Unedited Muses

A multifandom, multimuse blog! Open to all fandoms and players! Current M!A: None.

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Ask Hina is now open~!

Come one, come all! Need advice? Love life in the dumps? Want to talk about those dark secrets? Send a letter in to the fantastic Ms. Hina!

Terms and conditions apply. By sending in messages you agree to have them published in “That’s Life”, names withheld of course. Please see the above ask box to submit your letters.

A repost to say this is open again! Ask your questions, get your advice!

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Finally!

I finally got this account back! That was a mess and a half. Hello everyone, back to the Rp I guess? Did I have anything going? Did anyone want to get something going?

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Hell yeah, got back everything I was hoping to get back before the hard drive died! I’m back in business!

And a welcome to my new follower! I hope you enjoy your dose of Ms. Hina!

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Finally back from magfest....but one of my drives is failing, and it had all my images on it. Trying to work on it, but for not, no images in replies I guess.

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“Oh, Oh my.” Lady Hina is a bit flustered. “I didn’t expect so many people to like ‘That’s Life‘...”

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"Dear Miss Hina: I have ordered my servants to write written this letter to you in search of your advice. How do I obtain a stable and eternal Inazuma but that does not trample upon the ambitions and dreams of the people?"

Signed: Eternally Searching

Dear Searching,

The best way to obtain a stable Inazuma is to create an ever adapting Inazuma. Were this the archon herself, I would tell her that she needs to stop hunting people down for their visions, and bring these men and women with gifts together to build a better future. Sincerely,

Lady Hina.

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Ask Hina is now open~!

Come one, come all! Need advice? Love life in the dumps? Want to talk about those dark secrets? Send a letter in to the fantastic Ms. Hina!

Terms and conditions apply. By sending in messages you agree to have them published in “That’s life”, names withheld of course. Please see the above ask box to submit your letters.

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Gonna add another muse here, cause why not? Next one is gonna be fluffy. Ms. Hina Go!

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“Yeah, we’re not sure why she did or her motivation. She sent us into a death trap in Lungmen, she knew we couldn’t take the city like we did Chernobog.” The Yeti turned and radioed the crossbowmen that still had command of the streets outside.

Motioning for them and their new friend to follow them outside. In the distance were the shouts and screams of the L.G.D. fighting Mephisto’s Herd. Meanwhile they get a call over the radio that Faust is dead and his men have captured Mephisto, taking him back to Chernobog, and Nine had cleared a path for any Infected to escape to the wastes outside the nomadic city.

“Hurry this way!” Gregor shouted before suddenly disappearing when a black shadow fell upon him. It was one of the Black Raincoats. Wiping the blood from his swords, the masked assassin turned to the other Infected. Giving them a chance to run before rushing in to take down two more Yetis. One of the Rioters threw his stolen flashbangs at the Raincoat and grabbed Flak, pushing him to run with the others.

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The man was in no position to argue as he was urged to head out into the street, taking a small breath to relax as he braced himself mentally for whatever was going to happen to them outside. The call of Faust’s death gave him a pang of pain in his chest, but he had to bury the emotions for later. There wasn’t time to mourn if they wanted to live. “G-Get off him!” The Ursian roared, pulling his machete with one hand and snapping the wrist of the other. He didn’t get a chance to fire before he was pushed away by the rioter, barely able to cover his eyes as the flashbang took out his hearing. Through the ringing, he stared back for only a moment, seeing the end of another of the squad he had joined up with, before running as fast as he could. He blind fired the cannon in his arm, flinging it behind him and willing the arts required to throw the projectile into the primer.

The canister would leave his prosthetic with a quite thump, arcing through the air just above the fight and bursting in a spray of shrapnel and smoke. This close to the ground, a blast like this would be fairly close to a grenade, with smoke and shrapnel that would stop anyone from pursuing, at least for a fraction of a moment. It was all he could do to keep himself moving.

