the verge of death. Laying on the floor in silence, she would finish her reenactment, slowly releasing the conscious control of her body, allowing it to go limp. Eyes would struggle to remain open, eyelids growing heavy, until finally, they would close.

A fate that had been averted, unknowingly by her own power.

Lifting herself off the floor, the woman gave a sigh. "Syn...she's soft on me, with me. Something she isn't with others. I can tell from how she carries herself on the battlefield. How wary she is...that's the sign of someone who's always had to be on guard around others, someone who's spent their entire life struggling to survive." Rubbing the back of her neck, she lifted her gaze to stare ahead of her. "When she was younger, sometimes when she was sleeping, she'd mutter things and whimper in her sleep as she clung to me. Nightmares, no doubt..." Letting out an exhale, a somber light reflected in those crimson hues.

"It's hard to tell anymore. What's the ‘real you’ when you're nothing but the amalgamation of accumulated traumas."

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I am SO gonna regret this, but ™ Reiko, do Chen

Send ™ and my muse will do an imitation of yours.

"Eugh, do I have to?"

(( Yes, yes you do. I'm not rejecting asks just because you don't like what you get. ))

"...You're absolutely atrocious you know that?"

(( As are you. ))

"Haaaah..."

Shutting her eyes, the woman would slowly inhale, mentally preparing herself for the humiliation she would be forced to endure.

In stark contrast to her usual narrowed, sharp-eyed gaze and arrogant smirk, her eyes opened wide, a bright smile appearing on her face as she adopted a bubbly demeanor.

"A lot of people look at me and think, ‘She's just a kid!’, or ‘She's just a cat!’, but..." Moving with a childish exuberance, she'd step forward, a bounce in each step. "I bet you'd be surprised to learn that I'm actually the shikigami of Ran Yakumo! Who in turn is the shikigami of Yukari Yakumo! Which means that I'm not some weak push over! I can hold my own! Look!"

"I can do this!" Throwing her arms forward, she spread her fingers, palms open to the sky, as lightning erupted from them, darting upward as it departed from her hands.

"And this!" Left arm falling to her side, her right would do a sweeping motion upward. Pointer finger extended, a small ball of fire burst into existence, hovering just above the tip of her finger. "And that's not all!"

"I have a sword too!" Bringing her arms up, she crosses them in front of her. With her right hand clenched and her left palm flat, she pulled them in opposite directions, away from each other. With the motion of her gesture as a flourish, she summoned forth her blade in her right hand. Swinging her arm forward, she pointed the sword straight ahead of her. "And I know how to use it too!" In an animated fashion, she performed multiple thrusts forward before swinging the blade about in an exaggerated manner, her motions looking more like someone copying an action movie or a video game, rather than those of someone who'd been properly trained in the use of a blade. Flashy, and lacking practicality. The way she acted, carrying herself like an amateur with easy to see, and even easier to exploit openings in her defense. No doubt implying the other to be as such.

"Wait, that's not how you're supposed to do it? But that's what Yukari-sama showed me! Are you sure you're not just uneducated in this style of martial arts? Maybe you should expand upon your repertoire."

Planting the sword in the ground, she released her grip on it, the blade vanishing in an instant. Taking in a breath, she paused, before heaving out a heavy exhale.

"I think I'm going to be sick..."

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I. The Magician — What does your muse consider theirself an expert in? XVII. The Star — Describe the type of art that your muse is drawn towards. XX. Judgement — Describe a time where your muse had to make a difficult decision. XXII/0. The Fool — Has your muse ever faced a high risk high reward opportunity that could potentially leave them ruined? Describe that opportunity and whether or not they took it. [for Raiya!]

I. The Magician — What does your muse consider theirself an expert in?

Nothing in particular really. He doesn't really pride himself on anything, nor does he belief he's the best at anything he does. However, he's quite skilled in combat, being called a prodigy by others. He himself wouldn't claim to be all that great at it though.

