#annihilyza

[unmovable-sovereign]

"The first thing I noticed... it'd be too easy to say your height, right? But the real thing I noticed was the way that nothing seemed to bother you. You didn't care what anyone else thinks, and I understood why they called you Immovable. You were so cool..."

What's the first thing your muse noticed about mine? | ACCEPTING

"I suppose my height is impossible to ignore." Ozen mused aloud, a faint hint of pride in her otherwise flat and mumbled voice. "Only you'd think being an old woman is cool when you were a tiny brat." She hummed a low chuckle, and reached forward to stroke Lyza's head. "Have you grown to an age where you don't care what anyone else thinks?"

[s-r-a-j-o]

HONESTY 7: Which event in your life shaped you the most?

Ask My Muse | ACCEPTING

Srajo took a moment to contemplate their answer, head canted slightly in thought. [There's no denying that becoming a White Whistle is a life-changing event, but if I had to pick another one...] They paused, mulling over whether to respond, as they didn't often indulge in being openly personal. In the end, they figured it wouldn't hurt to reveal something that didn't affect their delving abilities.

[I thought I was a boy until my chest started to swell a little at puberty. It was scary at first, but I eventually decided since I wasn't ill or in pain, it was normal. I don't know if it shaped me as much as it surprised me. I had very little resources, so it took several years for me to learn about my body.]

[abyssmail]

@annihilyza​​

Rarely did Caerul have a chance to wander on the surface.  The Delving Guild kept her busy these days, and when she did have a free minute, she typically spent it on either her own exploration of the Abyss, or recuperating from her last act of stupidity.  But on the rare occasion that she did have the time and energy to spare up above... Caerul hit the bars.

Not to drink, mind you--although she supposed she was finally old enough to do that.  No, Caerul lurked in Orth’s dingy, dimly-lit pubs and taverns to pry wisdom from senior delvers who otherwise wouldn’t give her the time of day.  It required a good ear for sarcasm.  Thanks to her old teacher, Caerul was fluent.  It also required a decent budget for bribery.  She must’ve bought every Black Whistle in Orth a drink by now.

Tonight, she was bound for the Eternal Fortune Tavern.  Over a decade ago, it had been one of the liveliest establishments in the city, but the younger generation had found their own spaces as the previous one dwindled.  That made it ideal for seeking out more experienced delvers; Caerul never had to wade through her inebriated peers to find someone who’d survived past their twenties to pester for information.  

Tonight though, it was as if half the population of Orth had come to the desolate old tavern.  On a Sunday, no less!  “The fuck are you lot doing here... don’t you have expeditions to prep for or something?” Caerul muttered, casting an uncharacteristically grumpy scowl about the room.  Her hand lingered on the door, keeping it slightly ajar.  Was there a birthday or something...?

...Oh.

The scowl melted off of Caerul’s face, and she shut the door behind her.  She fought her way to the bar, circling her wings about herself and then forcing them open to unceremoniously shove drunken patrons out of her way. She hijacked a barstool, spread her wings out wide behind her, and called the bartender over.

“Just a water for me, but put Lord Annihilator’s next drink on my tab!” At this point, treating her superiors just seemed like good manners.  

Over the din, she called to Lyza, “Fancy seeing you here! What brought you out to the surface tonight?”

[s-r-a-j-o]

@annihilyza​ / [x]

[ I had the same thought myself. We'd better either book it for the next layer, or find some shelter, quick. You know any good hideaways nearby? I've got plenty of supplies to hold out, but it would be good to get out of the Sea before the cold hits even harder.]

Lyza groans in frustration as she stakes her walking stick and leans against it. "The cocoa and marshmallows I ordered in special are really to die for, Srajo... I'm telling you."

Cloak billowing in the mounting wind, Srajo looked up at their surroundings. Despite the flurries of white hindering their visibility, their third eye saw far, through the dark and the snow. They were silent for a moment, weighing their options. This wouldn’t be the first storm they’ve had to wait out, and they preferred the biting cold of the Fifth to the suffocating humidity of the Fourth, but they didn’t want to impose.

