Hey, demons!

- multi-muse - - 18+ mun - - semi-selective - - mountain time -

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Laylah isn’t too pleased with the scene playing out before her. The poor girl in front of her has been doing her very best to order her iced coffee and all without any proper assistance or aid from the cashier. It’s a real shame to see the woman behind the counter doing the bare minimum. Releasing somewhat of an exasperated sigh, she removes herself from her spot in the line (not before reassuring the customers behind her of course that she isn’t cutting ahead but merely going to offer her assistance to the situation) and makes her way to the front. “She would like an iced coffee. She’s made it very clear--” The guardian angel speaks firmly before flashing a soft smile in the direction of the girl, “Now, I can write a detailed letter of complaints to your superior regarding your store’s lack of accessibility or you can give this girl her drink for free as an apology for making her wait as long as you have. It’s a disgrace” 

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Nathaniel’s database begins to search for a single word that accurately describes them their behavior. He’s dealt with his fair share of difficult clients in the past but no one as...what’s the word? Ah, yes. Irritating. “Your calculation is incorrect and fallacious. However, I have been recently informed that it is considered offensive to mock an individual based on their horrendous math skills so I’ll just pretend that you said something equally funny” He breaks out into a temporary laugh before sitting himself up in the bed, putting a tad bit of space between them as he stretches out his arms. “Hmmm...that’s a shame. I was going to show you something interesting in return” He offers them a nonchalant shrug, amused and vaguely entertained by them. “With breakfast off the table, I don’t really have much motivation to stick around. Do you mind calling a taxi for me while I get ready or is that beneath you as well?”

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Reverse starter call. Like this post and I’ll reply to one or a handful of your starters.

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open plots; phaeus

- Like ships in the night [M / F / NB ] Phaeus and your muse met at a house party a year ago and he’s been randomly (once every couple of months) crashing on their couch ever since. He never comes empty handed; he’ll usually restock their groceries or leave a couple hundred dollar bills on the counter before he disappears again. They’re friendly with each other. They might share a meal together from time to time or marathon a bad television series together once in awhile but their friendship is mainly transactional. No strings or expectations.

-Tell me something i don't know [ M / F / NB ] Your muse is a reporter/journalist in need of an elusive. They decide to befriend him with the intention of releasing exploitative articles regarding the death of his wife and daughter and/or his retirement.

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plot: x (open to older/female muses as well)

song: dancing in the moonlight - toploader

Valentina loves the soirées that her fiancee holds for his colleagues. She spent the entire week preparing for this night; selecting flowers from her garden to use in the decor, reviewing the guest list and working alongside the kitchen staff in order to accurately serve them their favorite meals and hand sewn a brand new dress for herself to match the occasion. However, at a certain point it all just becomes a little too overwhelming for her software and she must pull away from the bright lights and the seemingly endless introductions.

Hiding away in one of the less populated rooms, she stands in front of a large painting with a glass of white wine in hand. It’s a beautiful piece that showcases a man and a woman slow dancing in the rain. She loved to dance more than anything in the world. Her fiancee was a lot less enthusiastic about it. He considered it a waste of time, leaving her to live vicariously through the artwork she collected.

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[You just moved in next door and you’re clearly new to the country but I’m totally happy to take you under my wing and show you all the cool stuff in the area.]

9:30 AM - Laylah could be described as the world’s stupidest smart person. She was intelligent, had an incredible knack for studying and memorization skills that verged on being flawless. However! She had ONE major issue that drove her classmates and teachers alike up the wall in frustration. And that is her inability to distinguish what a typical person would consider valuable knowledge from complete and absolute useless information. Example: She could easily identify and name all 626 experiments from the ‘Lilo & Stitch’ franchise in less than five minutes.But ask her to do something of actual importance like read a city map or use a bus pass and you’re screwed. Well, in this particular situation she was the one getting screwed by her own incompetence.

It’s her first official morning on Earth and she’s already at somewhat of a loss. She had moved in the night before and immediately crashed out due to the time difference. The correct term in the human-verse is ‘jet lagged’  BUT! She’s gotten enough rest and is ready to take this new world by storm! Or so she thought. She filled a massive journal with all the places she wanted to see and things that she wanted to do. Her messenger bag is packed with all her traveling essentials and she has a trusty map in hand. There was just ONE problem! She can’t read it to save her life. Which lead her to current situation; requesting aid from the person who lived in the apartment next to hers.

”Hi! My name is Laylah and I just moved in...” She offers them what she deems a respectful and proper greeting when they open their door. “I’m not from around here and I was wondering if you know how to get to the Grévin museum?” She breaks out into a somewhat embarrassed smile as she holds her map up for them to see. “I have this but we don’t seem to be getting along very well”

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Phaeus has never been good with expressing himself. He wasn’t socialized properly as a child and it shows in almost every interaction that he has. And for a long time it wasn’t something that bothered him. His grandmother had raised him with the mentality that a person should live and die by themselves. That he didn’t need anyone else in his life. It wasn’t until after her death that he realized that she just didn’t want anyone else getting close to his bank account. Sure, it wasn’t the most pleasant realization but she had still raised him when his father hadn’t.

Still, his upbringing had left him extremely emotionally stunted and it effected his marriage and the relationship that he had with his child. That’s what bothered him. He wondered whether his wife died knowing that he truly did love her. That he’d always be grateful for her patience and that he regretted every argument they had, big or small.

He’s brought back to reality with the sound of a stranger’s voice. He can’t tell if the current state of her makeup has more to do with her crying or the bad weather but somehow in a small way she reminds him of himself. Perhaps, at some point all grievers began to resemble one and another. 