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Gregor offered Flak his hand. His face hidden beneath the hood of his parka completely but his chin and teeth still showing in the shadow. One of the other Yetis was holding a piece of black originium ice, using Frost Arts to seal the windows and door of the building entrance.

“Take my hand friend. We have escape route through maintenance tunnels into city drainage.” Meaning the tunnels where all of a mobile city’s non-recyclable waste is dumped into the Terra Wastes. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it’s better than being torn to pieces by the Herd or running into the Black Raincoats.

“Gregor, we lost contact with Petrov.” Nikolai spoke up, coming to check on Flak’s physical condition carefully. “Easy now friend. This whole thing has gone to shit. We were betrayed by Talulah, left to die because of our loyalty to the Movement was in the way of whatever it is she has goals for.”

“Hey you don’t know that!” The unnamed Yeti barked back. “Sister Yelena will-”

“FrostNova is dead.” Gregor silenced the two of them as he pulled Flak to his feet. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small metal charm, it was cracked in two. The other Yetis did the same, and their charms were also damaged the same way.

“These represented our sister’s life. I’m…” He turns to Flak. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Some elite squad we are right comrade? We need to get everyone we can out of here, including you. Yelena would want us to save as many. It’s what Patriot would want, she would say.” But where could they go? The exit path was planned, but from there where was there?

Maybe that landship, that brought the Rhodes Island people. Maybe they could help.

Once the moments of tension had passed, and the man was able to force reason back into his decision-making process, he gently shifted his arm back into place and flexed the gloved fingers, each one moving a far too stiffly to be natural. Once it was back in place, he took the Yeti’s hand and let them help him up off the floor, his natural hand stopping halfway into getting his mask back into place.

Physically, he was only lightly wounded, with some rips in his clothing and a spot of blood on the dirty white cloth that had served as the uniform of Reunion. However, his neck showed the telltale sign of someone decently late into their infection, with a paw print like the growth of crystals. 

“T-talilah betrayed us?” He asked, looking down to his gloved hands, free of blood for the most part. The joys of being an anti-drone fighter. “I...If she told Mephesto to unleash those...beasts...”

“Y-Yeah...uh...” he stumbled on his words, trying to think through the events that had happened in the recent days. Seeing the broken charms helped bring him back to reality, solidifying the decision he needed to make. “Let’s go. We have to get out of here.” He said after a silent moment, putting the mask into place entirely. He still needed it for a little longer.

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I...wha....

Tumblr why? I was enjoying that rp, and you don’t alert me for A MONTH that there was a reply?!

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reblog if you want anons

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Another short, cause I was bored.

A continuation of the last one, the “I am not the Doctor” story. I call this one “Not the same.” As always, content warnings include: Blood, death, injury.

I took a deep breath, feeling the burn of the air slipping past a split lip and into a bruised chest. Apparently, my captor took offense to that and gave me another bruise to add to the collection on my chest. The coughing yelp of trying to keep the air in my lungs was neither flattering nor particularly brave. Still, it did stop the blows of a moment, just long enough for another breath and a glare.

"Huh, the intel must have been off. Never thought a scrawny doctor would be able to survive so many hits." The Sarkaz said, face concealed behind the reflective mask he wore. "What kind of man are you anyway? Hiding under that coat and sending others to die for you… Sitting in this fancy little base, watching from above like some god." He grabbed the back of my head through my hood and forced me to meet what I assumed were his eyes. "Couldn't stop me, though. Almost like you let me walk through all those operators of yours." He laughed, a deep and rough sound, almost like he had swallowed a pair of whetstones.

I mumbled something and turned my head as best I could, spitting blood down onto the floor. While poetic, spitting it into his face or onto his coast would likely just earn me another beating, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to take more than one or two more. It didn't make him any happier, though, as he yanked my head back to look at him as soon as the bloody glob cleared the collar of my coat.

"What was that?" The merc asked, shaking me roughly enough that I could feel something sloshing in my head. I hoped it wasn't anything vital as I smiled at him, bloody teeth making the gesture rather gruesome.

I stalled with silence as long as I could, waiting for a moment that never seemed to arrive.

