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Ace of Pentacles
Since these are similar in what they ask, I'm gonna cheat and do both Ace of Pentacles and The Fool together! The Fool, in particular, I actually think is a card that works well for Malika. This will be long and I am sorry! The very first, real, played iteration of Malika was in a tabletop game called 13th Age run by @dumb-hat where her entire deal was that she was trying to get the attention of a mythic, iconic entity known as the Prince of Shadows, (basically like the god of thieves), by recklessly taking on jobs to steal one impossible item after another. She'd get into places she should not have been able to get into and steal things that she should not have been able to steal. She dreamt of one day stealing not only physical objects but concepts and abstract things too: like memories, time, or dreams-- just to get this entity's attention. We didn't play that game for more than about three sessions, but I really liked that idea and it stuck with me for a long time (obviously) after.
When I finally made her in Final Fantasy XIV there was no entity like The Prince of Shadows, but Nymeia hit all the marks for being a goddess related to recklessness and doing the seemingly impossible. She hasn't strayed at all from the original concept of wanting to do things people say she can't/shouldn't do or from wanting to get inside of places she's not allowed and steal things not just to -have- things but for an almost religious and, uh, pathological reason.
Since then she HAS grown more. I've fleshed out more of her reasoning for being obsessed with mementos (taking them and leaving them). I've been able to explore her rather complicated relationship with Nymeia (Malika believes very strongly in personal freedom while still worshipping a goddess of fate). She's become a character who is not just reckless, but is reckless as a way to keep that goddess "spinning" or guessing-- as a belief that she can manipulate luck (something she's become very obsessed with in FFXIV) by taking chances that other (more mentally stable) people might not take to surprise the goddess. She's developed some really big, very important to her relationships and I've really appreciated that because for so long she'd been a character whose interactions with other people were rather superficial as a defense mechanism. It's nice to see characters climbing over, breaking down, or skirting around the walls. You know... getting somewhere she'd have said was impossible before. ^_~
- Just Mal balancing precariously above a dangerous precipice. No worries! She's certain luck is going to keep her from falling to her death. That's been the case in the past anyway.
Thank you @mymistymornings , @charm-in-spades, @sundered-souls , and @halcyonic-aether for these asks! I really appreciate it!
👂🏽 10:29 pm. Cat snoring.
“It’s been an hour or so since ya’ve been able t’move. Hell, it’s been a whole dang hour an’ the cat ain’t even moved. We all been there I think, stuck beneath our furry lil’ overlord’s an’ crampin’ somethin’ fierce a’fore long but all it takes is a moment’ve listenin’ t’them lil’ motorboat purrs an’ ya’ decide it’s worth endurin’.
Can’t really bring yerself t’interrupt th’possibility’ve a dream. Course, now ya’ gotta wonder what a cat even dreams about. I mean, they sleep so dang much. Dreamin’s gotta be most’ve what they do.I reckon they dream about bein’ big ov’course. Ever see th’spunk of an alleycat when challenged? An’ a house cat ain’t too far different most times neither. You catch it especially after they been sleepin’ so they must be livin’ a whole ‘nother reality beneath th’eyelids, to be so tough an’ small out here.
...Probably dreamin’ ‘bout chasin’ an’ runnin’ an’ climbin’...There’s mice in her dreams, birds, critters...an’ other cats t’conquer. There’s thangs t’scratch on, an’ hot sun t’lay in. Hell, th’warmth from a good snuggle probably let’s that furry lil’ dreamer feel more at home. If y’pet her, I bet she stretches out her paws like there’s grass between th’toes, jus’ before she curls back in t’claim whatever space y’disturbed.
She’s a lion, in sleep. A tigress. A panther. A predator. They got no sense of how adorable they actually are sometimes.
Soon as she’s up she’ll be lookin’ fer all them thangs she dreamed about. All that runnin’ an’ chasin’ becomes a zoom an’ fer a minute one can reckon what somethin’ several times th’size’ve her could do when she pounces on a sock and kicks it t’threads wit’ her back feet. At least fer th’house cat, she’s as big as she needs t’be in her domain. An’ it is hers. That’s how cats work. Once ya’ bring ‘em to yer place, it ain’t yer place anymore.
S’okay though. They at least make th’claim on territory entertainin’.Comfortin’. That’s why th’snorin’ ain’t really much’ve a bother. Nor th’crampin' in yer arm as it falls asleep jus’ like th’cat did. It’s nice, really, an’ y’can stand t’let’em dream.“
@mymistymornings: a little late but hopefully you enjoy!
☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?
