Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse…
What they define their relationship with your muse as:
“For the time being, we are cooperating to achieve a common goal. That is the extent of any relationship I am willing to have with the likes of Alcor at this point.”
Something they like about your muse:
“… He is a worthy opponent and a useful ally in battle, if nothing else.”
Something they dislike about your muse:
“Tch… He claims to have humanity’s best interests at heart, but that isn’t true in the least. He would place the importance of a mere thirteen people over the survival of mankind as a whole.
“He lacks nerve and resolve. It’s foolish to even think of relying on him.”
Their first impression of your muse:
“…… I was wary. He was a being capable of bypassing every security measure JP’s had in place at the time, and more than that, he appeared to know me. His presence alone at that time made me feel uneasy…as did the familiarity of his words. At the same time, though…–
“At the same time, I felt…understood. He guessed everything that I felt following my awakening as Cor Caroli–every bit of doubt and shock–with perfect accuracy. Alcor could not give me every answer I sought, but for the first time in my life, I felt that I could truly relate to and trust someone.”
Their impression of your muse now:
“I realize now that placing my trust in him was a mistake. I do maintain that he would make a just Administrator, and I suppose I still have enough faith in his nature to entrust the continuity of the human race to him…but that is the extent of my confidence.”
How they feel about your muse:
“I tolerate him.”
Something they are hiding from your muse:
“… There is no reason for me to lie to or withhold information from him at present. If I wish to return to my Tokyo and halt the attacks by the Triangulum and other Administrators, I will need his compliance.”
Something they wish they could tell your muse:
“I see little point in trying to repair a relationship broken. You’re wasting your time.”
☕🌟🎨❤ (i love you miyako hotsuin... like all other humans)
☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK
“......”
She stares down at the drink dubiously, apparently reluctant to so much as accept the mug being offered her. She has no need of anyone’s charity--least of all Alcor’s--but even she must admit that after an all-nighter or two, a cup of coffee is incredibly appealing. It isn’t as though Alcor is completely inept at brewing it either, surprisingly enough...
...
It’d be foolish to let resources go to waste. Aside from Ten, Miyako isn’t certain Alcor has acquainted himself with any other residents of Hive, so it’s not like she can tell him to give it to someone else. Even if she could, though...the anti-non-human sentiment sprouting within the city would no doubt make it unsafe for him to wander unaccompanied.
How bothersome...
With grudging resignation, she takes the mug.
“There was no need for you to do this.”
🌟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING
“What is the point of doing this?”
Her tone of voice is flat as ever as she stares up at the night sky, the only trace of emotion on her pale face one of mild annoyance. Why had Alcor been so insistent on watching the heavens? At least so long as they were trapped in Hive, there was nothing of significance to be found there--no danger, nor any solutions to the plights they currently faced. The only thing Miyako could see was a reminder of the peril her world faced--a reminder that she had to return to her home soon, even despite Alcor’s assurances that they would be returned to the points in time they had originally been taken from.
It was...incredibly frustrating.
“... We ought return to the apartment soon. It isn’t safe for the likes of us to be on the streets at night.”
🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE
“... Why do you keep looking over here?”
Miyako finally poses the question after catching Alcor look her way for the third time. It doesn’t seem to occur to her that the notebook in Alcor’s hands might be anything but a notebook, nor does she spare it a second glance as she returns to her own reading.
“If you have something to say, then speak up. Your constant staring is distracting.”
❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE
“Wha--?!”
The concept of “love” has never been of any great import to her, and frankly, she doubts that Alcor understands how his words can be construed, but for whatever reason, Miyako still finds herself taken off guard. Perhaps it’s the bluntness and lack of hesitation with which Alcor speaks of “love,” or maybe she’s simply unused to the phrase being directed at her. Miyako doesn’t know. What she does know, however, is that no amount of sweet words will sway her--not after finding out just where Alcor’s priorities truly lay.
“S...Say what you want! It makes no difference to me.
“I agreed to work with you and the others for the sole reason of preserving mankind--no other. I couldn’t care less about what you feel or think about me.”
The earthquake had been sudden, resulting in widespread damage and death and striking fear in the hearts of many. While Ten wasn’t used to such averse conditions, he was determined to remain faithful to his vow--that he would continue to smile and sing and instill hopes in the hearts of the people of Hive City.
That had been fine and dandy at first. He had somehow reunited with Miyako and Alcor in the destruction as well, and Riku’s second inexplicable disappearance from Hive City only meant that he was no longer here; in other words, he was safe. That was another weight off Ten’s shoulders. All he had to do was focus on surviving.
And that’s when things got weird.
Shortly after the booming voice echoed throughout the city, many odd optical illusions had begun to appear. Ten had found himself being tossed into one of them, and after a nauseating journey, he found the familiar landscape of Tokyo spreading before him.
It would’ve been a relief...except Miyako and Alcor had been sucked into the rift with him, and were both looking around, very clearly confused.
No matter how far along the shore he marched, it was like there was no end. Just how far could a stretch of land that appeared from nowhere honestly go? It was a question which became more frequent in voiceless asking.
