4. What sort of relationship can you see our muses having?
After the situation at the concert Lacuna imprints on him like a duckling. There’s no way she’s going to rest until she’s made all of the trouble she’s put Ingo through up to him somehow! Probably with the exact opposite outcome of getting on his nerves, hahaha ;o;
11. A fluffy situation you think our muses would be cute in?
Ingo’s hard day at work is made slightly better by a knock at his cabin window. Exhaling on the glass, Lacuna scrawled a message, though hardly legible, was well intended—
{ ✩⋆ } There was scarcely anything in Nimbasa City that didn’t amaze the young dancer. From the amusement park to the city’s immense stadiums and subway, it was rather difficult to decide how to spend her time and where! While she would have been happy practicing her routine until she could no longer walk, Lacuna’s companions grew worried for her sake and insisted that she take the day to enjoy herself.
On the same note, however, no one else thought themselves sufficiently prepared for tomorrow’s performance; thus Lacuna was left to venture out on her own. It was no easy task, though the paw of Flaaffy in one hand and the cotton candy in the other gave her certain courage and uplifted her spirits.
“Where do you think we should go next, Flaaffy? Hopping up and down, the sheep pointed at a stage where a sizable crowd was gathered. The ongoing rock concert could be heard from blocks around.
“You like this kind of music?” Her question was met with a firm nod.
Well, she supposed it couldn’t hurt to check it out! Sauntering over, though there was a coveted spot available near the front Lacuna took a place at the very back of the crowd. She wasn’t the only newcomer; within minutes several groups of people settled behind her. Their presence soon became oppressive. Forced up against strangers as eager onlookers pushed in hopes of getting a better view, the dancer happened to bump into the wrong person.
“S-sorry..” she muttered, avoiding eye contact. How awkward this all was!
Instead of forgiveness, her accident was met with brute force. Shoved onto the pavement, the girl’s ankle twisted painfully on the way down. The shock of the moment reduced her to tears. Though she attempted to rise and run out of there without looking back, her body simply wouldn’t cooperate.
Who knew that a purely instinctive kiss on their first encounter would lead to this, the breakdown of her character? Morty had saved her life not once but twice, and still Elise occasionally found herself grazing slender fingers over her lips, as if willing back the feeling of that first intimate contact...
She was cold, strong, and sadistic. But despite her best efforts to maintain her cruelty, Morty was slowly cracking her icy exterior, chipping away at her rigid resolution with frequent gifts, visits, and smiles (Oh, how she loved those smiles).
Elise still maintained her pride, so she would never tell Morty exactly what effect he had on her, even though anyone could note the subtle changes in her behavior. Her once alert eyes now stared right past some criminals, glazed over as if they were focused on a grander image. The officer went out on patrol less often, she went shopping for the holidays, and she even paused to drop Mrs. Slater’s case files off for the gang member whom she had terrorized in the past. The files wouldn’t help Faust much, but she hoped that he could see the extensive amount of research that she had poured into locating the killer, whom she never really found in the end.
Elise relaxed her iron grip on the law, becoming softer and more bored as her days in Lumiose wore on. It was all starting to feel like a routine: catch stupid criminal, jail stupid criminal, rinse and repeat. The buildings, roads, and alleyways all started to blend together...and it was his fault for making everything else seem so boring.
The officer let her guard down more and more until she was walking through her patrols like a robot, issuing the same orders and punishments to every wrongdoer she blindly stumbled across. Looker eventually caught her in this oblivious state, and she remembered smiling as he placed the handcuffs around her wrists. Her former mentor had outsmarted her with his patience after all...perhaps Elise still had much to learn.
It was torture to sit through all of the legal proceedings that followed her arrest, but her icy glare made conversations and negotiations blissfully short. The condemned officer was to spend life behind the other side of the cell for her crimes, but Elise always had a plan. She could not waste away in jail, even with new senses of fatigue and longing weighing her down. The caged-up Elise would fight back one night, calculated as ever, her sword slicing through the darkness one final time.
The only things that Looker found upon entering his student’s cell were the officer’s famed sword and cap, laid out neatly on the cushioned bench. He decided not to chase her further.
She had nowhere to go.
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“Thank you for riding the Battle Subway today. I am the Subway Boss, and I will choose the next destination...”
The carefully-rehearsed lines fell on deaf ears as the quiet, blue-haired woman boarded the subway late, the automated doors sliding shut behind her. Before the Subway Boss could complete his usual enthusiastic announcement, the stranger held up a hand for quiet, her icy blue eyes making Ingo shudder with their intensity.
“I don’t want to battle you. Is this the train to Anville Town?”
Ingo shook his head ‘no’ and the annoyed woman sighed, long blue tresses shimmering on her back. Without a word, the Subway Boss opened the doors for her and she swiftly departed, her boots clacking on the concrete. Somehow, Ingo could tell that this no-nonsense stranger was not to be trifled with.
Safe travels! he wished silently, watching the woman stride confidently towards the correct train, her departing figure growing smaller with distance.
