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♫: Is there any kind of muse, you cannot play?
(A crack muse. I can’t RP a muse that’s a caricature of their dominate quality. My focus on character building won’t allow for it.
I also can't RP a heavily sexual muse, since I don’t RP smut. Ariana is certainly sexy, can use her sex appeal if a situation calls for it, and I acknowledge that she has a sex life, but the subject is a rare one for this blog.)
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☼: Which tropes do you find overused/boring?
(Again not overused from what I’ve seen, but something I’m not a fan of in media are amnesia tropes. I don’t like them for more personal reasons, since I have a parent who has memory issues.)
♥: Are you selective, if yes, what makes you selective?
(Semi- selective, yes. Mostly to keep my dash tidy. I don’t follow RP blogs that reblog too many OOC posts that either have nothing to do with their character or nothing to do with RP. I’ll still RP with them if they ask, but I’m not following back.)
♪♀ the comma splices in this meme are KILLING me--
♪: Name three things, that are absolutely mandatory for you, to be able to roleplay!
Uuuh… A full keyboard because RPing on mobile is awful when you type a lot. The muse has to be ‘awake.’ And um… the inspiration to write I guess?
♀: What is an AU you really want to play with your muse?
Um, I’m not sure. I haven’t given much thought to the kinds of AUs Ariana could be in besides that one time I wrote a thing for a possible Undertale AU. There’s the obvious Pokemon Mystery Dungeon AU, or uh… I guess maybe an AU where she tries to become a Type Specialist instead of joining Team Rocket? If she goes for grass types she could train under Erika. If she goes Poison it would be under Koga (which may end up with her joining Team Rocket anyways?) That could be interesting.
To think that you'd receive not only one, but two Christmas presents from The Lightning Americans themselves! On her desk rested a small-sized gift box waiting to be unwrapped, and within the box itself was none other than a luxurious pair of pandora earrings, courtesy of Mack Daddy Surge. He knew that she would be pleased.
Just as Ariana set aside the first gift from Surge she saw a second one! Did he not think one was enough? That was odd, the signature on the tag was different…
She opened the little box to reveal the earrings, how pretty! They didn’t match the necklace but these were lovely nonetheless. Ariana could see herself wearing these more often with her non-working clothes.
Ariana made a note to return the favor to Surge for both gifts.
Gently sets a small, wrapped rectangular box on the Lady's desk. Hopefully, the MoonStone choker inside is her size. He fidgets anxiously with it for a moment before walking away, thinking that she likely has a million of them already from the Boss.
Returning to her office after the holidays was like a second Christmas. Those who didn’t know where to find Ariana out of work left their presents at her office, which were then brought in by her secretary.
Among the gifts was Lt. Surge’s. She didn’t see Surge very often, but it was very nice to see that he thought of her enough to bring a gift. She opened the box to reveal the choker necklace with its polished MoonStone that showed off the layers of color and sparkled in the right light.
She smiled, pleased with the gift since she did not have any others like it. This would pair very nicely with a black dress at her next formal gathering.
Examine!PocketGio~
[Examine … PocketGio?]
You thought you saw something move in the corner of your eye, like a small pokemon scampering across the carpet. You turn and look towards the floor to see… Giovanni? Miniaturized?
He waves up at you and then holds up his arms like a child asking to be picked up. You comply, bending down and holding your hand out flat like a platform for him to step up onto. You feel the weight on the back of your hand and bring him up to eye level.
Surely you must be dreaming…