XVII. The Star — Describe the type of art that your muse is drawn towards.

He's not really an art buff, but would be more likely to go to an art exhibit than Reiko would. He would probably like landscapes or skyscapes, paintings of the night sky, sunsets, sunrises, that sort of thing.

XX. Judgement — Describe a time where your muse had to make a difficult decision.

As of yet, he hasn't had to make any truly difficult decisions. In most cases, he doesn't have a choice. That, or his choice is taken from him. Often times, Reiko makes the hard decisions, and she does so without the hesitation that Raiya would no doubt have.

XXII/0. The Fool — Has your muse ever faced a high risk high reward opportunity that could potentially leave them ruined? Describe that opportunity and whether or not they took it.

He's rather risk averse, and doesn't willingly put himself in risky situations, so as of yet, he hasn't come across such an opportunity.

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"Hm, Ivalinne." Myazheii nods in her direction, before her attention returns to her cauldron. She drops a handful of powder in with one hand while mixing the brew inside with a ladle with the other. Whatever it is she's making, it doesn't smell pleasant at all, but then, when has anything brewed by an alchemist been easy on the senses? "You're free to come over and watch, or talk, while I put the finishing touches on this brew."

Poking her head out from behind a tree, the young duchess would look to the woman, before almost immediately scrunching up her nose and quickly clasping a hand over it. A muffled groan of disgust could be heard from the girl as she visibly winced at the odour.

"N-no, I—" Pulling back behind the tree a little, she'd speak up, voice muffled by the hand over her mouth and nose. "I am c-content at this d-distance..." That smell was truly awful, unlike anything she had ever smelt before. What was that? And for that matter, why was this strange lady doing this here of all places? In the Rozka'cer garden? Was it simply for a change of scenery? Well, it's not like she could blame her for wanting to enjoy it, but surely that can't be it, right?

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“Can confirm blondes are predisposed to psychotic tendencies. I was murdered by one once.”

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The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try - Reiko | Justice: A decision they wish they could do over - Raiya | Temperance: Their ideal day - Cherei

The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try

“I’ve done pretty much everything there is to do, so nothing really?”

There’s a short pause afterwards as s thought occurs to her.

“…If it’s a question of ‘do’, then I guess there is one thing…”

“I never did get to sleep with him…”

Justice: A decision they wish they could do over

“The decision to leave home and—”

He stops suddenly, frowning at the the thought that had occurred to him.

“The decision to work for Akir—”

Once again he comes to an abrupt halt, his frown deepening into a scowl.

“The decision to return after—“

“FUCK!!! NONE OF THE DECISIONS IN MY LIFE ARE MY OWN!“

Temperance: Their ideal day

“My ideal day…” The young woman would smile softly, as if the notion was precious to her, something she had often envisioned, so much so that the thought had been cemented in her mind, like a wish she desperately hoped would come true. “Well, it would start of course with a sunny day. Clear skies, birds chirping, the sweet smells of summer in the air. Walking out into the sunlight, basking in it as a cool breeze ruffled my hair…I would turn to my companion, smile at them and say, “What a beautiful day! Isn’t it wonderful that it didn’t rain today?”” She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and relishing in the mental imagery. “They would agree, maybe smile back at me, and we’d kick off our date.” She would twirl a finger through her hair as she spoke. “First, we’d go sightseeing around town, take a walk through the park, browse some local shops, eventually we’d make our way to a restaurant with outdoor seating. We’d place our orders, and talk about our lives and our interests as we waited for our food, laughing and smiling, enjoying each other’s company.” Placing a hand over her chest, the brunette would close her eyes, exhaling softly.

“After that, we would go to see a show, sit next to one another…” Reopening her eyes, green irises would reflect a sadness. “When the show ended, we’d walk through the streets, holding hands…” Intertwining her fingers, she’d bring her hands together, mimicking the gesture. “As the sun sets, we’d make our way back home, and after walking me home, they would turn to me with a smile. “I had a great time today.”, they’d say, as they said how much fun they had. I would return the sentiment, smiling straight from the heart, as sincere as can be.” Parting her joined hands, Her gaze would lower as she thought about the next scene.

