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Do u enjoy your job? Do u need a cookie? Would you succ Ham for 5 dollar?
âIâll succ a mola mola or Ham (ask-the-vetâs dog) when hell freezes over. I am not succing anyone thatâs not human or human-like.â
âFor heckâs sake Iâd rather do the dirty with Nathan before Iâd do anything with a mola mola or Ham.â
âOn the other hand, I do enjoy my job as an escort and Iâd love any sort of cookies as long as they arenât poisoned.â
Ham: :(
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reblog if your muse is a decent person and loves these cakes of ambrosia
interestingly enough I donât think Adaline would - she doesnât like sweet things. Sheâd probably throw them at Nathan actually
Lena would tho, most likely
The mun is actually allergic to most food dye in intense amounts so shes not had them in forever,,,,
any art requests? Ive got a new sketchbook and a bunch of other sketching tools and am ready to experiment! so just hit me up with a name and iâll draw em up for u!!
//so yeah thats a big piece of her backstory
that was what happened to get her âhonarablyâ discharged. lemme tell you, after that she was an absolute wreck⌠the mental scars were as bad as the physical ones. it took a lotta booze and rehab to get her to the stable-ish Beth of today.
hope u guys enjoyed :)
A gunshot rang out in the chaotic night, blending in with the orchestra of other weapon noises filling this street.
Beth had been standing next to her platoon medic at one moment, but the next the doctor dropped. A small gasp left the soldierâs lipsâ she was hit. Angela was hit.
She was sprawled in the middle of the dimly lit room, breath trembling and quiet. Blood stained her medicâs uniform, blossoming out from her chest in a sick rose shape. Beth could feel her own breath catching, and she stumbled over to her fading flower, lower lip trembling. No, no, this couldnât be. Not her Angel. Not her.
Shaking hands pressed into Angelaâs wound. It wasnât good, she could tell that much by the massive amount of blood leaking around her hands. Around the pair, battle raged. Gunfire, yells of the wounded, earth shattering explosions shook the ground. Frantic yells, possibly her own, pierced the air. But she didnât care. There was only one thing that mattered here. âAngela! Oh, god, Angel, wake up! Wake up.â Bethâs voice was a hoarse whimper; her grubby hands caressed the other girlâs cheeks. Wake up, wake up.
It was nothing short of a miracle that she regained consciousness. A fluttering of eyelids, and she was there. Her bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks, she was there. âS-SalâŚâ it was a name only Angela was allowed to call her.
Beth murmered a few curses, and muttered into her commâ something about a man down, urgent backup requiredâ for a few heated seconds before responding. âAngel! Youâre alright- youâre gonna be fine, Iââ she removed a hand to wipe at her teary eyes. Her poker face had gotten rusty. âI can fix you up, good as new, just stay with me.â
â⌠Honey, donât lie to me.â Angela gave her a faint smile, quivering, red tinted hand coming up to stroke her face. As if she was the one who needed comforting. âGo. You can make it out.â
âLike hell Iâm leaving you! You canât die! We promised! Iâ we were gonna beââ happy.
They were under an ancient sycamore tree, itâs shadow the only seperation between them and the blazing sun. The grating noises of combat dissappeared, replaced with the sounds of nature. âWeâll make it out of here, yeah?â Beth had asked, hand absentmindedly twirling itself in Angelaâs curly brown hair.
âYep. Weâll make it out. And then we can do whatever we like, me and you.â
âHmm? Whatever we like?â A blissful smirk ran across the soldierâs face, and she bent over, planting a chaste kiss on Angelaâs forehead. âWeâll make it out, I promise. Me and you.â
A dreadful click echoed from behind them, something awfully familiar. A grenade. Angelaâs tired eyes changed, from a look of sadness to determination. Using the last of her waning strength, the medic curled herself around the deadly explosive, using her to absorb the blast. Beth felt herself instinctively reach out, trying to stop her, but it was too late. She had made her choice, and god knows there was no changing Angelaâs mind when she set it on something.
A final, bright smile filled her pale face as she looked upon Bethâs horrified expression. Beth would live. Giving her life was a small price to pay for that. âSee you later, Sally Johnson.â Their hands found their way together, and they simply held on to eachother, sharing a gaze that communicated more sadness, longing, and love than a thousand years of conversation could.
And everything erupted into flame.
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howâd all of you even get into my house itâs 3 am (except arthur he lives here) (and v is allowed to break in)
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hello~
So, here is a draw the squad meme thing with my waifus
This is sort of an apology for not being present lately (because of musical) and an early Valentineâs Day celebration? Sure.
