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@edenslostwallflower asked: ❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. i am capable of helping as i have two hands. ❜
"Well then you can try and put those two hands to work. I'm just trying to move some boxes around, nothing too strenuous. They're filled with some goodies I got ahold of not for me though---they're for the kiddos around here. Some candies and some little cheap toys I snagged."
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? Does your character remember names or faces easier? Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
If there is something eating at her it appears in her dreams... or she doesn’t sleep until she figures out how to make it stop.
Does your character remember names or faces easier?
She has an easier time with faces. Names escape her. Though depending on the name... she might remember.
Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Neither. She has bigger things to worry about, being in a war against a 10,000 year old galactic empire.
20. Has this hobby changed your life at all? Your mood, your outlook, or your friendship group?
munday writing styles and preferences < not accepting >
uh i don’t really know honestly. it certainly gave me a wider perspective on things because the types of characters i have written varied greatly so the way they thought about certain issues differ as well. it made me think more. it also let me explore my sexuality more. i’m not out irl, so. sometimes i project my feelings onto my muses ( look at naoto ahahaha )
@edenslostwallflower - continuing because it won’t let me reblog
How strange it was, to enter a bookstore and not tell herself that she could simply read whatever she wanted on the network. Most books these days were digitized for easier reading and better convince but the traditional way was still popular among many. Though, given her capabilities, she wondered why her instruction was to choose from the literary section for ages much younger than she. She could easily read college and university level books, this seemed like a step backwards. Perhaps, Mr. Tuesti had something in mind and this was simply a place to start.
She decided to find the books not based on content or summary, but simply the cover. If something stood out to her like shapes or patterns. Most children’s books were illustrated in the same fashion. She found one featuring many tales using animals as the characters and another about a caterpillar.
Returning to Mr. Tuesti, she held them both up for consideration. “Are these two satisfactory?”
Watching Leanna browse through the books was certainly interesting, and not only because it was a task Reeve doubted she had ever encountered before. She was already a person, in Reeve’s eyes, yet she had lacked many of the experiences that most people encountered before adulthood. It was perhaps a senseless wish to want to give someone like Leanna something not unlike the experiences many children had, yet he was willing to try.
As she brought the books, Reeve observed them and then nodded.
“Certainly.” He said. “We will be taking those.”
For a moment Reeve considered filing them under business expenses, wondering the face the poor accountant in charge would make, but in the end he decided to spare them the confusion.
“When you have some free time or your duties allow you to,” he told Leanna as they left, “read them, and tell me what you think of them.”
@edenslostwallflower - continuing because it won’t let me reblog
Automatons by nature would not question their given instructions. If they were meant to write, or to serve tea, that is what they would do indefinitely until their mechanisms stopped working. Then, it was only a simple repair, a readjustment, and they would work like new again. Leanna was different from the moment her clockspring heart had started winding. She knew this, but not many others. A personal projected, gifted to the Oracle. There would be no readjusting, nothing to repair, because in doing so she would no longer be herself. The only way forward was to learn.
It was a difficult concept. She had spent so many years within one given instruction that the thought of going to something else was almost.. frightening. Her old life was being pulled from her grip and there was little she could do about it. She was unhappy with the thought of becoming a laundry-automaton… but could she really protest it?
“The given perimeters of my given tasks may not be suitable for the estate’s housework. However, if that is what is desired of me, I shall do my best.” Her voice, usually even and neutral, held a bereft tone. She was sad, naturally, and feeling rather lost. “It is a strange situation.. to go from one thing for so long to something entirely new–”
Ravus wasn’t unaware of what he was asking. To ask an automaton to reprogram themselves was quite the task, for getting used to new duties would take time and perhaps quite some luck. That did not change that remaining at the manor would be far safer for Leanna, and keep her near Lunafreya for a few more years at the very least.
That didn’t mean that when she spoke, the tone of her voice had Ravus arching an eyebrow in surprise before his expression turned pensive.
“It is.” He spoke, for he knew what it was for life to change in a matter of minutes, and the memories turned his mood bitter. “Yet such a thing is not our choice, most of the time.” He added, far more curt.
It took him a moment to breathe, to consider the situation.
“I will stay in the manor for three more days. Were you not able to perform your new duties to the standard required, I will consider a new course of action.”
Not even the Chancellor should have grounds to begrudge him taking an automaton as an assistant.
Continued from Here
The day felt busier than usual, Rita realized, running back and forth between meetings since she’d arrived in the morning. At some point she realized that she needed the intrarail files and those...well, those were on her desk, so she made quick work to race there only to find Leanna. But Leanna seemed fixated on a small, well worn note...one whose contents Rita had memorized by heart, now.
Robert Spencer
6’0”, blond hair, gray eyes, clean shaven beard, unkempt
Last known address: 314 N. Reactor Pl., Sector 4
Last known address: Sector 6 underplate
Last known address: Sector 7 underplate
Current: unknown.
Potential Contacts:
Sam - Says he thinks he knows who I’m talking about, wants to talk more over drinks NOT HELPFUL
Johnny - Provides regular reports on supposed sightings, but nothing useful thus far
Merle - will keep in touch, but not optimistic; recommended I speak with bartender of “Seventh Heaven”
The text continued onto the back of the page, but before Leanna could turn it over, Rita gently stalled her. “I would prefer you not read all of that,” she keeps her tone light to convey that no real damage has been done, but Rita can’t deny her pulse beats quickly. There are some contacts Leanna--and Reeve--should not know about. With a tender tug she pulls the note from Leanna’s grasp.
“I have no problem telling you about it, however.” Rita pocketed the note. “It’s a quick-reference of a larger dossier I’ve compiled--on my father. After my mother died, he...was in a bad spot. So my grandfather adopted me. We tried to get my dad help, but…” Rita sighed. Ultimately, her father never learned to help himself. “I lost track of him a while ago. I know he’s homeless, probably living undercity, and probably drunk. But... I still need to know. So I’ve been looking.”
@edenslostwallflower
@edenslostwallflower || Plotted starter
“Sit.” Ravus had ordered as soon as Leanna had been allowed entrance to the pristine room in which he liked to receive visits.
It was white and impersonal, sporting the colors of Niflheim in an absolute reminder of who Ravus now was, and who he now served. Who he planned to usurp, someday, if that was what it took to protect Lunafreya.
It was a cold room, but the chairs were comfy and Ravus himself was sitting on the one behind a long wooden table, back completely straight and posture only apparently serene.
“I have summoned you, Leanna, to talk about your future.” He spoke once again, and if his voice was somewhat softer than usual, no stranger would have noticed it. Then again, Leanna was no stranger.
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Pre established relationships
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