“I would tell them that I would love to do it again sometime, that I really enjoyed it, and I…I would tell them how it is…that I felt…” A hint of red would grace her cheeks as she described her long held fantasy. “Reaching out, I would take hold of their hand, giving it a squeeze. Hopefully…hopefully…” She would pause, placing a hand over her chest. “…Hopefully they would reciprocate my feelings, and embrace me. I’d get to feel the warmth of their body…something I’ve never gotten to feel thanks to…” She would stop herself, shaking the thought from her head. “No, I shouldn’t get side-tracked…Ahem.” Clearing her throat, she’d continue. “After that, after wrapping my arms around them and hugging them tight, they would pull back briefly, before giving me a kiss goodnight…”

As the words left her lips, so too would the tears slide down her cheek and depart her face. “Ah..! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—” Raising a hand to wipe the tears, she would come to a halt, her expression wavering as the sorrow overtook her. “I’ve just…I’ve never had something like that…My condition…I can’t touch anyone else, I can’t feel the warmth of anyone’s body…can’t hold anyone in my arms, let alone anything more intimate.” Sniffling slightly, she would regain her composure. “It’s just…something I’ve always wanted. What it feels like to be held in someone’s arms...I didn’t have anything like that, not even from family...considering I never knew my parents...” She lowered her head as memories of the past surfaced in her mind. “I’ve just...never felt what it’s like...”

Lips would part momentarily, as if a thought had occurred to her. “...I had always thought that I’d never be able to...that this wish of mine would never be granted...but—” Lifting her head, she would place a hand upon her chest. “But...maybe. Maybe I can...after all, he’s immune to the sickness I carry, perhaps he could...”

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👉 Raiya, talk about Reiko!

"That woman is nothing but trouble. Unhelpful, condescending, difficult to deal with in any situation. There's nothing good about her. Everything with her is one-sided, the odds always leaning in her favor, since she makes sure that's the only way things will go. She won't accept any other outcome."

"..." He's silent for a moment, as if something unpleasant had come to mind. "Even if she—by some miracle—actually does something good, it's not like that was her intent. So what if she's saved my life on multiple occasions? That's just self-preservation. After all, I'm her "Vessel", right?" He scoffs, turning away.

"Just a tool, nothing more. Something "convenient" to her. When my usefulness runs out, I'll be tossed aside no doubt. That's the kind of person she is."

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Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours. [Reiko for any version of Syn/Mala she knows]

Chosen Verse: Syn [Route 2]

This is supposed to be Syn...? The hell happened to her? She looks almost nothing like she did, almost like a corpse—as if something tied her lifeforce to her body after it died. Her complexion, the hair, those eyes... A twitch upon her features would shift her frown to a grimace briefly before settling upon a scowl. Those aren’t Syn’s eyes...not the eyes I’ve grown accustom to—not the irises that I’ve come to appreciate. The way she looks at me, the familiarity is there, that this woman knows me intimately, but...when I look at those eyes...I don’t see her—I don’t see the Syn I know.

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Talk about Eli

“What is there to say? That girl is simply what you see. She acts without thinking, does what she pleases, speaks without consideration...She’s simple-minded and straightforward. Her way of thinking often times resembles that of a child who’s trying too hard to be an adult. She wears her heart on her sleeve, despite trying her damnedest to play the part of the stoic loner who doesn’t need anyone else to survive.”

The woman pauses as she lets out an exhale, gaze averting downwards briefly, as if something was troubling her.

“She’s honest to her feelings. If she likes someone, she’ll let it be known, if she hates someone, she’ll say it straight to their face. Pretending to be someone she’s not just isn’t something she has any desire to do.” Falling silent once more, the woman would turn a solemn gaze away.