"Oh! Hmmm. Weeeell... Hmmm. I mean... All of them. How could I possibly choose? They're always up in the sky even if we can't always see them. Shhh... They could be listening in! I don't want to risk making one of them jealous by choosing a favorite."
OOC: Saachi is definitely most enamored by the sun. Sunrises, sunsets, the sun turning ocean waves gold with its light, patches of sunlight spilling in through a bedroom window, the way it filters through forest canopies, the way it looks when a ray of light breaks out from behind clouds...
Yellow is her favorite color because it seems so joyful and energetic to her. The sun is like that to her too.
Thank you for the Ask!
18. Morbol
Morbol - What is the most under-appreciated aspect about you?
“Awww. The way I look in a tiny bikini, lying in the moonlight, on an otherwise empty, save for one other person, beach... that person coincidentally dressed similarly. If only I could find someone to appreciate that.” She grins. “Have any suggestions?” OOC: If she were being honest she’d say that any appreciation she gets is usually too much and completely undeserved. But she’d never be honest about that, so it’s a moot point. In my opinion, the player tasked with handling this chaotic tornado of a character? I think her “come what may” attitude is actually pretty great and sometimes overlooked. She thinks failures are as fun as successes and she anticipates them both. She follows a luck philosophy and tries to have more good luck than bad in the process, but she likes that luck is swingy and doesn’t actually care if she loses at the games sometimes. She thinks that things can only be bad for so long before they’re good again, so why sweat it? As long as the failures are interesting, that’s what matters.
032. Does your character believe in ghosts? || 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? || 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences?
Does your character believe in ghosts? “I don’t see why not. With all the other seemingly impossible and horrifying things in this world I don’t know why I’d draw the line at ghosts.” OOC: She definitely believes in ghosts. She, ah, is definitely scared of them too and would really rather not have to interact with one. Conversely, she sometimes hopes she’ll become one after death. Floating along the lifestream seems a bit boring to her. But wandering around the world seeing anything she wants, hearing anything she wants, and the authorities being unable to do anything about it? Hells yeah! Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? “Ah! That sounds like you’re asking me on a date. Are you? Yes. I say yes. Take me wherever you like, but it IS easier to get up to no good in the city so...” OOC: Malika absolutely loves city life. @the-wanted-man can attest to the fact that she is not always great company out in nature. However, she did grow up traveling through it in wagons and knows more about it than she’d choose to let on. But she absolutely would not choose to live out in again. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? Malika blinks and then laughs. “I... You have to know there are too many ways to answer this question, right? You’ve actually rendered me speechless by giving me too many options for suggestive things to say. Devious.”
OOC: Malika likes to be awake at night which means that she doesn’t usually feel like sleeping until the wee hours of the morning. If she could she’d sleep entirely through the afternoons because the sun tends to hurt her eyes. She can’t always though. Afternoons are also a great time to wander busy streets in bustling cities. Still, her preference would be to avoid afternoons entirely and sleep through them. She likes the sound of light activity nearby when she sleeps too- or just white noise (rain, wind, sound of ship horns out at sea, sound of tavern music in the distance, etc). When alone she usually sleeps in a fetal position, pulling her knees up close to her chest-- or she hugs a pillow to her body. When she sleeps with someone else she either cuddles up or at least makes sure that some part of her body is touching some part of theirs so that there is a feeling of closeness before she drifts off. Thanks for the Asks! Sorry I spoke for 5 years about sleeping?
Moment
The fair-haired paladin stared at the delicately carved wooden ring he held between his thumb and his index finger. The ring was dwarfed by the size of his hand, far too small to fit on any finger. That was just as well; it didn’t belong on his fingers anyway. It didn’t belong to him at all. Or rather, it hadn’t.
In a chance encounter with a girl with eyes as blue-black as a raven’s feathers, he’d made the amateurish mistake of following her suggestion to watch for a shooting star in the night sky and then close his eyes to make a wish. A romantic at heart, what he wished for was that the moment might never end.
When he opened his eyes, she was gone. And so, too, was a silver charm, coincidentally in the shape of a star, that he had affixed to his coin purse. The coin purse, and all its gil was still there. The thief had chosen a trinket, worth nearly nothing in monetary value and even less in the trouble it took to convince a heavily armed man to close his eyes so she could steal it, and she’d left the money behind. He was more stunned than angry.
He stared harder at the ring she’d left affixed in its place, bringing it close to his eyes to search out every small detail as though if he turned it just right into the light it might speak and tell him who she was and where she’d gone. It remained silent. But his wish had come true. As long as he had the ring, the moment under the stars would never end.