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[unmovable-sovereign]

@ofadvent​ asked: "I'm surprised to see you here." Fancy event fancy event fanc--

Gala Prompts | ACCEPTING

“I am also surprised to see me here.” Ozen stared blankly ahead from where she stood at the side of the ballroom, looking like a pillar in a long sleeved black dress. Black leggings and boots covered the rest of her body, and a metallic choker necklace completed the look.

“Why are you here? I thought it was my turn to deal with the association’s incessant pestering.”

[impfiltration-archive2]

@ofadvent​​

If it looked like a duck, and quacked like a duck, then it was probably a duck. Katie wasn’t sure if that logic held up this time, though, because she was very clearly looking at a Galra base, but everything else she else she had on her said otherwise.

Her tracking algorithm said the closest fleet was a quadrant away, and the Galra never liked to stay that far away from home. Her databases didn’t say anything about secret bases this far out, and she’s loaded them with the Blade of Mamora’s latest info-dump. There was no way the guys who spent decades in deep-cover wouldn’t know about this place.

And yet this moon was permanently disfigured by the hostile and angular architecture typical of the Galra. 

Yeah, this was too strange for Katie to not investigate. She actually downed her lion, hiding it behind the greater ridges of the moon. If Katie could keep cloaking on while she was on-planet, then she would, but she’d just have to rely on Green’s shielding to deter any lion-nappers.

She was sneaking closer to the base, now, taking all the more advantage of the moon’s ridging. The closer she got, the more she realized just how off this supposed base was: there weren’t any sentries.

There were patrols. But they weren’t done by sentries—not even soldiers. Just people. Or, maybe they just weren’t Galran soldiers? It looked like they had uniforms, and that was pretty soldier-y, but they weren’t the kind of uniforms you expected to see on the battlefield.

Katie would’ve kept gawking and wondering, had she not been ambushed.

Okay, “ambush” was too strong of a word for being greeted by one of the snazzily dressed patrols that had managed to flank her, but Katie still yelped all the same. Thanks to the reduced gravity of the moon, she didn’t just jump back, but leap back, too.

Had she suspected hostiles, then she’d already been swinging her bayard around. As far as she understood, though, she’d come across the hide-out of preps.

Sounding a little hoarse, Katie demanded in a not-so-paladin voice, “Who’re you?!”

[annihilyza]

@ofadvent​ The chill winds of the Sea of Corpses whip tight around the heels of a solitary figure perched high on the ice and rocks as she looks down over the still faintly smoldering ruins of the ancient temple at the lowest depths of the 5th layer. A pair of compound binoculars click as they’re adjusted, scanning over the ancient debris and focusing in on the central areas of damage, and the sections most recently repaired. It hadn’t been long since the news of Idofront’s destruction had reached the surface, but time was a fickle thing in the Abyss, and with the temporal dilation this far down, it was difficult for Lyza to place exactly how long ago the vicious battle had occurred, or how long the repair efforts had been properly underway. She had stayed on the periphery for a few days watching and staying concealed, taking notes on the numbers and movements of the workers, looking out carefully for signs of her prey, until finally she spotted him; nearly unrecognizable, the blessing-warped figure of the Lord of Dawn’s main combat body.

She stows the binoculars away and draws one of the Thunder-Spars from its holster; long, unadorned telescoping javelins of abyss metal, little more than smooth rod with a barbed broadhead at one end, and a ring tether at the other. She rests it against her shoulder and taps it thoughtfully as she considers the timing, before placing the tip against the ice, her gauntlets glowing blue as the javelin drives into the wall with a snap of ozone and a heavy THUMP of motion as it seats steady, and she leaps from the side, abseiling swiftly down on her approach. And within moment of hitting the ground, retracted the spar into her hand with a snap and closed the distance across the roof of the temple, skimming to a crouching stop on the rim of a cracked open roof as she looks down upon bondrewd from above with a smirk. “Hey, Bondrewd. Doin’ a little remodelling? I think you mighta knocked over a load-bearing support. You’ve got a few holes in your wall.” She taps the spar against the crumbling rock before resting it back casually on her shoulder, looking at ease and non-hostile but still ready to pounce if needed, like a great cat on the prowl.