“But she doesn’t know how to be emotional, to feel freely and express herself out in the open, in front of others. She’s always been censored, silenced by those around her. Told not to feel, that she didn’t have the right to. She’s spent her entire life muzzled by whoever happened to be holding her leash at the time. Those nuns...that bitch that took advantage of her, tainted her through her touch, stole her first kiss, and burned into her the traumas that had made Eli tremble at even the most basic and harmless of touches...and that bastard Kou, who subjugated her and forced her to symbolically kill herself through the murder of people who might end up like her—including children who by no fault of their own, found themselves in the same situation as that scared little girl once found herself in. Fearful of the world that held more cruelty than she could ever bear...spending every day crying in pain and agony...pleading for someone—anyone, to save her...” The Essence fell silent as she slowly closed her eyes.

“Her growth as a person has been stifled. Not only was she not allowed to live the life she should have, never able to be a child while she was a child, never able to make friends and socialize with her peers, never able to just enjoy life and act her age, bur she also lost a significant portion of time to—” She stops herself, crimson hues unveiled as her eyes fluttered open.

“She’s never had anything. Not a mother and father to raise her, to teach her about the world and protect her from all its evils. Not friends to play with, so that she could learn how to connect with people and understand them better. Not a teacher, to help her learn all she needs to know and grant her wisdom for the future. Not a—” She would abruptly stop, hesitant to even speak about the matter, as if she wasn’t worthy of doing so. “...Not...not a lover, to let her know that she’s dearly loved and cared about. No one to tell her that it’s all right to cry. No one to let her know it’s okay to express herself and show her feelings. No one to reassure her whenever she doubted herself. No one to accept and love her for who she truly is. No one to embrace her, so that she could finally feel safe, so she could finally be at peace.”

“She’s spent so long out of view, hiding her feelings in the space between seconds. It’s become second nature to her. The only way she knows how to be. Closed off, out of reach, separate from the world and those who belong in it.”

“...With the changes I’ve wrought on her, she’s becoming something new, something more than she was. Not just emotionally, but physically, spiritually,” Her eyes drifted aimlessly as she thought about it, the drastic changes in Eli’s behaviour. While it had been for the most part a positive change, there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be repercussions. The panic with which Eli had approached her, distressed by the sight of her own blood, which had turned crimson.

“...She’s started to feel again...to open herself up.” Letting out a soft sigh, the Essence turned her gaze to the floor. “Eli’s form is tied to her perception of herself. So for her blood to return to normal—to cease being pitch-black, she must view herself as human again.” Pausing to let those words sink in, the corners of her mouth would twitch slightly, as if she wanted to smile, but something was holding her back from doing so.

“With how long she’s spent with her own emotions shut off, she’s no doubt going to get overwhelmed by all the new stimuli that she’s experiencing for the first time.” Thinking to herself, she’d imagine the possible scenarios and their likely outcomes. Addiction, volatile mood swings, dissociation, panic attacks, dependence, obsession. For each scenario was its own set of outcomes, branching out like a tree. Each scenario was run through multiple times as she thought over each possibility.

“...And of course, the worst case scenario.” She muttered to herself.

“That I break her worse than all those that came before.”

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™ + Reiko, do Mani!

Send ™ and my muse will do an imitation of yours.

“Mani, huh?” She repeated, a hand to her chin as she thought about the individual in question.

“Oh, oh, I know! I’ve got it! Watch this!” Raising a hand, she would don a smirk before pulling her hand in front of, and across her face, obscuring her eyes for the briefest of moments, before unveiling the change she had enacted upon them. Once pure white sclera turned dark, imitating the appearance of the manifestation’s eyes. With her preparations made, the woman would clear her throat before beginning.

“There’s no point in trying to hide. I noticed you were following me.” A callous voice is accompanied by an apathetic gaze, staring warily in the direction of the illusory stranger she was speaking to.

There was silence, as if she was listening to someone else speak, to explain themselves and their motives. Though her expression remained unchanged, her body would shift ever so slightly, tensing with caution and an almost perceivable air of annoyance.

