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[mcflymemes]

FIVE TIPS FOR WRITING BETTER ROLEPLAY REPLIES struggling to get interactions? try incorporating these tips into your replies!

use the five senses. sight, smell, touch, hearing, taste. where are your muses currently standing? what does the air smell like? are there birds chirping or people walking by? is there a battle in the distance? does the wooden floor beneath them creak when they walk? is the other muse wearing cologne or perfume? describe the world around them in vivid detail and paint a picture of their environment. this will help your writing partner envision the space.

don't keep everything internal. your muse's internal commentary is important, of course, but when an entire reply is only their inner thoughts, it doesn't give your writing partner anything to go on (unless their character can read minds). make sure you add action, story progression, or character movement in a reply, or provide enough dialogue for the other muse to respond to.

end your reply with a question. at the very end of your reply, have your muse ask the other character a question, or pepper a few questions throughout the reply. this gives the other writer a perfect jumping off point for their response.

incorporate npcs and other things happening nearby. maybe your muses are in a library, and the librarian won't stop shushing them. maybe your muse gets a call from their best friend in the middle of the conversation with horrible news. maybe your muses are in a hotel room, and they hear a noisy party in the room next door. your muses aren't the only two people in the universe - expand upon it with details and breathe further life into this world. it makes things so much more fun.

don't forget the other muse. i think we all struggle with this one the most. we get so caught up describing our own muse and their own thoughts and actions that we forget they're interacting with someone else. try describing the other character's stance or facial expression, the way they cross their arms. maybe their makeup is really beautiful. maybe their hair is nice. maybe they smell really bad. maybe the last time your muses interacted, they had a big fight. don't take up your entire reply talking about your muse only; talk about the other character. give the other writer something to smile about and comment on - "i loved what your muse noticed about mine! i loved their observations! they were so right!" make the other writer feel seen. this is a great way to show them you're reading their replies, loving their writing, and noticing little details about their muse.

[themusechronicle]

Crow couldn't fully believe her ears- was this man really offering her a place to stay for the night?

Was she really accepting it? It could be risky, but... her birds trusted him. And they have never led her astray.

She looked at his hand, then at him. She nodded, allowing a small smile to reach her face as she took his hand. "Won't cause any trouble. Th- thank you, sir."

It wouldn't be for long- she would never allow herself to be gone for long. But she would allow herself a rare chance to feel comfortable.

[nighttbound]

His hand gripped hers--firm, but cold. Purple claws, neatly trimmed, sat at careful distance and did not risk grazing her skin. Her companion bird drew a glance from him.

"Will your friend mind being in the car?"

[themusechronicle]

Crow would glance at Nel's claws- but without a trace of fear. If anything she seemed fascinated, but they made no comment on it. "My- oh." Crow gave a nod to their avian friend, who promptly took off. "They don't like being cooped up anywhere long." Some would wait for her return, others would follow along from a distance. Wherever she went, however, there would always be a few nearby.

"We might want to hurry. People like the man from earlier tend to have friends." She could probably escape them, but with this Nel person to worry about that complicated things. Just because he was a vampire didn't mean he knew how to fight, and judging by the fancy clothes he wore, he wasn't the sort to get into scrapes often.

[themusechronicle]

((Oof gotta update Crow's profile soon, but that can wait for now cause busy))

[nighttbound]

@themusechronicle | From Here

"Yes. If you promise not to leave a mess and my inhabitance should not suffer for it. The remoteness of the location should offer you respite. You will be warm and you will have a place to sleep. It is my pleasure to provide this if nothing more."

In spite of his stifling formality, he extended a hand. Purple claws unfurled to offer his soft palm.

"Will you take my hand?"

[themusechronicle]

Crow couldn't fully believe her ears- was this man really offering her a place to stay for the night?

Was she really accepting it? It could be risky, but... her birds trusted him. And they have never led her astray.

She looked at his hand, then at him. She nodded, allowing a small smile to reach her face as she took his hand. "Won't cause any trouble. Th- thank you, sir."

It wouldn't be for long- she would never allow herself to be gone for long. But she would allow herself a rare chance to feel comfortable.

[nighttbound]

themusechronicle​:

Crow stared blankly at the woman, trying to process what she said. “I don’t know a thing about any duelists. As for the wings-” she paused for a moment, wondering how much she should say. Maybe here it would be best to just be honest. She glanced briefly to her avian friend, then back at the other woman. “Okay, I admit the wings are powered by magic. But I don’t know what a kaiju is anymore than the duelist thing. Its my own magic.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry for stealing from your people here, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Me and my friend were stuck here and had to take what we needed.”

“–Your own magic? Hmph.” She reached over to the side, where a servant had a platter of some sort of light snack. Or so it appeared–as whatever she grabbed up from the serving tray wriggled in her grasp.  “Humans have had a faulty grasp on magic on Earth ever since the kaiju were cast across the Veil. But it is possible that certain groups may have…protected and nurtured their knowledge. Not all of you are so hopelessly stupid. But most are.”

