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Character Ask Prompt Conglomeration

Ask about a topic, get an opinion. (Opinion ask) Colors, with associated questions about characters. (Color ask) Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators. (Uncommon Questions) Preconceptions and headcanons, rated for accuracy. (Headcanon ask) Crystals with associated questions. (Crystal ask) Physical feature asks. (Feature ask)

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#88, “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did,” Jenessa/Becca. #99, “You’re not crazy,” Demetrios/Jean. Or, #42, “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Alexander/author's choice.

#42. I have thoughts.#99. I also have thoughts but fewer of them and I don’t know those characters well enough.#88. I wrote thoughts.

Jenessa’s puppy is going to be massive when he’s grown. As it is, his head is level with her hip and she’d believe he had Celerity if she didn’t know it was impossible. She takes him running most nights, charging through the streets to make up for the daylight hours he spends cooped up in her Haven. Jenessa loves it, the speed and sense of freedom. She feels like she can outrun the problems the city has, sometimes even her own.

It takes her past Dublin’s one night, loping past just as Becca’s walking out. The Fae does a double take as they pass, then sprints to catch them, falling into step with Jenessa. Jenessa flashes her a smile in greeting and keeps running. Eventually the young dog tires, and they slow to a jog, then a walk, then they stop somewhere green and the puppy explores, excited.

Becca’s winded but denying it, her breathing controlled and deep. Jenessa, eyes glowing briefly red, hears her heart racing and grins.

“Do you… do this often?” Becca manages.

“Yeah. Usually run until he gets tired, then stop somewhere like this.” Jenessa watches her dog, a smile playing across her lips.

Becca gets her breath back, and really looks at Jenessa. She’s in jeans and a light jacket, brighter colors than usual, and not armor. There’s still a pointed wooden stick through her hair, and knives on her forearms, but she’s relaxed, open. She laughs, at something her dog does, and it’s rich, genuine. “So this is what you look like happy.”

“What?” A moment of confusion, as she glances over her shoulder at Becca.

“I’ve seen you cautious, protective. Exhausted, mourning, at the edge of breaking down. I’ve seen you grinning through blood in a fight with that mad light in your eyes, but not… genuinely happy like this before.” Becca smiles. “It’s nice.”

“Huh.” Jenessa glances up, at the stars through the glow of the city. “Yeah, tonight… tonight is good. I feel… alive, almost. At peace. Something, I’m not sure what. But, yes. I’m happy.”

Becca shakes her head, still smiling. “I did not expect this. Especially not from you, not the way we met.”

“Oh?” Jenessa’s dog comes galloping back to her and she crouches to ruffle his ears.

“I… expected trouble. At best I had hoped for an ally, something I could use against my Lady. I never meant to fall in love with you. I just did.”

Jenessa goes still, then nods. “You told me a story once, about a water nymph. I told you what I took from it, and what I’d thought of love.” She looks up at Becca. “You offered advice, and I think neither of us has taken it.” She shakes her head. “I’ve less talent for words than some. Those ones especially. But I think you understand.”

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Jenessa acted as a mysterious patron to the family of one of the first people she killed.

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Uncommon asks 23, Jenessa

Affection. She isn’t sure she’s capable of romance, honestly. She knows she can care, certainly, but she fears it’s not enough. Maybe it’s one more thing about her that doesn’t work like it should.

Quickest way to her heart is to talk to her, honestly. She needs people to anchor her, and if someone’s friendly and not scared of her she warms up pretty quickly. She doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve, but there aren’t many people trying to get to it.

((From https://bulettejerky.tumblr.com/post/170741710638/30-uncommon-character-development-questions-send. Send me more questions!))

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Jenessa, Headcanon 15: What it takes to make them cry

Demetrios has, a few times. And she quietly broke down over the winter, weeks away from seeing anyone, sitting against an air handler on an icy roof, missing everyone and assuming they were with people they loved. (edit: this was probably Christmas Eve.) If this plan to free Becca works, she might in sheer relief.

((From https://the-madness-network.tumblr.com/post/170173573604/send-me-a-character-a-number-and-ill-tell-you. Send me things!))

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Jenessa, 47: If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with?

Given Metatropolis, this is going on because something kept getting shoved onto the back burner and now the house is on fire. It’s probably Friday evening. She would want to be out in it trying to keep it from happening, but would probably end up uselessly somewhere she could do nothing, stuck with people she barely knows. She might call for Becca then, if only to have someone she cares about there.

((From https://bulettejerky.tumblr.com/post/170141919588/the-moon-dust-writings-send-me-a-number-and-an ))

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Jenessa, 66: Do they like glowsticks?

Yes. They’re simple and trivial and sometimes useful and they make her smile. She’s particularly fond of the purple ones.

((From https://bulettejerky.tumblr.com/post/170141919588/the-moon-dust-writings-send-me-a-number-and-an ))

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Jenessa: ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.

Being trapped and helpless to protect those she loves, while she knows something terrible is happening to them, especially if she can see and hear it.

More slowly, and more likely, she would break down as she loses touch with people, and keeps not being quite good enough at her job, and loses track of what she thinks she’s still around for.