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Burned Tails | Kashuu & Dahlia

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“...then the three creatures were resurrected and the Phoenix departed looking for a pure heart..” Sigurd had no clue how long Dahlia had been going on about this tower but he made little noises at the appropriate times so she didn’t just ramble to the air. It wasn’t often she talked this much, in fact most of the time was spent with them arguing like she could understand what he was saying. When she bestowed Sigurd his name he got the whole story about the legendary dragon slayer and felt slightly inspired. He too wanted to defeat a fearsome creature much larger than him. It would be the ultimate victory.

His eyes scanned the area, ears twitching slightly looking for anything that would try to pick a fight with them. Sigurd always thought that it was better to have the first strike despite how much Dahlia yelled at him for picking a fight. His thoughts were disrupted as Dahlia suddenly stopped and he ran into the back of her leg. Peaking around he noticed that they really were going to a burnt, crispy looking, tower, one that could crumble at any moment. Staring between the tower and her he couldn’t believe that she yelled at him all the time for nearly killing them when she was willingly walking into that thing. “Eevee eev!” he cried out hoping his astonishment came across as he sat down. His tail thumped against the ground in annoyance as she turned to look at him, already knowing that they would be the ones to somehow destroy the rest of the tower.

Dahlia couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than a place full of history. Even if a phoenix never lived in this tower, or the three unfortunate creatures that perished, a fire did destroy it. Most myths came from very exaggerated truths and the fact that she was actually here, a place from one of her stories, was enough to make her excited. Her excitement was cut of by Sigurd sitting down looking like he was protesting.

“Come on Sigurd, you usually like danger.” “Eev!” “Well if you’re going to be like that just stay, I’ll go in by myself,” she replied taking out her sabre. It wouldn’t help her if the tower decided to collapse but it looked structurally sound from here. Moving forward she heard an irritated huff before Sigurd joined her side. Walking in her eyes widened and a small smile started to form. It was so exciting to explore for once, and she could hardly contain herself. Sigurd kept a wary out for any creatures that took refuge in the wreck or falling debris. He had a feeling they would fight something by the end of the night.   

[nohnohs]

16 and 17!

16: Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

When Elanor was younger, a wise man told her: “Happiness begets success; but success does not beget happiness.”

It hadn’t hurt that that wise man had also been her father, whose words she already clung to like they were the gospel itself. Even if at first she hadn’t understood their meaning, as she grew up and gained experience in the world, she gradually began to understand a little more. 

What was the point of success if you weren’t happy gaining it? Would it really be considered success at all? When sophisticated questions like those began to sprout in her mind, she slowly came to realize what the best answer would be.

If she strove to be happy with herself, then success would surely follow afterwards.

17: What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Like all little girls, Elanor had many toys growing up - usually in the style of stuffed animals and baby dolls and tea sets. However, there was one toy that stood out from the rest.

She can’t remember when she got it, but her favorite toy had been a large teddy bear that had a ribbon wrapped around its neck and a flower sewn on its right ear. The bear had been too large to carry around with her, seeing as it was 4 ft. ( 121.92 cm ) and even larger than herself for a time; but she liked it for the fact that, whenever she returned to her room, it was like there was someone there to greet her.

Marigold was what she called it, naming it after the faux-flower sewn to its ear. So attached to it was she, that she kept it even as an adult - taking it with her to her new home in Alola, where it sits on her bed during the day and cuddles with her during the night.

[swallowdarkness]

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they’re angry? & ┐(‘～`；)┌ : When your muse can’t answer something, what do they do?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they’re angry?

Pi-chan actually has two modes of anger: faux anger and real anger. Faux anger is more annoyance, but she acts as though she’s “angry”; i.e., she’ll go through the same yelling, glaring, patronizing, etc. that other people do when they get angry. This is kind of like, uh.....think of a stereotypical tsundere person!

However, when her anger boils over to the point where it’s actual anger - which is rare, since she’s had hundreds of years to practice self-restraint - she shoves it deep down and hides it until it gets too much to handle. She’s not good at handling truly negative emotions, so she’d rather pretend they don’t exist until she can’t hold it in, at which point she’ll lock herself away and do two things. One, she’ll vent to birds; in her old verse, it was the other doves that used to belong to her Master, but in PL, it would probably be Fletch and, when she gets them, her other Pokemon. Two, she’ll cry. 

┐(‘～`；)┌ : When your muse can’t answer something, what do they do?

Can’t answer as in refuse to because it’s too personal, or because it’s a factual question that they really don’t know the answer to?

If it’s personal, she might try to sidestep the question a lot, steer the topic away from the question. If the person’s too pushy, she’d start to push back and eventually give up and just keep repeating “you don’t wanna know,” or “that’s confidential”; basically passive aggressively telling them to step off.

If it’s factual, then she’d just make up a sarcastic bullshit answer before admitting she doesn’t know the answer.

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{ Oleum: If one song were to describe your life, what song would it be? }

“I never really got to listen to music with lyrics. My parents thought that most of it was too uncivilized. Unless it was attached to some pretentious artist,” Dahlia  mused. She didn’t want to dwell on the pang in her chest as she thought about how separated from the actual world she had been. “I was always fond of Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. I don’t know if that would exactly describe my life though...”