She tucked her fingers up beneath her mask. The morsel in her grasp squeaked and then, there came a wet crunch. She set her hand back at the arm of her throne.

“You have me fascinated, little one. Where did you learn this magic, then? I’m dreadfully curious. I’ll be agreeable to you and your apology, so long as you promise to be,”

[themusechronicle]

Crow had seen a lot of disturbing things during her lifetime, but even they weren't prepared to see the woman in front of them eat a small creature alive. It made her sick to her stomach, but Crow did a good job of hiding it. Although they would have nightmares about this later.

Crow kept up their air of formality, arms crossed behind her back as she often did when negotiating with others. Her number one rule was to never let the other person see you as helpless. Even if the other person was a monarch who feasted on living beings.

... Especially in that case.

Crow looked at the pile of parts in front of her, then back at the menacing monarch ahead. They considered their options- conceded there were none, and then held out their right hand, palm up.

The whites of Crow's eyes turned black. Their amber irises glowed, and shadows began to form on her hand. They swirled together and quickly took the shape of a bird. Similar to a raven, but different; not only were they of shadow, but their eyes glowed as Crow's did.

Crow moved her hand slightly and the shadowy creature darted into the set of wings. Shadow began to envelop it, almost looking like veins within the intricate mechanics. The wings began to move- or tried, at least. They were too busted up for any impressive movement, unfortunately.

After a moment of this, the shadowy bird would dart back towards Crow's hand, immediately merging back into her.

The girl's eyes faded back to normal, and she looked back at the Princess of Malevolence, arms once again folded behind her. "Is that enough?"

[steampunktendencies]

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[themusechronicle]

[dreadnokzartan]

“I used to live here, a long time ago. It wasn’t for long, more of an in between place while I was on the move. But it was one of the better places I ended up staying while getting to where I needed to be.”

[themusechronicle]

"Explains a lot- this place has a much darker reputation now." Thanks to years of her own hard work, but he didn't need to know that. She glanced down the way they had came. "They usually get bored after a while, so we should be good to go in a few minutes." A raven flew into the room, landing on Crow's shoulder. The girl smiled and gently pet the creature's feathers.

[dreadnokzartan]

“Good on you, they only look for trouble to cause so they can clock in overtime and get paid without having to do anything,” Zartan scowled, “The leeches.”

Of course the police wouldn’t be kind of a young homeless girl, they never were. They were pretty much capitalistic pigs. The rare handful of good ones hardly outweighed the bad.

“You can call me Zartan, but make sure not to tell anyone. That’s what I tossed that wallet for.”

[themusechronicle]

Crow nodded. "No need to worry about me talking. My name's Crow. So... you been here before?" If he had, it must have been many years ago. Otherwise he would have had a much different reaction to seeing her mask when she appeared in front of him. "Don't usually meet strangers who know the layout of the labyrinth."

[nighttbound]

nighttimetrinkets​:

“Ah- ah’ve seen a lotta sorts, but nuh, didn’t t’ink ye were really a vampire. An..” Crow hesitated, not sure how to phrase this next part. “Suppose vampire stories don’t usually have ‘em savin’ people from buildin’s, nah.” He didn’t seem scary at all- not that Crow was the type to get scared by the unusual, at least. The unusual was quite normal to her.

Considering everything else she had seen, maybe it was a bit silly to be surprised vampires existed. And that they could be friendly.

“No, I would say they do not, eheh. I don’t blame you for having that view–it is all too common in the media and folklore. But I promise there are just as many friendly vampires walking about!”

His smile of perfect charity faltered–dropping to an uneasy tug of his lips into a grimace.

“Eh, sometimes though it is safer to be…wary of people. You seem bright, so I don’t think I need to be reminding you.”

[themusechronicle]

Crow nodded. "Trust me- I'm always careful around others." She would have died long ago by now if she wasn't.

"But... you really would invite me to your place?" Crow glanced at the entrance- one of them, at least- to her hideout. It wasn't the worst place to be, but it wasn't so nice that she was eager to turn down an offer to stay somewhere cozier. "If you really are fine with me staying for a few days, I do need to lay low for a bit after today. ...Thank you."

[nighttbound]

nighttimetrinkets​:

“Me friend is the reason ah am here,” Crow explained, before hesitating. She didn’t like the idea of being fully unarmed in this strange place. But maybe she didn’t have to be.

Slowly and carefully, she began to go through her pockets. Gadgets of all sorts began to pile up in front of her, and just when it looked like the pile couldn’t get much larger, she had more pockets somewhere with even more gadgets, and then some after that. Apparently there were also just as many pockets on the inside of her jacket, which she went through just as carefully.

Then there were the pockets on her pants, and- finally- that seemed to be it. Emphasis on seemed- there were still the compartments in her prosthetic, but nobody needed to know about that. And nobody needed to know about the glove she had kept in one of her pockets- she needed that one to get home.