“Is that so...?” Her voice came out as a low, guttural growl, an intense gaze levied upon her invisible conversation partner. “If you’re that eager to die, then try it, see where it gets you...” The woman’s body tensed up, readying herself for an inevitable fight. Her stance shifted slightly, prepared to move out of the way of an oncoming attack. Her hands were loose, ready to bring forth her weapon to counter her opponent’s assault. The aura she gave off was palpable, like a viper coiled in anticipation of the foolish and ignorant approach of its next victim. Whatever was to come, she was ready for it.

...And just like that, she dropped the act, a smirk coming over her features.

With an amused chuckle the woman turned her gaze towards her audience for whom she was putting on this act for. Eyes still darkened by the magic trick she had used to start off her performance, all she would do is blink, the appearance of her eyes returning to normal as faint wisps of smoke would drift away from her eyes for a moment, before vanishing from sight.

“How’s that for an impression? Pretty good, yeah?” She said with a snicker. “People like him who have very little character are easy to predict. The typical mindset of a loner who wants nothing to do with anything. Though don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. It certainly makes him an easy target! Haha!”

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The young duchess sat alone in her room, huddled up on the bed, hugging her knees close, tears still in the corners of her eyes even though she had long since stopped crying. The earlier incident weighed heavy on her heart, dragging her down into a deep depression. So much was on her mind. The swiftly approaching wedding, the words Eli had said to her, what she had said in return, how she had acted, and most of all, her impending demise.

A fate that couldn’t be overturned.

Hugging her knees a little closer, she rested her head upon them solemnly.

As she sat in silence, a knock would come at the door.

The girl didn’t move, nor did she speak to grant the person entrance into her room.

After a minute more of silence, the door would open slowly, as a tall, raven-haired man stepped into the room.

“Ivalinne? What is the matter?” He asked softly as he gazed at her with eyes full of concern.

“...” The young noble didn’t respond, merely hugging her knees a little tighter.

With a frown, her father sauntered over to the bed upon which she sat, gently taking a seat at the girl’s side. “What weighs upon your heart, my flower?”

The girl didn’t speak, but her eyes averted slightly to look away from him in humiliation.

“Did you perhaps get into a fight with that girl you’ve been spending time with?” He asked, watching her reaction carefully.

There was a twitch in her features at the mention, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing as she grimaced.

With her body language answering his question in the place of spoken words, he let out a small sigh as a faint smile appeared on his features. Anton knew his daughter well enough, that she tended to be unreasonable at times, insisting that she was in the right when she clearly wasn’t. Perhaps he had spoiled her a little too much, but either way, Ivalinne was his daughter, and he loved her all the same. Despite all her flaws and eccentricities, in spite of and for them, he loved his child with all his heart, and that would never change.

Reaching over, he pulled the girl closer—to which she gave a reflexive flinch as an arm wrapped around her. Giving his daughter a gentle hug, he looked to her face, seeing the tears that remained in the corners of her eyes. Lifting his hand to her face, he wiped them from her eyes, garnering a wince from the girl.

“Whatever it was you fought over must have been very important to leave you in such a state. It is all right if you do not wish to tell me what happened.” He said as he stroked the girl’s hair gently. “I have seen the two of you in the garden before. You seem to get along quite well from what I saw.” Looking to his daughter, he let out a chuckle as he gave her a warm smile. “Not to mention all the food you have been sneaking out for her.”

The young duchess flinched, a look of embarrassment appearing on her face as she glanced up at her father with a whimper. “Y-you knew of that?!” She exclaimed as her cheeks flushed with a faint red.

“Haha, of course! I know all that goes on within our estate.” He said as he turned a jovial smile to the girl. “...Though, having the servants report of our dwindling supply of pastries and other treats may have helped in that regard.” He said with an amused chuckle as he hugged his child, who merely gave a shameful whimper at having been found out.

