#the-stitched-wizard

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"How have your dreams been of late, dear moon? I've noticed your growing tension, your spirit weighs heavy with burdens."

"When is it not?

Even when I actively try to, I could never hide these things from you. I think, maybe it's simply that I haven't had the chance to get into a bloodthirsty scuffle in a long while." "It's my destructive nature."

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(づ￣ ³￣)づ: have you ever been in love?

[ Get to know the mun ]

(Alright, this might not answer this one exactly the way it’s intended, BUT… I was and still am super infatuated with Chris Pohl of Blutengel. It got to the point where I’ve had several dreams of being able to attend one of their concerts (VIP style). True story, they were scheduled to visit Texas one time, and one time only. Being unable to go, I CRIED my eyes out. Only added more reason for me to dislike San Antonio!

But, yes. I’ve a weird adoration for the singer. <3 

It’s… probably 100% the black lipstick and guyliner.)

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@the-stitched-wizard

“Awh…jeez Louise, anyone catch th’ plate on dat loonie…?”

Frustrated, tiny snarls and grumbles bubbled to the surface, along with the agitated thumping of that tiny, imp tail on the concrete beneath his small form. Fuzzy, foggy eyes of green could at first only make out shadows, but it was within moments that they could make out blurs, then colors, and finally all became clear. A gloved hand gripped at the side of his head and he gazed about at the dark and dirty surroundings he found his waking self in.

So many grays, blacks, and browns in the rather narrow, and not to mention dirty alleyway he found himself in. A green, filth-stained dumpster to one wall and trash littered about the entire path leading to a tall, wire fence on one far end and open, quiet nighttime streets on the other illuminated by distant, high-up lights. Shifting to his feet with quiet groans, he stepped his way out onto the sidewalk and into the open, mouth just slightly agape at the towering structures of stone, metal, and glass all about.

Even without having been here before, he knew well enough this place’s name already. “Da Human World? …But how, though…” It hardly took much time to think before he pieced some bits of prior events together.

“Lessee. Got hit by dat big palooka with the horns. They broke my staff, what else…blacked out. Did they put me here?” Small arms crossed before his chest, eyes clenching shut to think a bit more before he shook his head.

“Nah. They hit like no one’s business, but they ain’t that bright. But if they didn’t…who? Why?" Much as he tried to dig at his mind for answers, he found none, just more questions. He knew already he’d frustrate himself to no end standing to think on it any longer, so resting his arms at his sides and tightening his hands into fists and began pacing along at his slow pace beneath the light of towering street lamps with seemingly not a soul in sight. The little imp had no idea where to go, where exactly he was, or what to do. All he knew for sure was that standing around certainly wasn’t an option.

"Kinda cold out here…”

Naturally, it was to be assumed that there was not a single soul in sight! What with being in a filthy place like this, no creature would be dumb enough to linger there for too much longer than necessary.

Until he began walking from the damp alley, it would remain lifeless for a time. Once movement began, a hasty flutter sounding from the lights above seemingly echoed throughout the lonesome path. It could have been his own footsteps, or it might not have been. The vibrant, menacing, bright red eyes watching from high up above might have been a dead giveaway that it was not his own.

The soft fluttering continued along with the piercing gaze, giving further hints to the fact that this thing that was watching was also following as he moved. It, as well, had an advantage from behind so highly elevated just past the street lamps. Though, every now and then it stopped.

It left the small Imp to relish in the fact that it was cold outside, until a shrill voice finally managed to pipe up in response. “If it’s cold out here, why are you here?” A bit more high-pitched than his, it was also followed by a few, seldom stuttering squeaks.

Claws clung to the curve of one of the street lamps, producing a rather noticeable ‘tnk’ sound against the metal. Being used as a perch, a tiny, black mass of a body let itself drop and swing from the lamp’s bend to hang upside down in the end. There were those red eyes, staring at him largely, almost unblinking, waiting for a response.  “Seems like you had a rather unfortunate encounter.”

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“Musical Scholar”

[ "Musical Scholar" for an Associated Song for our OCs! ] - Open

[ OOMPH! - Who You Are ]

"Do you remember just who you are The cold december has burnt out your star Deny me, untie me, derange me, paralyze me Annoy me, destroy me, erase me, mesmerize me"

As of right now in our own private RP, a lot of this song reminds me of their current situation.

To be specific, the 'cold December' being Kain and the conflicting feelings that are following, growing and getting worse by the second. The 'star' being Wallace and absolutely destroyed right now (physically, but maybe mentally soon?) The story will be continued and we will find out!

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Send ± for one thing my muse likes and one thing that they hate about yours! "...We learn more from our faults than what people like, I suppose..."

[ SEND ± FOR ONE THING MY MUSE LIKES AND ONE THING THAT THEY HATE ABOUT YOURS! ] - Open

"Well, for one, you have some ungodly patience when it comes to dealing with my short-tempered ass. I've no idea how you do it, honestly and that's... quite charming, I admit.

On that note, however, you do have this strange, domineering aura about you that makes me feel awfully uncomfortable. ESPECIALLY, when you're being all serious. It has been like this ever since I met you and... yes, I know you're going to make mention of it, but I still can't get over you being part of the Seven."

Vyre shrugs to try and shake off her rising discomfort. Ironically, not because of that 'aura', but because she had to be open about it. "I know that's not anything you can exactly change but... since we're here to be honest."

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"...For...me?" Mildly-flustered wizard.

[ SEND “FOR ME?” AND MY MUSE WILL GIVE YOUR MUSE A GIFT. ] - Open

Vyre runs up to the wizard not in her human form... but as Velocity. Stomping on all four legs, digging crystalline claws into the ground, she looked like man's best friend crawling enthusiastically to its owner.

In her jagged jaws, there was a a giant, hollowed out tree trunk. Carelessly, it dropped and thumped loudly against the ground. It didn't look like much 'till a thick claw tapped and rotated the hollow stump to a more visible angle.

Inside, there were different shapes, colors and various forms of crystal. Mushrooms and moss that would make the average alchemist squeal with glee.

She looked proud of her catch.

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🎧 "Go on. Serenade me."

[ Send in ‘🎧’ and I’ll put my music on shuffle to have my muse sing to your’s. ]

Vyre was plenty relieved when the next song came on. It definitely wasn’t as bad nor cringe-worthy as the first, but it wasn’t exactly something she’d imagine having to sing to Wallace, either! Nor did he particularly seem like he’d be a fan of the type.

Ah, well! If anything, this was for her sake, and Vyre was happy enough steadily hopping along to the beat of the song.

“You can't see the demons, till the demons come calling for you. You're deaf to them screaming, till they're standing right behind you. Blind to flames glowing, till they're growing all around you. Numb to fangs gripping, until they're ripping into you...”  ♫

Much better!

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@the-stitched-wizard​ replied to your post “Fun little fact. I can’t swim and I hate water. So if you ever try to...”

"So even the shallows are out of the question, then? You're certain? I can't swim well, but there's something admittedly special about just drifting where it's safe."

“Until you look out beyond the shallows and see nothing but a gaping chasm of endless ocean waiting for you. Just wait ‘till a wave takes you out further into the danger zone, friendo.”