L to R: Leo @tosaskthe-bg , Quinn @ask-quinn-the-unloved-mafioso , Adrian @ask-tos-townies , Beth @ask-the-vet , Lucas @salemalert , Florian @ask-tos-transporter , Dexter @ask-serial-killer , and Sarah @askconsort
Thereâs a few shitty mistakes here and there, but overall itâs one of my better art pieces, lmfao. I hope you enjoy!!!
//Geeze sry guys,,, i gotta go on another semi hiatus. Some stuffâs come up
iâll be back sometime. :)
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"Don't ya think you're a bit trigger happy there, kid?" A bored voice echoed in the silence of the plaza, makingn it's way to the vigilante's ears. "Careful. Some in this town are decent people. Don't wanna hit one of 'em." (ask-the-vet) ((if u want :) ))
Summer was startled by the sudden voice, but quickly collected heraelf and responded. âI wasnât planning on shooting anyone else for a while. I am not just murderous. I would absolutely aweful if i hurt an innocent.â ((Of course I wanna!))@ask-the-vet
âI bet ya would. Itâd be a shame, such a pretty face, lookinâ sad.â She meant it as an honest compliment, and Beth didnât notice that her words could be taken any other way.
âDid he deserve it? That Antonio guy? What if he just⌠got caught up in a rough place? Who gave you the power to decide who was innocent, missâŚ?â She purposely let her sentence trail off, prompting her to fill in the blank. Her speech was slow and careful.
âOh.. umm thank you.?â Summer shrugged. Nobody had ever really complimented, or questioned her before- well at least nobody who she wasnât contemplating as a target had ever questioned her. This was all very new territory. âI guess you might have a point? But he was a member of the mafiaâŚ.â
âMm. Guess so. Those mafia assholes, why dont they just move somewhere else? Get their own town.â She tapped her fingers on her arm in a subtle gesture of nervousness, then stuck out a hand for Summer to shake.
âNameâs Beth. Iâm not a bad gal. Promise.â
Summer smiled, and shook Bethâs hand. âIâm Summer, nice to meet you. And I have no reason to suspect you are.â She noticed the nervousness in Bethâs gesture, and qyickly apoligized. âBy the way, Iâm sorry if I make you nervous at all. Honestly, that is not my intention to most people.â
âSummer. Nice to meet you.â She gave a lopsided smile to the new face. That name would be easy to remember. Summer was her favorite season, after all.
âHm? No, itâs- uh, not you. I just get a little⌠fidgety sometimes.â She shoved her hands in her coat pockets, looking off to the side. âYou canât let your gaurd down around here, ya know?â
âYeah, Iâm beginning to realize that.â Summer let out a slight laugh and continued âSo, Beth, how long have you been in town? Also, please do tell me if I ask or say anything rude. I really wouldnât want to offend you.â
âYeah, okay.â She shrugged, taking a moment to think about her question. Summer didnât really seem like the rude type, besides the fact that she had killed that one guy.
âUh⌠Iâve been here a while. Dunno why I hang around.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Well, you must like some of people if you are still here.â She smiled and asked âSo what do you like to do?â
âYeah. S'ppose so,â she said, nodding with her words. âSome are kind. Some arenât. Itâs life.â
âUhâŚâ a slight pause. âI like stayinâ outta trouble. If that counts as a hobby.â She wasnât very good at it, but Summer didnât need to know that. âYou?â
âI like to read Sherlock Holmes and other detective stories, but besides that Iâm pretty boring. And Iâm glad to hear that there are many other nive people in town.â
"Reading, huh? That's pretty fancy. I could never stay still long enough to do anything like that."
"Many? Nah. There's one, maybe two left. That I know of, at least. Used to be more, but..." she trailed off, frown replacing the previously neutral expression she donned.
"Uh. So you're a vigilante, right? Everyone's been buzzing about you, killin' that mafia guy and all. Doubt they'd kill one of their own, so... "
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âWake up! Hey!â A hushed, hurried voice whispered in the silence.
Someone was in Evâs house. An outline of the manâ or was it a woman? There was no tellingâ could be made out in the moonlight, though it was a bit dark. There was an audible tremor in the voice. Shaking hands shook the sleeping form awake.âShit, theyâre onto me. Ya gotta help me, I donât have anywhere else to goââ it all came out in a matter of seconds, and the figure glanced behind their shoulder. What was happening?
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Beth felt a red tinge rise to her cheeks at the word âsweetheartâ, but she covered it up with another deep slurp of the warm liquid. âEv, youâre the tea god. You gotta give me the recipe, really. I could use somethinâ like this, magic or no.â
âWitches arenât all that bad, anywho. I know one whoâs one hell of a drink mixer. They just get a bad reputation.â
âSorry, canât give the recipe! Itâs a family secret! But I think I may have a few extra tea bags to spare, if you want some to take with you. Have to do some fancy things to get the magic to really work, though. But itâll still work pretty good without extra magic!â âAnd yes, witches are pretty great! My mother was one- and I was supposed to be one, but I didnât get all the lessons so now Iâm just a Retributionist. Think Iâm the only one in town, really, but for some reason people are being revived that I didnât even know were dead. Itâs odd.â
âIf itâs not too much trouble, thatâd be great.â
Then she paused. âA retributionist?â Bethâs eye moved to meet with hers for a moment, interest suddenly piqued. She knew the dead had been popping up out of their resting places lately, something no short of a miracle. She hadnât thought too much on who had done it.