Giving the girl a gentle smile, Anton pulled back slightly, releasing the girl from his embrace. “Ivalinne, I know you must be upset with her at this moment, but you must remember something of great importance.” He said softly, giving the girl’s head another pat as she looked up towards him with a quizzical gaze. “Every relationship has its ups and downs, its highs and lows. This is true of everyone, of you and that girl, even your mother and I. We all struggle to understand one another, to connect with the people that surround us. Sometimes we may stumble, sometimes we may fall, but nonetheless, we get back up and try again. This is true of more than just our friendships with one another, but of many things in life.” Taking a breath, his brown eyes met with Ivalinne’s red hues. “You must keep in mind what matters most.”

“Whatever it was that was said between the two of you, it hurt because she is important to you, Ivalinne, and from what I have witnessed, I can say with certainty that you are not the only one who is hurting.”

“If you truly care about her, then can you truly let things remain as they currently are? I know it must be hard right now, but eventually it will lessen. Take your time, think about what happened, and ask yourself, is it truly worth losing a friend over?”

“I...” Lowering her head, the young duchess averted her gaze, thinking back to the things Eli had said.

“I am certain it was not her intent to cause you such distress. Perhaps she just did not know how to put into words how she felt about the matter.”

The girl lowered her gaze further, a sullen look upon her face. She had no response for him. Did she perhaps misunderstand Eli’s intentions? But what she said, those words—

“Do you want to let her go?” The question came abruptly, a firm but caring gaze fixated upon his daughter.

“Ah...” Her expression twisted into a mixture of guilt and and regret. Hesitation would consume her, preventing her from answering his question. She hadn’t thought about that. Did she want to see Eli again, even after what she had said?

Anton, seeing his daughter’s inner turmoil, sighed softly. “It is all too easy to just let things be as they are, and to lose our grip on what we hold dear. Attempting to resolve an issue can be a daunting task when we are so afraid that we will only make matters worse. I know that doing nothing can seem like the best option when we are paralyzed by the fear of losing what we care about permanently.” A small, somber frown would appear on the duke’s face as he recalled a similar situation he had encountered in the past. “It may seem like there are a dozen things that could go wrong, a dozen reasons not to make an effort towards repairing this issue, but in the end, there is really only two choices here. Do you wish to act, even if there is no guarantee that you will succeed? Or will you not, thus ensuring that you will fail.”

“But Father...I—” She stopped herself from telling him what had been said, that she would die upon the day of her wedding—that they would die.

At the thought, the memory of those horrific images that had been forced into her mind would resurface, bringing tears to her eyes.

Noticing the shift in the girl’s behavior, and seeing the tears in her eyes, Anton turned to his daughter with a look of concern as he pulled her close. “What is the matter Ivalinne? What is troubling you so?”

The young duchess merely whimpered in response. I cannot tell Father......That I–...that we are... Holding in the urge to confess what she knew, the tears in the corners of her eyes would slide down her face.

Giving her a loving embrace, the duke would stroke the girl’s head, trying to ease his daughter’s suffering as best as he could. “It will be all right Ivalinne, I am sure she does not wish to lose you either. Give it time, she will come back to you, I am certain of it.” Anton said as he closed his eyes and focused on soothing his daughter’s cries, oblivious to the true reason for her tears.

Wrapping her arms around her father, the young duchess would let loose her emotions, letting her pain flow freely as she cried into her father’s arms for what would likely be the last time.

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mayohigan-orange​:

Chen tilted her head, frowning a little at Reiko as she refused to respond, a little blood trickling from her ear as she did so. Her frown deepened a little as there was no reply, at least, as far as Chen to could tell, her hands clenching into fists. But considering how dazed the loud noise had made her, the idea of retaliating was far from her mind.

She gave a soft growl never the less as Reiko turned away and took at few steps, her hands unclenching… her head tilting the other way as Reiko patted her shoulder, her own hand rising up to copy her…

And she gave a loud squeak as her hands found heat and flames, starting to smack at the flames there, luckily managing to put the flames out fairly quickly, her attention completely diverted away from Reiko.