“I can’t leave until I’ve said goodbye but I don’t know how. I thought the rain might help but it’s actually really distracting...Thank you for the offer though. I’d offer you a handkerchief in return but the one that I have is completely soaked”

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open to: m / f / nb

connection: the drunk driver that killed his wife and daughter that’s feeling remorseful /  a friend or relative of his wife / someone that was his friend before he cut everyone off / etc

song: human - rag'n'bone man  

The weather forecast has been predicting heavy rain for almost a week. Yet somehow he still manages to forget to bring an umbrella. He hasn’t gone outside in awhile and he stopped answering his cellphone a long time ago. Not that it stopped his estranged father from messaging him to ask for money or his former manager from bombarding his voice mail with pleas to reconsider his retirement. However, he can’t stay disconnected from the rest of the world forever. It just wasn’t sustainable. He has to make a change or there’s a chance he might just find himself completely consumed by his grief and lead down a path with no return.

Phaeus kneels down in front of the gravestones of his deceased wife and daughter, holding a bouquet of damp carnations. He’s been there a little more than half an hour and he’s already soaked to the bone. He can’t bring himself to leave. Not until he’s said his final goodbye. He has to let them go; put an end to the endless couch hopping, reckless sex and overall unhealthy lifestyle that he’s been living since their death.

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open to: m/f/nb (gangsters/mobsters/bartenders/drug dealers/etc)

plot: nathaniel is a year old giftia that belongs to a retired police chief. he has been programmed to work undercover as a prostitute in order to acquire information for cases and busts. your muse is his latest target.

Nathaniel releases somewhat of a pained groan, The morning sunshine is beginning to shine through the window of their hotel room and beat down on the one side of his face. It’s a little too rough on his software. Slipping further down in the blanket, he buries his face in the naked chest of his companion for some brief relief. He doesn’t know much about them apart from what he had read in the file that he had gotten from the chief. It wasn’t a lot to go on but it was enough for him to fill in the blanks in order to get them to spend the night with him. He had learned awhile back that humans were easy to manipulate with sex. “Hey” He whispers against their skin before giving them a gentle nip in attempt to wake them up. “I heard a rumor that they’re serving complementary breakfast in the lobby. You should head down there and bring me back a bagel with cream cheese. You know...as a reward for my five star performance last night”  He’s really craving cream cheese and it would give him the opportunity to riffle through their stuff. Some might call that a double win situation. “Please..”

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plot: x

muse: azumi ‘angel’ takahashi / twenty-one / prostitute

song: tonight (best you’ve ever had) - john legend

9:45 PM / Angel stands with her back against the door of the hotel room. She’s got her hands in the front pockets of her jacket as she stares off in their direction, sizing them up. Her usual clientele doesn’t typically request her services until much later in the night, so she figures this must be their first time doing something like this. Not that she’s complaining about it, her siblings are waiting on her to bring back dinner. The sooner the session starts, the quicker she can get back home. “Good evening, my name is Angel and I’ll be in your care for the night” She flashes them a smile as she steps away from the door and towards the bed that they’re sitting on. “Please let me know if you have any specific requests. I’ll do anything----except masturbate with your Sailor Moon figures. I’ve already done that once this week and I plan on never doing it again. Alright, I’m lying. I’d probably do it for an extra $1,000″

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NAME: Zhero ‘0′ Night

AGE: 24

SPECIES: Human

ABILITY: Time Traveling (Limited)

BIRTH-DATE: Unknown

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

LIKE(S):  Documentaries / Hunting / Competition / Alcohol / Education / Vinyls

DISLIKE(S): Politics / Racism / Planes / Lightning / Fireworks / Pickles

[x] VERSE: We’ll never be those kids again / In the year [2049] the president is brutally murdered on national television and a new hierarchy is established. Higher class citizens are housed in sophisticated and prim neighborhoods that are guarded and gated around the world. Whilst everyone else is forced to survive in overpopulated and waste-filled prison type towns with no option to leave. Lower classes citizens are picked off the street and subjected to unethical human experimentation. Zhero is co-leading a small group of rebels and in order to prevent their current timeline from ever happening, travel back to [2019]. He must successful assassinate a list of [100] individuals whose deaths/sacrifices will drastically effect the timeline.

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NAME: Laylah Young

AGE: Unknown

SPECIES: Guardian Angel / Human

BIRTH-DATE: July 9th

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

RELIGION: Christianity 

LIKE(S): Instagram / Flowers / Tea / Celebrities / Singing / Chocolate

DISLIKE(S): Violence / Thunder / Alcohol /  Bugs / Negativity / Dolls

- Exempt from death in her true form. She looses this power in human form or in a human body.

- She cannot be harmed or experience any discomfort in her true form. She looses this power in human form.

- She can manifest and retract their wings at will in her human form. No earthly weapon can harm her wings, allowing them to serve as shields.

- She can speak all languages and understand a select few animals.

[x] VERSE :Good morning, Baltimore! / Laylah has been assigned the task of completing 876000 hours of field work on Earth in order to graduate. Individuals who interact with her will lose all memories related to her after 365 days. She has been a equipped with additional abilities in order to exorcise demons and better protect humanity.

[x] VERSE: Looks like we've got another mystery on our hands / Laylah is a member of an amateur crime solving group called ‘Mystery Inc’. She is the unofficial leader and main consultant of the supernatural department. Due to a series of unfortunate events, she was stripped of her powers and mortalized as punishment.