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Anon shook her head. “Not everyone. My sister, a few others. Haven’t seen any others from my world.” She replied with a sad look but at his suggestion she nodded. “Yes I think I have but alot of time has past for me to go out and try.” She glanced at him.

Cloud nodded. That sounded about right. For all the friends he had who were still here, so many others were gone. he hoped they were well, back home. Most of them probably were, but…

“We may have encountered each other. Who knows. They say it is possible for two strangers to cross paths one time or another.” She sipped her drink. “One year here and a few days back. Then they returned me and it has been less then half a year. I had no desire to live here again but it seems your in for life.” She looked annoyed.“ Anyway Cloud I can guess your return to Hive has gone well. As for me..I have yet to run into old and familiar faces.”

They probably had seen each other once or twice before, then. Evidently she didn’t remember any better than he did, so there clearly hadn’t been very much to it. Might as well get to know each other now, Cloud supposed. Better late than never.

She nodded. “Yes. I have been here in Hive City for almost two years. The people let me go briefly before sucking me back in. At the time I was here with my sister Kanon.” Anon sipped her drink. “My name is Anon.” The humanoid android extended her hand to Cloud for a handshake. “I live with a friend now. My first home was Sector 6..” Anon smiled a bit politely. “May I enquire the same of you? How long have you been in this hellish prison..” Not that it was but in her experiences she had been through alot…“

Two years, huh? Yeah, that was more or less right. Cloud shook her hand, thinking it over. He couldn’t be sure of the months, but that was close enough, it seemed likely.

“Good to meet you, then, Anon. I think we’ve seen each other around before, though.”

Her sister’s name sparked a little bit of interest, too. He’d met somebody named Kanon before - but that had been a man, not somebody’s sister. Though that Kanon had had a sister of his own, Shannon. Interesting set of names, there. Shannon and Kanon; Kanon and Anon. 

Probably just a coincidence.

Anon had volunteered to sing at the bar for some pocket change. Still out of a job which was a far cry from the last time she was here. She had quickly adjusted to singing for the crowds. “Arrigato!” Anon bowed as she finished the last verses. It had been a honor to sing in her native language after so long. Luckily the bar patrons loved her as they cheered.

Feeling parched she made her way to the bar itself flagging the bartender down before she realized she had no money. She told the guy to not mind but he said today the drinks were on the house as a few patrons had payed some money. Surprised she accepted the glass of red wine.

Out of the corner of her eye she happened to catch a glimpse of Cloud. Had they met? “Ano.. have we met..” She addressed him. It was a longshot but the man was a bit familiar…

At least Cloud didn’t have to wait very long for the song to finish, and for the lady to make her way it the bar, a seat away from him. He might’ve paid for her drink, but it seemed he wasn’t the only person in the room who liked her music; he didn’t even get the chance to make the offer.

Evidently he had caught her attention, in turn. He had a habit of doing that, all things considered. Up close, yes… she definitely seemed familiar. He couldn’t place her name, though, Perhaps they’d only ever seen each other around, without actually meeting.

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

In Hive City, it was important to keep your edge sharp. An attack could potentially occur at any time, from any direction. Anyone you didn’t know (and maybe a few you did) could potentially be a danger. He’d even been paranoid enough to thoroughly inspect both his swords and his bike when he’d come back, just to be on the safe side.

But you could only be so paranoid for so long. A mindset like that got pretty exhausting after a while, and it wore down the mind in its own way. Besides, even he had to admit that while anything in the City might kill him, the odds of something making an effort on any given day were relatively low.

In other words, he had to learn to relax a little more often. He couldn’t stay like this forever. All that effort to stay on his toes, 24/7, would ultimately only backfire on him.

Even so, he hadn’t intended to end up in a karaoke bar. That was accidental.

He certainly couldn’t complain about the singing, though. The blonde on stage was definitely too good of a signer to be doing karoake. She ought to be making her own music, not signing somebody else’s. 

Anon had volenteered to sing at the bar for some pocket change. Still out of a job which was a farcry from the last time she was here. She had quickly adjusted to singing for the crowds. "Arrigato!" Anon bowed as she finished the last verses. It had been a honor to sing in her native language after so long. Luckily the bar patrons loved her as they cheered.

Feeling parched she made her way to the bar itself flagging the bartender down before she realized she had no money. She told the guy to not mind but he said today the drinks were on the house as a few patrons had payed some money. Surprised she accepted the glass of red wine.

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours… (or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)

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FLUFFY/FRIENDLY 🍭 – stroking their hair 🖐 – high fiving them 🤝 – holding their hand 👄– kissing them on their [place of choice] 👐 – hugging them 💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails  🤧 – comforting them when crying 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 💃 – dancing with them 👗 – adjusting their clothes 👒 – brushing their hair

{ Might add more later. Enjoy for now! }

Requested by Anonymous

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