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[tiny--cowboy]

It’s been awfully quiet..

[[yeah, sorry! Mod’s been going through a whole lot. Gonna get back to this.... soon hopefully

[tiny--cowboy]

KID YOUR GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK HERE

With the same expression a cat would make before pushing a glass off a counter, Zora leans over to the knobs and turns all of the stove’s fires on. “Yew can’t stop me.” She taunted. “Ah could set this whole place on fire if ah wanted too!”

Percy probably wouldn’t be too happy about that, though. And blaming it on a freak accident probably wouldn’t work either. And after that, there would be no reason why Percy and Ramsey would still keep her around.

There was the quiet click of a lock turning.

Zora glanced down at the fires. Uh oh. Better turn these off quick.

[M!A: 4/5]

[tiny--cowboy]

fOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN OFF THE STOVE- YOU'LL START A FIRE

She sticks out her tongue. “Make me.” Zora glares at the fire. It’s hardly helping to warm her up at all. “There’s nothin’ around for it to set on fire, ‘cept me. ‘Nd look.”

She puts her hands in the fire. The fire curls around her fingers, but they don’t burn. She can feel how hot the flames are, it should be warming her up, but it doesn’t. “Not a very good fire.” She leans forward over it, glad that her hair wass tied back behind her. It’s a little more flammable than the rest of her, and while it wouldn’t burn away, she doesn’t think Percy would appreciate coming home to an on-fire child.

[M!A: 3/5]

[tiny--cowboy]

Hmm. Well that makes sense. I usually prefer the cold. But to each there own I suppose

Zora nods. “Ah’m usually warm, so bein’ cold’s weird.” The sun wasn’t helping, so she looked around for a better option. Hmm. The stove made fire, and fire’s warmer than sunlight. Percy and Ramsey weren’t around to tell her not to, so...

“Yew cold too, bud?” She asked the sheep as she got up. Browley bleated at her, which she took as a no. “No tellin’ anyone ‘bout dis, ‘kay?” She fiddled whth the knobs on the stove for several minutes until one finally caught, turned it until the fire was as big as it could go.

“No one’s here so ah’ll do what I want~!” She said with a sing-song tone as she clambered up onto the countertop. Zora put her hands over the fire, lowering them so they were practically in it, and sighed. “No luck here. Still cold.” She reported.

[M!A: 2/5]

[tiny--cowboy]

You good kid?

“Yeah.” Zora says with a sigh. “Just cold.” Her extra poncho and Browley aren’t doing much to help keep her warm, unfortunately. She feels colder than she was before. Awkwardly carrying the sheep with her, she made her way to the glass doors at the back of the house.

She sat down right next to the doors, and smushed her face against the glass. The sun helped chase away the cold for a few seconds, then the chill set in again. Zora was starting to get really annoyed and a little freaked out. “Ah hate bein’ cold...”

[M!A: 1/5]

[tiny--cowboy]

M!A cold 5 asks?

Cold: Wear a jacket silly! Muse is always cold and doesn’t know why and is always trying to snuggle up to another person.

Zora always felt a little chilly when she wasn’t somewhere warm or out in the sun, but today she felt colder than usual. She grabbed her old, worn poncho and put it over her new one, hoping that it would help her warm up a little.

Several minutes passed, and she felt colder than usual. Zora grabbed Browley, happy that the sheep summon was still around, and buried her face in the fluff.

[M!A: 0/5]

[tiny--cowboy]

What do you want to be when you grow up?

“Ah wanna be a cowboy!” Zora exclaims. “Or maybe a cop, like Percy an’ Ramsey.”

She considers it further.

“Yeah. Ah’d rather be a cowboy.”

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen

“Yeah, them. You say you’ve had them forever? ..why would a regular mundie child have such strange marks..” His mention of that is rather explicit, and able to be heard very well, but it’s also a child that was supposedly found in..what, the forest? So maybe it was something epithet related. Maybe they just didn’t know. Eh, whatever, she was adorable and he wasn’t going to question anything.

“Right, right, Keep liking them, they are very amazing, little Zora. Would you enjoy Browley staying around you for a long time? I can easily keep my epithet running from a far range, if you wanna snuggle him for a while.”

She shrugs. “Yep. Just natural ah think.” Honestly, she’d never spent much time wondering about it. She didn’t exactly spend a lot of time looking at her reflection in the forest, and even less time thinking about how she looks.

“Ah’d like that! Thank yew, Doctar Sylvie! Say hi when yew help out Percy next.” Zora turned back to the sheep again. “Lemme know when yew need ta leave, ‘kay, Browley?” The idea of someone just... disappearing on her with no warning... it scared her. Hopefully Percy and Ramsey wouldn’t mind a temporary pet.

[little-haunter-blog]

Magic Anon!

Fairy Dust: Be careful what you wish for! Your muse was covered in magical dust and can have one power (Anon chooses power and for how long)

In the darkness I hide: You need more vitamin D in your life! Muse hates the light and would rather do everything at night or with the lights off. (2 days)

Clouds: Get your head out of the clouds! Muse spends all day, day-dreaming (24 hours).