His travels had taken him up some distance for a regular citizen, though nothing more than a stroll for a Spartan. Returning brought with it the bitter disappointment of making no progress in venturing away from the incomprehensible vacation. No closer to locating the reportedly missing scientists.
Another route, perhaps, could lead him back. If not, then he would be at a loss completely as to the next tactic; he had not a phone to contact anyone and question what exactly was happening. And asking in person, well, not much desired.
Upon the raised wooden and rock barrier which segmented the lower sands and reached out into the ocean, his attention was lured towards a man perched, spectating the otherwise carefree crowds before them.
And as inappropriately dressed as the Chief himself.
Well, now or never; there was less to look so lost in front of.
“Which way leads out? I’m not a beach party kind of guy”.
If the warning that the Scientists were lost somewhere among the streets or dark corners of the city, then finding them would offer an easy solution to the entire ordeal ravaging the city. The problem lied in which solution that entailed; which he was trekking towards.
The mixture of reality and memory, of hallucination and truthful - the crisis seemed unending. Like his Alter was attacking from the inside, whichever way around it might be.
But among the wreckage of what had once been a fast food outlet, a man lingered with an attire he’d seen once before.
One after the conclusion of the incursion; when summer drove the population to a temporary oasis. By all accounts, he... shouldn’t be here then. He’d spoken of arriving shortly before as they met.
Then it made little sense he was in the middle of a warzone prematurely. Unless he remembered wrongly, or interference between the Alter and Home was beginning to distort the afterwards.
“Saiduq-san?” It was more a questioning, to be sure he was real and there, or to lessen the poor impression should it be a case of mistake identity.
Though the attire stood out as unique, could there really be another with such a style? And there was always the danger of him being the enemy. It only spoke sense to proceed with caution; he still knew so little about the man and his capabilities.
“More than I’d like to admit, honestly. Even now, when I thought I’m more sure of myself - they form the basis of how I see myself. Without the people around me, there’s nothing left, nothing meaningful. Having someone there pulled me out of a silent, choking world, and I’d rather not go back, no matter what. I can do anything of an ordinary day by myself, but only knowing there’re people there to go to when it matters”.
Strength - How impulsive are you?
"Quite; sometimes it works out for the best, others not so much. But to sit by and allow something to happen - if action needs to be taken to divert the course of what’s unfolding is necessary - isn’t something I can bear doing. More so if someone might wind up hurt because of it”.
--Yuu had totally lucked out.
On his turn to pick up the needed groceries and supplies for the day, he had managed to stumble upon a perfectly fine automobile specimen simply rusting on the side of the road. Of course, there was still a “For Sale” sign posted onto the back window, but no one had even left a phone number for him to call or ask information about. It was just asking to be adopted--to be taken in by a pair of good hands that would utilize it for the ultimate good! Or, you know, at least conveniently drive back and forth between the orphanage and shopping district for faster travel time.
Having had to break the door just a bit to get into the driver’s seat--Small collateral damage! No big deal!--Yuu had quickly loaded his bags into the back and hopped into the sun bleached leather seat, eyes sparkling with utmost excitement. Turning the keys that had been left in the ignition, he brought the engine to life with a seat shaking roar, no sooner sliding his hands against the smooth steering wheel.
“Oh man! I totally got this! Easy peasy! Uh, let’s see... if I remember correctly, this one is the gas...”
Pressing the heel of his boot against the appropriate pedal, the car hummed loudly, startling Yuu at first, before he realized his mistake.
“OH! I forgot to put it in drive... silly...”
Grasping his palm around the stick shift and adjusting the mode--wait, was that drive he had put himself in, or reverse..?--Yuu then applied pressure once more to the pedal and slowly jerked the vehicle forward... before quickly swerving to the side and sending the car reeling backwards.
“WHOA?! Uh, w-wait I got this--”
Half on the road and half against the curb of the sidewalk now, Yuu fumbled to regain control, not even focusing on his rear view mirror--
In all her seventeen years, Miyako had never once set foot on a beach for anything but matters pertaining to her duties as a Hotsuin and Chief of JP’s.
“......”
It had never bothered her. She generally did not have the time for any of the leisure activities civilians enjoyed in such a place, nor did she harbor any particular interest in them. Further, sandy and uneven terrain made beaches even more unappealing...as did the crustaceans so often hiding out of eyesight, beneath the sand.
Yet here she was, standing just at the ocean’s edge, looking silently out across the waves. Here she was, in what was probably the first “personalized” swimsuit she had ever owned, aware of, yet unconcerned by the so-called “dangers” she had been warned about following her entry into the area.
Miyako didn’t really know why she’d come here. Maybe it’d been a decision based on a whim. Maybe she’d wanted some time to think in relative peace. It didn’t really matter, as either way...it had been a mistake.
She’d known she would have to track him down the moment she sensed a shred of his presence in the city, but for it to be so soon, and utterly unannounced...
Well. Suffice it to say that Miyako wasn’t exactly happy about this turn of events.
“... And when did you arrive in this place? Alcor.”