[We can try to ascend, but if the storm grows, we might have to hunker down.] They signed quickly. [If we do not make it to the Goblets, I know a place we can stay at to wait out the storm. I would love to try the cocoa and marshmallows.] They signaled that they were smiling, as they haven’t had sweets for a long time.

[abyssmail]

@annihilyza asked:

"Caeeerruuul!!! I need you to deliver a bunch of invitations for me!! And Abyssmas cards! Don't worry, there's one for you too!"

“O-of course!  You can count on me, Lord Annihilator!” One for her? Caerul rarely received mail of her own, let alone from a White Whistle.  Let alone from the coolest White Whistle, Lyza.  To say she was over the moon would be a gross understatement; in the span of a second, Caerul’s excitement launched her past the boundaries of the Kuiper belt.

“...Wait, this one says it’s for... Srajo... the Obscure...” The courier’s face fell. Caerul was confident in her ability to find nearly any other delver.  “The Obscure” wasn’t just a flashy title though; Srajo was notoriously the slipperiest of even the White Whistles.  She had actually met the enigmatic Lord of Mystery once.  That had been a chance encounter though, not the result of a deliberate search.  Unless the Lord of Mystery chose to reveal themself, she doubted she would be able to find them quickly.  Furthermore, their last known whereabouts were...

The Sea of Corpses.

“...This delivery could take a while.”

[unmovable-sovereign]

@annihilyza​ asked: ❝ baby,  it’s cold outside. ❞ or...‘ yes, that was my way of asking if you’d like to dance. ’

“We’ve both been through far worse climates.” Ozen stood on the veranda overlooking the view of Orth - the slope that drew towards the long drop in the middle of the island. She tilted her head at Lyza’s latter comment. “What part of my character makes you think I enjoy dancing?” Her voice carried the same dry tone as always, but there was a distinct hint of amusement as she looked over her shoulder.

“If you need someone to hold your hands while you twirl and hop to the music, I can do that.”

[unmovable-sovereign]

@annihilyza​

"I'm surprised you didn't score a flat zero on Deviance. I'm pretty sure rope bondage doesn't count in Orth."

“You’re the reason I didn’t score a flat zero.”

[abyssmail]

7,21,25 if you're still doing that meme

Roleplay/Writing Habits

7. When roleplaying, do you pace yourself when answering replies or do you like to write for them as soon as you can?

While on break the last few weeks, roleplaying has actually been my primary occupation lol (which has been hella rad 😎), so I’ve been writing for them as soon as I can! Come Monday, though, classes start up again, so I’ll have to go back to pacing myself veeeeeeery slowly while inundated with schoolwork :(  Thinking I’ll probably try to check in weekly-ish but we’ll see how that goes ^^;

21. If a reply isn’t coming easily do you draft it for later, delete and start over, chat with your writing partner for help, or something else?

Combo of the 3!  Definitely draft it for later on here first, and if I get really stuck, I’ll start it over in a separate Google Doc.  I won’t delete the first attempt until I’m 100% finished.  I try not to bug people here too much because y’all probably have better things to do, but I also do definitely pester my really longtime (like,,, the people who remember the bs I did in middle school ;;>~>) roleplay friends when I get stuck in threads with them!

25. Does fatigue affect your ability to write or do you always have energy for the grind?

I am a UNI STUDENT.  I subsist ENTIRELY on CAFFEINE and WILLPOWER and TEARS.  I AVERAGE 4 HOURS of sleep per night.  I LAUGH in the face of allnighters. The GRIND 👏 NEVER 👏 STOPS 👏😩 ...but in all serious, uh, yeah, I 100% get affected by fatigue.  While I can write when I’m exhausted, I definitely write better and more efficiently after a full night’s sleep, so I do try to get that whenever I can ^^;  ...Unfortunately, a full night’s sleep actually makes me too powerful, and if I get on a roll writing (or drawing, for that matter), I can and will accidentally stay up all of the next night, which screws me over later. this is why I probably won’t get my replies done tonight lmao; I was a dumbass yesterday night/this morning 😬