Death be not proud: Tick, Tack here is your muse back…Muse becomes a poet and has to be very deep or make everything rhyme. (24 hours)

Cold: Wear a jacket silly! Muse is always cold and doesn’t know why and is always trying to snuggle up to another person. (4 hours).

Couch Potato: Get up lazy! Muse is very lazy and doesn’t want to do much. Likes to sit in front of the TV and eats all day. (2 days)

Turning time: What happened! Muse is now a child or an adult depending on the age(Anon picks how long).

Opposite day: Who are you and what have you done with my friend!? Muse has to act the opposite of what they normally do. (24 hours).

                        Feel free to add more!

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen

He observed the reaction to the sheep with slight mental note-taking, but was glad to see Browley wasn’t being anything reckless or causing a ruckus with her. In fact, this was a delight, as the sheep just let her, nuzzling in care and comfort. Note: Use the sheep for children that come into the office, it might really assist them for therapeutic endeavors.

“I’m..afraid that keeping him might be difficult considering the intricacies of trying to take care of or own a sheep, and no less, he’s a summon, I haven’t experimented with time limits, but I don’t imagine him staying around. ..For now, you may though. Okay?” He gives a bright smile, the little ‘baa’ from the summon almost seemed calming in of itself, trying to help someone sleep. When they weren’t constantly nibbling of course.

“Thank yew!” Zora took her face out of the fluff to beam at him- literally. The markings around her eyes and her irises flickered and flashed before fading to a dull glow again. She was oblivious to it, as always. “Ah don’t think Percy’d be okay with a sheep anyway…” She giggles, a little embarrassed.

She briefly wondered what the best way to pick the sheep up was. She wanted to hold it, but that also probably wouldn’t be a great idea. She didn’t want to hurt him! “Yer a good boy, Browley.” Zora told the sheep, patting his head.

[localchaosbastard]

The glow startles him for a moment, and at this point, he’s going to question it, because now it’s actually really interesting and he can barely let it go. The sheep was extremely light feeling, so picking it up wasn’t too difficult even for a child in fact. 

“..Say. those markings and your irises. Did you know they glow? It’s actually sort of interesting, sort of like a little sun, you could say? It’s intriguing.” He chuckles a bit, maybe alluding to it wasn’t too great of an idea but it’ll be alright, right?

[tiny--cowboy]

She reached towards her face, tapping the three little triangles under her right eye. “...These?” Someone had mentioned it to her once or twice offhandedly. Maybe Percy had? No, it was probably Ramsey. He’d definitely called her eyes freaky before. She shrugged. “Yeah. Dunno where they come from. Ah’ve had them forever.”

For as long as she could remember, anyway. A little flicker of familiarity ran through her at the mention of them being sun-like. It disappeared as suddenly as it happened, so she brushed it off. “Dunno what they are, but ah like ‘em!”

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen

He observed the reaction to the sheep with slight mental note-taking, but was glad to see Browley wasn’t being anything reckless or causing a ruckus with her. In fact, this was a delight, as the sheep just let her, nuzzling in care and comfort. Note: Use the sheep for children that come into the office, it might really assist them for therapeutic endeavors.

“I’m..afraid that keeping him might be difficult considering the intricacies of trying to take care of or own a sheep, and no less, he’s a summon, I haven’t experimented with time limits, but I don’t imagine him staying around. ..For now, you may though. Okay?” He gives a bright smile, the little ‘baa’ from the summon almost seemed calming in of itself, trying to help someone sleep. When they weren’t constantly nibbling of course.

“Thank yew!” Zora took her face out of the fluff to beam at him- literally. The markings around her eyes and her irises flickered and flashed before fading to a dull glow again. She was oblivious to it, as always. “Ah don’t think Percy’d be okay with a sheep anyway...” She giggles, a little embarrassed.

She briefly wondered what the best way to pick the sheep up was. She wanted to hold it, but that also probably wouldn’t be a great idea. She didn’t want to hurt him! “Yer a good boy, Browley.” Zora told the sheep, patting his head.

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

memories you’ve shed                          gone for good you f e a r e d …  they’re all around you still,                           though they’ve … DISAPPEARED  

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen

“If the other person has aquaphobia, yeah, I could very well do so and likely flood an area at the same time. I can’t do it freely, however, unless someone is physically daydreaming or is in a groggy state. Hence, my sleep dust.” He gathers up a little of the sleep dust in his hand to show off, the orange powder glistening a bit in any light of the area they’re in, before he turns away from her to scatter it away. Not wanting to get her in the crossfire.

“..Otherwise! I have a few small summons, including very fluffy little sheep that tend to nibble by my command.”

“How fluffy are the sheep?” Zora’s eyes light up. Come to think of it, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen a sheep before. She knows what they are, sure, but she can’t picture on in her head. “Ah wanna see them! There aren’t any sheep in the forest.”

The triangles around her eyes flicker and glow a little brighter in tune with her excitement as she bounces up and down. Maybe epithets aren’t so bad, if they’re used for things like making fluffy sheep friends!