The last two things to be placed in the pile were her wings, and an odd looking dagger. She hesitated to place the dagger in the pile, but finally sighed and decided not to argue.

“A’ight. That’s everythin’,” she lied, hoping the woman was none the wiser. “Can we talk now?”

As items from Crow’s pockets accumulated into a heap, Gregoria made her survey of the trinkets there. Her claws picked one such object, just one of many appearing to have been cobbled with rudimentary but functioning mechanisms. 

“Fascinating. Otherwise irrelevant to my concerns…” Gregoria tossed the item aside. “Yes. We may talk.”

Black eyes turned to Crow once more.

“Is that all you have? If you are associates with the Duelists or their…competitors, I will find out. I have no reservations believing that you are, given your display of ingenuity.” She scoffed, nudging aside with one extended boot the pair of mechanical wings atop the pile.

“No human on Earth has figured out how to fly solo without some use of kaiju magic.”

[themusechronicle]

Crow stared blankly at the woman, trying to process what she said. "I don't know a thing about any duelists. As for the wings-" she paused for a moment, wondering how much she should say. Maybe here it would be best to just be honest. She glanced briefly to her avian friend, then back at the other woman. "Okay, I admit the wings are powered by magic. But I don't know what a kaiju is anymore than the duelist thing. Its my own magic."

She sighed. "I'm sorry for stealing from your people here, but I didn't have much of a choice. Me and my friend were stuck here and had to take what we needed."

[dreadnokzartan]

With one hand he took it, opened it, and gave the man a look, “Looks like you helped yourself to some cash while you were on your way out,” he said before taking a large bill then closing it and tossing the rest behind him.

“Oops, I hope no one uses that money as a payment to stay quiet,” he said, shooting a look to Crow.

[themusechronicle]

The wallet landed at her feet, and hesitantly she picked it up. She felt dirty, looking at the man clearly in distress, but she would be stupid to say no to this amount of money. So she nodded, shoving it in one of her pockets.

This man isn't a good man, she tried to remind herself. He shot someone.

"Don't ever talk to cops, anyways" she joked half-heartedly, leaning against the wall behind her. "They always make things worse."

A pause. "...Mind if I ask who you are?" She was going to be stuck with him for a while, might as well at least know his name.

[dreadnokzartan]

Zartan threw a look over his shoulder to Crow before looking over to the guy, “Gimme your wallet,” he demanded of the man.

[themusechronicle]

"What- N-"

"-I would do what he says," Crow cut in, not wanting to see a murder tonight. The helpless man looked at her, then at the other man, and sighed as he pulled out his wallet and handed it over.

[dreadnokzartan]

“Kill you?” He said, snatching the flash drive, “I was told that if there was no other choice I’d bring you back dead. But I’d get a bonus if I brought you back alive, if not a little roughed up. I was given some leeway on that. The better shape I bring you back in, the bigger my bonus. Direct orders from The Commander. So you can imagine what that means for you,” Zartan said with a dangerous smile.

[themusechronicle]

The man whimpered, and Crow fidgeted nervously where she stood.

"Um... 'Commander'?" Commander wasn't a title usually given to crime lords and the like. Was this man involved with something higher up than that? If so, she really didn't want to be here.

[dreadnokzartan]

Zartan snorted, “Why should I? Mh?” He said, shaking his arm, “Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if you hadn’t shot Zandar, would it? You think I’d just drag you in by the scruff after that? You think that just because I wasn’t at the base when you did it I wouldn’t hunt you down like you were a rabid dog who needed to be put down? I asked the Commander to do it, told him I’d give him a discount to do it.” Despite this, Zartan loosened his arm just enough for the man to breathe, “The flash drive. Now.”

[themusechronicle]

The man nodded, shaky hands reaching for his back pocket and pulling out a small flash drive. "L-look! I'm sorry! Just- don't kill me, man!"

Crow glanced towards the taller man, understanding things better now. It wasn't just a job- it was personal. Still, she hoped this wouldn't devolve into bloodshed. The corpses should be gone soon- they were only enchanted to go a certain distance before going back into storage. But she couldn't give away that she knew that, could raise suspicion.

She adjusted her mask, bracing herself for a very long night.

[dreadnokzartan]

He turned his head to look at her before turning back, “Sure, I knew. Doesn’t change the fact that my shortcut is gone. Not like I left anything behind worthwhile anyway. Maybe a lighter and a lantern,” he scowled, tightening his grip, “Isn’t that great for you? We get to spend so much more time together as I drag you out. You’re going to behave and not make this any worse on yourself, aren’t you? And while you’re at it, you’re going to hand over that flash drive, aren’t you?”

[themusechronicle]

The man choked and gagged in the stronger man's headlock. Crow flinched, looking back and forth between the two. "Look- you got the guy and the only other place he can go is currently occupied by the undead that'll kill him. Maybe just let him go? He'll die of suffocation if you keep doing that."

The man nodded- or tried to at least. Wasn't an easy thing to do in a headlock.