ââŚyou can bring back the dead?â Her voice quivered, only slightly, but it was enough for Ev to make out how much this question mattered.
âWell, yes. But the problem is, it takes a very, very long time for me to recharge enough to be able to do it again. And Iâve already used one resurrection. You know that Daryl guy? Guess who brought him back! This girl!â She jerked her thumb at herself and grinned. âAh, but if youâre requesting I bring someone back, Iâm sorry. It takes around, eh⌠two years for it to be safe. Two days for it to be possible, two weeks for me to have a 20% chance of surviving, a whole year for 50%⌠I wonât be reviving anyone anytime soon.â
âOh.â Her face dropped, but she tried to play it off with a sip of her tea. Yeah, of course it wouldnât be that easy. Bringing back the dead⌠that was something impossibly hard to do. Couldnât be done overnight.
âWell. Wouldnât ask that of you. Bet Darylâs happy.â Beth forced a grin, set her now empty cup gently on the tabletop, and rocked back in her chair. Her visible eye glanced away from the retributionist.
âKeep me on your list though, eh? Two years isnât that long. Not really.â
â⌠did you lose someone recently? If you donât want to talk about itâs alright, but if you need to get something off your chestâŚâ âIâll be sure to keep you in mind. But⌠I hate to say it, but from what Iâve seen in this town, a lot of people are going to be dead within two years. I just pray Iâm not one of them. I have to be an anchor for the dead to come back to when I do the spell, and I canât really bring myself back, can I now?â She laughed lightly. âWould you mind telling me who? If I see a medium, I can at least ask them to check up on them.â
"Nick. He wasn't a townie, but... still close. It, uh-- it hurt when he... passed." Her voice broke, and she shook her head.
It hurt her to say things like this about Nick to other people. Badmouthing her passed childhood friend-- what kind of person was she? She desperately wanted to grab the retributionist's shoulders and demand for her to bring back her boy, her Joker, but she knew she couldn't. Evelyn was being so kind to Beth's frayed, confused self. She couldn't bring herself to betray that kindness.
"I'm selfish. You should probably help better people. You don't even know him, really."
"That would be great. I--" she paused. Beth didn't really believe in all that chatting with the dead mumbo-jumbo, but it was the thought that counted. "Thanks, hon."
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The jailor walked along the empty sidewalk, the road illuminated by only a few sparse lights up ahead. He never went down this route - It was always a bit too dark for his liking - but the situation with Dex demanded it. Going into a populated area would be risky at best and suicidal at worst. His thoughts whirling, Nathan kept onwards, until a sudden, loud noise up ahead shifted his attention outwards. Two people - barely visible in the inky darkness - farther down the sidewalk were engaged in some sort of fight, the taller of the two being bludgeoned by some sort of object. Amid the frantic yelps, he immediately recognized the voice coming from the one under attack
âBeth?â He yelled, reaching for his belt as he ran forwards.
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âIâll make it, donâ worry about me.â Her gaze was dull but determined, and she took one last look at the wiped out guy before turning on her heel. Sheâd seen him doing some pretty goddamn deplorable things. He deserved it. Right?
ââŚcan you at call an ambulance or something for him? We canât just⌠leave him there.â After saying that, she looked down at her arm, and after another wave of nausea passed through her she shook her head and tried to focus.
âGotta immobilize this too. Shit. Uh.â She spotted a long piece of cloth, and stooped to grab it before letting out a loud curse. That was painful as all hell. But hey! Worth it.
She tied the cloth around her arm as best she could, wincing occasionally, and managed to make a sling that wouldâve made her Pa proud. âRight. âm okay. She put a hand to her forehead, biting her lip. âLead the way, Private.â
Nathan shrugged and retrieved a cell phone from his pocket as he began to walk at a sluggish pace. âIf you insist. But honestly, I think he deserved what he got for being such a violent little bastard.â He held up a finger to signify he was talking, nodded and then quickly hung up. âSaid itâs coming right awa- hold on, whereâd you learn how to do that?â The jailor pointed to the sling, eyes brightening quite a bit. âIâve never been able to make a decent one of those in my life!â
âI donât wanna stoop to his level more than I have to.â She trudged forward, teetering slightly but managing to stay upright. âYa donât just⌠leave someone to die. Even if he is a violent asshole of a bastard.â
She answered his question after a moment of dazed contemplation. âWorked with injured animals a lot as a kid. Iâve to patch up otherr people too. And myself. Itâsâ uh, itâs not that hard.â She was feeling slightly more confident now that she didnât have to stare at that mess of an arm.