[localchaosbastard]

“Ohh, very fluffy, and they really love people in fact, they’d cuddle for hours, Zora. Let me demonstrate. Counting Sheep!” He lets himself glow a bright orange for a moment, as from behind him, one, little sheep with a pompadour ends up appearing and giving a light baa, seeing the child. He does think it..slightly weird for her eye tattoos to glow though.

“Here you go, little one. His name is Browley, and he loves meeting people.” Browley would go up to Zora, nuzzling her slightly with affection, how cute.

[tiny--cowboy]

Zora crouches down and bops the sheep’s pompadour a couple times, completely and utterly delighted. “Hiya, Browley!” She spends several minutes running her fingers through the wool, then wraps her arms around the sheep and shoves her face in the fluff.

“Can ah keep ‘em?” She asks, her voice rather muffled. She can’t help but wonder, are all sheep this soft? Or are Sylvie’s just special? The fluff would make a perfect pillow, she’s already feeling ready to take a nap from just shoving her face into it. It would make sense, too, given what he’d said his epithet was.

[tiny--cowboy]

What's your favorite animal?

“Ah like wulves!” She immediately blurts out, then thinks for a moment. “An’ birds an’ squirrels an’ rabbits an’ fish-” She keeps rambling on, listing every animal she’s ever seen. It’s not a very long list, considering she used to live in the forest and hasn’t seen a wide variety.

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen

“If the other person has aquaphobia, yeah, I could very well do so and likely flood an area at the same time. I can’t do it freely, however, unless someone is physically daydreaming or is in a groggy state. Hence, my sleep dust.” He gathers up a little of the sleep dust in his hand to show off, the orange powder glistening a bit in any light of the area they’re in, before he turns away from her to scatter it away. Not wanting to get her in the crossfire.

“..Otherwise! I have a few small summons, including very fluffy little sheep that tend to nibble by my command.”

“How fluffy are the sheep?” Zora’s eyes light up. Come to think of it, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen a sheep before. She knows what they are, sure, but she can’t picture on in her head. “Ah wanna see them! There aren’t any sheep in the forest.”

The triangles around her eyes flicker and glow a little brighter in tune with her excitement as she bounces up and down. Maybe epithets aren’t so bad, if they’re used for things like making fluffy sheep friends!

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen:

He’s surprised at how quickly the child would surmise him possibly having an epithet, and giving two simple nods, maybe it’s interesting to her, perhaps a demonstration is slightly in order? “Why, yes, I do have an epithet, and highly trained as well, a very powerful one! Do you want a demonstration?”

He’s thinking it’ll mostly be good for the child to be exposed to an example as soon as needed, and also needing to make a mental note to empty out the constantly building sleep dust in his coat fluff.

“Ah’m not really…” She trails off, trying to find a way to word her thoughts as she glares at the fading dust, mentally ordering it to stay away. “Ah don’t like epithets much but, as long as yew don’t use it on me.” Some innate need to know demanded that she try to figure out what his epithet is.

“What’s yer epithet? Ah can’t think of a word for sleep dust.” Something about him didn’t feel particularly powerful to her… but what would she know? The only other epithet users she knows are Percy and Ramsey.

[localchaosbastard]

He stopped for a moment, and would think on what to do in this situation. He certainly wouldn’t need to worry about a child using his own epithet against him if he said anything about the effects, it couldn’t possibly bring harm or anything, right? So, it wouldn’t be that bad, but she could inform guardians, perhaps, and–no, sylvie, you’re getting too into this. He breathes, and does speak.

“My epithet is called Drowsy. I can effectively use the dreams of people as well as nightmares against them, or my own as an example. I..probably said too much. Is it interesting though? I could summon something as a good example!” He gets a little fast in speaking, but stops, remember, this isn’t molly, don’t speak machine gun.

[tiny--cowboy]

She considers it. It certainly sounds interesting. “So yew could summon my worst nightmare?” She’s not sure what that would be, and she’s not interested in finding out.

“How much can yew summon? Ah could see summonin’ like, a spider but could yew summon,” Zora tries to think of something. “An entire lake?”

[tiny--cowboy]

ashlingofficeopen:

He’s surprised at how quickly the child would surmise him possibly having an epithet, and giving two simple nods, maybe it’s interesting to her, perhaps a demonstration is slightly in order? “Why, yes, I do have an epithet, and highly trained as well, a very powerful one! Do you want a demonstration?”

He’s thinking it’ll mostly be good for the child to be exposed to an example as soon as needed, and also needing to make a mental note to empty out the constantly building sleep dust in his coat fluff.

“Ah’m not really...” She trails off, trying to find a way to word her thoughts as she glares at the fading dust, mentally ordering it to stay away. “Ah don’t like epithets much but, as long as yew don’t use it on me.” Some innate need to know demanded that she try to figure out what his epithet is.

“What’s yer epithet? Ah can’t think of a word for sleep dust.” Something about him didn’t feel particularly powerful to her... but what would she know? The only other epithet users she knows are Percy and Ramsey.