((Muse alignment chart from a meme on discord! There's quite a few on the blog and some are side muses or on other blogs ^^ these guys are all interactible though!))
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((Muse alignment chart from a meme on discord! There's quite a few on the blog and some are side muses or on other blogs ^^ these guys are all interactible though!))
"....Ugh. I don't.... think...." The room spinning is not fun. Am I drunk? "I'm... going to lay down." Here. On the concrete.
Ambedo
a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.
BAPS PSI BAPS PSI BAPS PSI BAPS PSI BAPS PSI BAPS PSI
baps seraph
BAPS PSI BAPS PSI BAPS PSI--
....is Seraph even alive after all that? We're not sure, but we're going to try to help him up.
“What?!”
“Why?!”
@overx
"...I don't recall... much of the past anymore." Countless battles, faces, lives, gone with the mere failure of data.
"...much of what they tell me feels..." almost mythologized? "...disingenuous," the Zero admits. "...but I... have always been a warrior. I don't need to remember, to know that's true."
The proof existed from the moment he was awoken, from the uncanny amount of things he knew how to do without those lost experiences.
"...I... hope you weren't looking to know more." He can't share what isn't there, after all.
“Yeah, I... figured,” is responded back, a hand over his commlink. He’s on shore, watching the waves crash upon the cliff side.
This is the best they can do, communicating on an untraceable network when they can’t meet in person, and he can’t be found. The Copy had chosen to go above ground at the very least, in case something happened. You can never be too sure.
Even if the Zero wouldn’t be intending for such a thing.
It feels awkward, then, admitting this. “I... only believed them until I met you, I guess.” He shakes his head, even though his ally can’t see it. “You’re not that... I dunno. You’re not a statue. You’re real.”
“Ah, I didn’t... mean to get off topic. I... meant to ask you how much you knew about the Elf Wars.” About a Doctor Weil and an Omega.
expressions plus hands, 3 for Seraph!
((Having a bad time...))