“Though you’re lookin’ awfully strange yourself, Dawn. You change your hair? Bit of a manicure?”

[annihilyza]

HONESTY 4: What is your biggest fear?

 Ask my Muse: Honesty || Closed Also asked by @unmovable-sovereign​ “My biggest fear...? If I didn’t know better though, I’d think that you two were looking for weaknesses to exploit... It’s a heavy question, but also one I’ve given a lot of thought to over the years. 

“And because of that, I know that I wouldn’t be giving you the same answer if you had asked me at different periods of my life. What I do know for sure is that I’ve never truly feared death, injury, or hardships.” “It’s not as though I don’t feel fear at all, even if some of my legends have made me out to be fearless and without mercy... I feel the same fright, the same panic and despair and anxieties as any human, but as a whole those kinds of mortal fears, simple and pure and biological have never kept me up at night.” “I think at one time I feared not amounting to anything. When I was young, as eager as I was to learn, looking back I think I was just as afraid that I’d never have the chance to make my mark; that I’d die alone and unknown, without anyone to mourn or remember me.”

“I’d never known what it was to have parents, loved ones, siblings, or even simple friends as a child, and my rush to become a legend must have been due at least in part to a kind of loneliness. Wanting to leave my mark on history so that someone would think of me, that someone would remember me when it came time to return to the Abyss.” “Now that I’m older, though... I’ve had enough of fame, and the praise of those I care about is enough recognition for my lifetime. I’ve grown past those youthful worries.”

“No, what I fear most now... and I think what I’ve feared most since the day I became a mother- the day that I lost my team, my child, and nearly the lives of myself and both of my beloved partners- is losing sight of who I am. Becoming someone I no longer recognize, and losing my drive to learn and discover and explore.”

“I love my daughter, more than I can say. I would have given everything of myself to her without question. Given up the Abyss, my career, even my worst vices, all so that I could give her the love and care that she deserved, that I never had.”

“I would have become someone that I don’t recognize, and in doing so, I felt like I would have taken from her the opportunity to choose who she wanted to be. It ate away at me, that fear, and eventually, I couldn’t withstand it.” “So I left for the Abyss... Afraid of who I’d be without it. And then, I returned. Afraid of what I had lost to chase it. It still haunts me even now, that fear. That I’ve made a mistake, and given up too much, asked too much of myself others to still hold on to what remains of my dreams.”

“So no... I don’t think I’m fearless at all. I seems I am all the more afraid than the stories say, and all too weak to face those fears head on.”

[annihilyza]

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

Random Headcanon Meme! | Accepting! "Do I enjoy singing? Absolutely! Nothing's more fun at a bar than when you get a lively atmosphere going, and nights around the fire deep in the abyss are also more comfortable with a good tune or two. I sing on my own from time to time too; humming to myself or turning some of my poetry into song keeps me sane on long dives."

"Am I good at it? I'm not rightly sure! I've been told my voice is pretty before, but I'm not exactly a trained songstress, so it's just a hobby! I probably sound pretty terrible when I'm drunk, though- I've definitely been told to quiet down my racket before, at least before they knew who it was belting out ballads sauced in the alley."

[s-r-a-j-o]

“Tell me a story.”

Srajo narrowed their eyes behind their mask. They didn't want to give Bondrewd anything, but they had to keep their promise. After shuffling through their pockets, they handed the Lord of Dawn a small box. Inside was a spring-loaded pocket of fine, glittery dust that would disperse the instance the box was opened. Have fun cleaning that out of multi-layered clothes.

[s-r-a-j-o]

HONESTY 1: What is your favorite scent?

Ask My Muse | ACCEPTING

[Aside from the usual nice scents like wet dirt and bubbling soup, I also enjoy the damp, mineral smell of warm caves. I suppose I've come to associate it with safety and sanctuary. It reminds me of the cave system I stay and store things in, where there are hot springs for drinking and bathing.]