Three beeps from my earpiece told me it was time to stop playing around.

"I did. I let you walk through everyone." I said, with sudden confidence that almost startled the merc. It was a little disappointing to see no reaction behind the mask he wore, but the bloody grin reflected in it would stick with me for a long time.

Or until he threw me across the room, hard enough to crack the glass of the high rise that had been the overwatch point of the operation below. It hurt like a bitch, but it put me right where I wanted to be, so I couldn't complain too much.

Ok, I could have complained a lot, but it wouldn't have done much, and I needed the air in my lungs more than anything else. "Don't tell me that was what finally did you in. I was looking forward to tossing you down for the rest of them to see." The merc laughed as he spoke, walking over the broken pieces of a desk he had shattered in the first beating he had given me.

"Let's see if I can still get a good splat…." He said, picking me up by the shoulder, having to shift and adjust to pick up what he thought was my limp body, only to lift up a long raincoat. The confusion lasted long enough that he didn't notice the scalpel slip across his neck until it had cut clean through it.

A gurgle came from the mercenary's now open throat before he fell over, the coat flung off to another side of the room in his scramble to close the wound in his neck. I might not have been a doctor, but I knew it was a futile gesture. So I left the merc to die as I grabbed my coat, slipping it back on and stuffing my hands into the pockets to dump the pointy bits and bobs I had taken from the other room around my own. Passing into the hall, I was greeted by the recovery team, their weapons at the ready.

"You done taking risks?" The leader, a blonde with a lollipop in one hand and a Warhammer in the other, asked. She seemed disinterested, but her eyes carefully scanned the other end of the hall for anything amiss.

"Got what I needed. Let's go." I said, adjusting the coat again, shoving my hands back into the pockets, and walking through the empty hall they had come from.

"Dayum. Didn't know the Doc knew how to fight." A Lupo said, brushing her silver hair out of her face as she looked into the room I had just left. "Made a mess, but that guy's stone-cold dead."

"Huh, I heard he couldn't fight worth a damn. You think he's been training?" A third member, a crimson-haired angel, asked, peeking around the corner.

"If he did, It makes our job easier. Let's go." The leader said, turning around and walking to catch up with me.

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I am not the doctor.

Wrote this a while ago, and re-found it just recently. Thought you all would enjoy it.

In this world, there are a few fundamental truths one must accept in order to live a happy life. As I washed my freshly shaved face and looked into the mirror, I was reminded of one I had been keeping in the back of my mind since the day I was woken up in the middle of a riot.

I’m not the doctor.

The words rang hollow in my skull as I looked into my reflection’s eyes, trying to find some truth that evaded me for the months since I had stared death in the face and lost the only person I trusted my lie to. The thought broke the eye contact I had made, and I gave up trying to find it again, pulling my towel from the rack to wipe the remains of my shower away.

I took the time to slowly towel myself off, checking every inch of my skin for anything unusual, as had become a habit since I walked into Rhodes Island for the first time. Checking myself for any signs of infection, my mind wandered to the battles I had commanded, the people I was leading. Each and everyone that I lied to with each passing moment that I wore the mask. I thought about the comments they had made to me, calling me kinder, more caring than I had been before.

If only it had been me before.

They said it was amnesia, but that would mean I had to have forgotten. I remember who and what I was, and it isn’t want anyone is telling me. Who they tell me I was isn’t even close to what they tell me. I was a courier before I was put into that pod, not a doctor.

But I can’t bring myself to tell them. Not when I see the look on their faces, not when I look into their eyes. I see their resolve, the passion that drives them to fight, to keep their ‘doctor’ safe, and I’m not strong enough to tell them I’ve been lying since the day they met me.

I wish I were strong enough before men had died for me. Before Chernobog fell to the Calamity, and I had to watch a man I respected, the only man I trusted, face an inferno to give us time to escape. To give me time to get the people I lied to for days out of danger.

I never got to say thank you. I never got to say how much it meant to me that he would keep my secret. I never got to tell him the whole truth.

