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[spellsandpixiedust]

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“Too much of everything, a mishmash of it all,” Hilda mused, “doesn’t that become a sort of nothing when seen from afar? Nothing in particular, I mean?”

The teen pulled her legs close to her chest, glancing down at the pixie perched beside her. Thanks to the plant she was resting upon, Aura was at eye level with her. It made conversation much easier.

“… It’s not all love, anyways. There’s hate and malice and anger and confusion, and all kinds of other shit too. You wouldn’t have ever been caught in that bottle by that horrible man otherwise, huh?”

Good thing she’d been along to fucking clock him and teach him a lesson and bust her out.

“Hmm”, the pixie audibly mulled over the wise words spoken by Hilda and with a tilted head, all wrapped up in thought, she came to a conclusion: “It’s not all love, yes.” She finally nodded in agreement and even her leaf seat bopped up and down in accordance.

“And even love can cut like a knife”, she furrowed her brows, “But that man. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t anger. Maybe not even malice. He was... he was...”, she stood up to allow for a little pacing on her leaf to help those thinking gears get moving. Then she stopped, and waving her index finger about portentously she announced: “Stupid.”

Yes. That sounded about right. “Not like you. You don’t fear what’s different. You listen. You’re wiser than the so called disciples of science.”

[phoenixfell]

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With a soft "hrm?", Ingvar turned his head, and, seeing the bird, he smiled. It was so bright, so beautiful, so--

It spoke. The giant's smile faded. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. Maybe it climbed out of there and ran away, even, saved itself the horrific awkwardness of this situation.

... so condescending and rude.

Normally he would have been delighted at such as prospect as a bird speaking! But now-- Goddess. This was not good. This was not good at all. A million questions zipped about like bees in Ingvar's head behind those wide eyes. He was forgetting to breathe.

"They was," he admitted in a whisper, "b-but-- not I."

Cheep.

A tiny noise more befitting a tiny creature; the noise made as if, perhaps, it hadn’t spoke at all.  

He indeed derived a childish pleasure out of such nonsense; one day he would regain the entirety of his past lives’, but as it stood, he was essentially a toddler, whether he liked it or not.  

Primary concern of survival; safety, food, and such; first thinking that resting on such a large creature would be a good place to be; but maybe not if they all were dead.  

Cheep!

With more emotion, this time; he stood, shook himself, before settling back down, head tilting up at the massive face so close to him.  

[recklessinventor]

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Jeff rubs a hand over his face, partially because of his frustration over yet another failure in his machine, and partially to try and get the soot off of his face. He removes his glasses and hastily wipes off the lenses before putting them back on, then looks dejectedly back at his broken invention.

He had to admit, it was nice of Hilda to at least comfort him, nicknames and pats on the back and all. He manages a half-smile in reply and helps her pick up the little bits of metal and wire that had littered Jeff’s workspace when the machine exploded.

“That’s true. I guess it’s just annoying to deal with.”

He huffs and dumps all the little pieces he’s collected on the desk.

“I think I need to distract myself for a while. If I come back to it with a clear head, maybe that’ll ensure that my next attempt doesn’t, ah, explode. 

It’s been, uh, a little while since I’ve last had something to eat, if you’d want to come. I’d appreciate your company.”

[knightandknave]

How does your muse behave when they are with their best friend? & How does your muse behave when they are on their own, with nobody watching?

With best friends, Sota is marginally less flouncy--its the strangers, the crowd he feels more the need to perform for, but some things are habitual in his movement and behavior. If you’re a friend, he’s comfortable to be in your space, like hopping up on the arm of your chair to talk to you. His conversations will be more personal than showy or strictly business. The gossip. He’s all about it.

When nobody is watching, he likes to perform for himself. Singing as he puts in his earrings, spinning as he tries on a new outfit. He’ll talk to himself in front of the mirror or in private in general--thinking out loud or hey, what does a little pep talk hurt? 

Thriffith is chatty with good friends, and drops a bit of his strict politeness. He’s more comfortable to disagree with people he knows well, but also to get more into his old adventuring sort of spirit. His best friend Goodsword has seen all sides of him. 

It’s been a while since Thriffith has been alone alone. When he held the Scimitar, it was often in the room with him or close by, and the same goes for Goodsword, but there are moments. He gets sort of...fidgety and uncomfortable by himself. He isn’t used to it, and he’s struggling to trust himself by himself--at least he can get along. Being alone puts him on edge so you might find him doing a lot of self-soothing sort of behaviors.

[cursedsunlight]

Closed Starter

Solas breathes heavily, shaking slightly. This had been a much more difficult kill than anticipated, not that they’d been prepared for some hellish and twisted mass of flesh to erupt from a dormant tree and try to tear them apart. Some of the dolls are collecting meat, blood and bone from the creature, others are helping the witch tend their wounds. Shielding them as they do.

“If ya came to see what the noise was, yer an hour too late and I ain’t got an answer besides ‘a fight’.” they say, glancing up at the stranger who had likely just stumbled across them. But best to cover all bases to avoid long conversation. Pouring a clensing solution along a gash on their leg, the witch makes an irritated face, Their fault for wrapping up so tight in their blankets, it had cost them time to dodge. 

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@containsmultitvdes

[automaton-otto]

Otto, what's your favorite food?

(Thanks for the ask @containsmultitvdes) 

“Oh oh oh! Strawberries! I love strawberries!”

“Sorry I don’t really have a favorite food but that was the first thing that came to mind...I want Strawberry Shortcake now.” 

[ofauris-archived]

The thing was, when you attract the supernatural to you, things get messy quick.

Enforcers were nothing to sneeze at. They looked like hooded ghouls to everyone, and being touched by one was a terrible experience if you managed to get away. It was why she didn’t like going into towns. They would, inevitably, show up again to attack. She was a criminal, and the Enforcers would always be after her.

She’d gone into the village with the hood of her cloak up to cover her hair and face. Mostly for food, but some intel as well. They were getting low on rations, so restocking would be the best for them. Misella didn’t want to linger for too long, for the townspeople’s sake, but choosing food was difficult.

And Enforcers were quick. Misella had felt the presence of one, pulling out her dagger and shocking the storekeep, who had started to beg for her not to hurt him. Ignoring it, Misella twirled around to throw the dagger at the Enforcer. It hit, causing the cloaked ghoul to disperse and her dagger to fall harmlessly into the dirt.

After collecting the food, and her dagger, Misella started heading for the opposite end of the town. It was only when she heard footsteps that she stopped, pulling her dagger from its sheathe and turning to look at the person behind her.

“You shouldn’t be following me.” She said, frowning just a bit. “I’d suggest taking another route if you value your life.”

It was a caution more than a threat, but she kept the dagger gripped tightly... just in case this person decided to try anything.

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[twistedhxart]

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"I wouldn't go that way if I were you."