The yelp the nekomata let out as she realized she’d been set ablaze would bring an amused grin to the woman’s face. Unable to contain her laughter, she snickered quietly to herself, a sound Chen no doubt couldn’t hear in her current state. Nor would she see her laughing due to her focus being diverted away from the woman.

With the youkai frantically trying to smother the flames, Reiko would use the opportunity to take her leave. She had gotten her fill of amusement out of the other, sticking around any longer would only risk that brief moment of enjoyment she had gotten out of the situation.

By the time Chen had removed the danger to her and regained her bearings, she would find herself standing alone in the clearing, with no sign of the dark haired woman’s presence to be found.

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betweenhumanandyoukai​:

The entire time they would go on to decide whether to take their offer or not, the merchant would just stare at them in turn, patiently waiting for what their answer would be.

“Payments don’t always have to be in money. So many more can be used as alternatives to settle transactions. Of course, this is only if both parties involved are in agreement. It wouldn’t be called a fair trade, right?” 

To hear how they were interested in his offer instead of something more common however, a soft chuckle would escape their breath in turn as they spoke, finding amusement that the would go on to agree to this even when they’ve yet to be acquainted more.

“I suppose the question now is if you’d like to receive my offer now or perhaps be willing to wait later.” The merchant would pause in turn for a bit as the end of their lips would perk up as they would continue. “Of course, I could close up early so we can head to the back.”

“Indeed they don’t. Would be a pity if all that held sway was simple coin.“ A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she agreed with the merchant. As for the remark about fair trade, the woman was well acquainted with the violation of such practices, often taking more than she’s due when given the opportunity. Luckily for the other, in this particular case, the concept of fairness was being upheld.

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the chuckle, carefully observing the other’s body language. Nothing would be said in protest of it however, as she merely watched him for any signs of duplicity.

“Hmm...” She let out a contemplative hum as she put a finger to her lips. “Well, I don’t exactly have any pressing matters to attend to...” She shifted slightly, weighing the pros and cons of when it would happen. If it were now, there’s the chance someone could show up to the shop, but it’s not like she cared much if there were interruptions. Hell, it might even make things more interesting. Lowering her hand to rest it upon the counter, a smile would come over her features as she made her decision.

“Why wait if there’s nothing preventing us from doing so now?” She would lean on the counter, once again taking up the pose she had done when she first presented the jewel. “I suppose I’ll be in your care then for the immediate future. I do hope it will be an enjoyable experience~” She said in a silky tone as she looked to the shopkeeper with a smile. “Lead the way.”

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⚠️ (with Iva and Reiko)

⚠️ What is one thing the muse wishes the mun could have warned him/her about?

“I...” She trails off, gaze lowering to the floor as she shrinks back. “...I do not wish to speak of such things...”

“What isn’t there that I should have been warned about?” She snarls back, clearly not pleased about the things this question brought to mind.

“...” She’s silent for a few seconds, the intense anger that was upon her features disappearing as she squinted.

“...Warn me next time you’re going to have a nosy little time traveler worm their way into my life and drag out all my secrets...”

[stained-carmine]

👀 Do the mun and you get along? (Iva and Reiko)

Iva

“What is a....‘mun’? I am not familiar with this term.”

Reiko

“She’s a bitch. I hate her.”

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I meant to do this much sooner, but one thing lead to another and it fell by the wayside. As a result, there’s much left unfinished. Please bear with me as I put together and reassemble things here, on a new blog.

This is an Independent, Selective, and primarily Fandomless Multimuse Roleplay Blog, with a heavy focus on Original Characters from an Original Setting. Features a handful of canon characters from various series.

Sporadic Activity. Crossover and OC Friendly. Multiship. Please read rules before interacting. Default muse is Reiko.

Brought into existence by Reiya.

[stained-carmine]

“Redheads are overrated.”