Tears formed as I remembered what he told me when I tried.

“Kid, I knew the doctor long before this mess. You’re not who any of us wanted...but you are what we needed. These folks wanted a doctor, and they got a leader. So put the mask back on, and get some sleep. We need to lead them out of here in the morning.”

Picking up the helmet, I took a moment to press a few buttons on the inside, letting the altered reality software start-up, loading as it connected to the neural network, connecting to the implants I had to read my vitals and displaying them on the helmet’s monitor like visor.

The alerts were immediate, filling the screen with messages and information that I would need for the day. I sighed and put the helmet on fully, closing my eyes for a moment while I adjusted the fit.

When it was on, I navigated through the messages and data, absorbing what I could, what I needed, and letting the rest fall away. Then, when the screen was clear, I scrolled through the history, finding the little white lie I was trying to turn into one of the truths.

Rhodes Island is my home.

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Frozen Flak

“Bro, I got something.” One of the Yetis, the last of the squad with some other random rioters and junkers they managed to evacuate with from the slums.

Another one stepped up to listen to the radio chatter. He recognized the voice at least, a fellow Ursus like them. “Sounds like they need help.”

“What about us Gregor? These things are trying to eat my face off.” The Yeti shouts back while trying to push back the Herd walkers before freezing its legs off with his Frost Arts.

“Then you’ll finally be as handsome as you claim Nikolai.” Gregor jeered at his brother. “Come, we find our wayward friend and help get them out of here.”

Time passed, things deteriorated further and further. The Yeti Squadron had all but perished, their sister was dead. Gregor and Nikolai were all that’s left, escorting some Lungmen citizens they took under their protection away from those possessed corpses and the Black Raincoats. Eventually stumbling into the building where the last radio transmission had come from coincidentally.

“Anyone here?” Nikolai’s thick accent echoed out in the room. “We mean you no harm, we have unarmed civilians here and we’re trying to get them to safety. We do not care what happens to us, but please do not harm them.”

“Is someone there? Under the table.” Gregor pointed out. Pair of junkmen levied their hammers and pipes, but their expressions were that of desperation and fear, not the hate-filled rioters Reunion has usually presented themselves.

The voice brought both terror and hope to the young man’s heart. He had passed out once again, once the tears had forced him to remove his mask and curled up into a ball at the horrors he had seen. Adrenaline pushed him from blearily aware to awake in an instant.

It took only a moment for him to slide the mask back into place, the tears that had pooled long dried by the time they got there. ‘Life or death...it’s time to choose.’ The bear thought to himself, a hand shifting slightly to pull his sleeve away from the poorly made prosthetic that replaced his right arm. With an almost inaudible click, he had armed the Arts cannon that made up the bulk of the frame of his arm, and started to pull himself up from the floor, accidentally knocking the table over.

Were this his plan, it would have been a pretty good distraction to get the drop on them...however, it was not nearly as effective when the table startled himself as badly as it might of them. This, in turn, lead him to spin and aim the flak cannon at the table and yelp in a most...unflattering way.

“S-Stay back! I have enough Arts control to bla-” His bravado left him as soon as he was able to see who he was talking to. “Y-Yetis?” He asked, hope welling inside him. Had they come for him?

In the moment of peace after his final question, all the young man could hear was the heartbeat in his ears, each beat making him keenly aware of how long the silence hung between the men. Were they actually here to help him, or where they hear to clean up anyone left behind? What was that about civilians?

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Summer Roleplay Meme

🧺 Our muses go on a summer picnic

🌊 Our muses go swimming at a pool or beach

⛱️ Our muses build sandcastles together

🏄 Our muses go surfing

⛺ Our muses go camping 

🚙 Our muses go on a road trip

🎡 Our muses go to a carnival or amusement park

💦 Our muses go to a waterpark 

🍨 Our muses go get ice cream

⛰️ Our muses go hiking 

🎥 Our muses have an outdoor movie night

🔫 Our muses have a water balloon/water gun fight