Nathan clapped a firm hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stop the teetering and dragged his gaze back to the road. His rambling didnât cease, however. âNot that hard? Bullshit. I went through a few years of military school and I still couldnât figure out how to tie one of those properly! Hell of a childhood you mustâve had if you learned it so early.â He puffed a breath through his nose and smiled. âWhen youâre healed up and everything, mind giving me a crash-course on it?â
âMilitary school? âŚnot a private, then,â she noted outloud, more to herself than to him. âWere you in the war too? What was your rank?â Who cared sheâd just given away her role to a half-stranger? Not her.
âI had a good childhood, I just⌠wasnât too good at staying out of trouble.â She felt the hand on her shoulder, but Beth didnât flinch away like she normally would. She didnât have the energy.
âYeah, I will, just⌠gimme a little bit.ââ She accidentally jostled her arm as she took her next step that sent a sharp bolt of pain up the limb. Her jaw clenched and she just focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
Nathan shyly touched a hand to his face, a tiny smile placing itself on his lips. âYouâre mistaken, although itâs very nice of you to think that in the first place!â He cleared his throat. âTook up a short internship and received some basic military training. Thatâs really all there was to it. Didnât make it any easier on me, of course. I still have nightmares about that damned boot camp instructor..â He gave an exaggerated shudder.
âAnd hey, getting into trouble as a kid at least means youâve got good stories to tell when youâre older!â
âOh. Sorry. This thinkerâs not as good as it used to be.â She felt herself grin, tapping an index finger lightly to her bruised forehead. âBoot campâs hell, but useful. Kept me alive, and mostly in one piece.â
She knew she needed to keep herself talking, keep focused, but it was nigh impossible to do. Passing streetlights made her head throb paired with the constant pain in her arm made her almost long for unconsciousness. It would make everything so much worse, she knew, but the temptation was there.
âWe gettinâ close?â the veteran asked in a quivering voice. She really couldnât take much more of thisâ not that sheâd ever admit to it.
"Mmhm. From what I remember, it should only be a few yards more âtil we reach the docâs.â The jailor replied.
He craned his neck forwards and squinted at the horizon, giving a nod of satisfaction once a small cluster of lights slipped into view.
It was a damn lucky coincidence that one of the town doctors just happened to live along this route in the first place. God knows what mightâve occurred if it had only been them alone on the road. Probably wouldâve had to walk back to town all by themselves, simultaneously dealing with whatever insane wildlife Salem had to offer.
Noting her struggle to keep focus, Nathan continued to ramble on in an attempt to keep the conversation engaging. âAlthough I gotta ask what shit youâve been through to actually warrant using those bogus training exercises.â
"There was a lotta shit I had to run for. If not, I had to be one hell of a shot. And I wasn't. Killing people... it wasn't my fortĂŠ, never will be." All this came out in a slow drawl, each word thought out.
"Yeah. Stamina was important, more important than a civilian would think. Those bogus exercises helped out a bunch." The word civilian; she didn't mean it as a jab, but it sort of leaked out.
She looked up, fuzzy vision barely able to make out a collection of lights in the distance. Thank god. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up. "Good. That's good. I can... I can make that." She didn't seem too confident.
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The jailor walked along the empty sidewalk, the road illuminated by only a few sparse lights up ahead. He never went down this route - It was always a bit too dark for his liking - but the situation with Dex demanded it. Going into a populated area would be risky at best and suicidal at worst. His thoughts whirling, Nathan kept onwards, until a sudden, loud noise up ahead shifted his attention outwards. Two people - barely visible in the inky darkness - farther down the sidewalk were engaged in some sort of fight, the taller of the two being bludgeoned by some sort of object. Amid the frantic yelps, he immediately recognized the voice coming from the one under attack
âBeth?â He yelled, reaching for his belt as he ran forwards.
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âIâll make it, donâ worry about me.â Her gaze was dull but determined, and she took one last look at the wiped out guy before turning on her heel. Sheâd seen him doing some pretty goddamn deplorable things. He deserved it. Right?
ââŚcan you at call an ambulance or something for him? We canât just⌠leave him there.â After saying that, she looked down at her arm, and after another wave of nausea passed through her she shook her head and tried to focus.
âGotta immobilize this too. Shit. Uh.â She spotted a long piece of cloth, and stooped to grab it before letting out a loud curse. That was painful as all hell. But hey! Worth it.
She tied the cloth around her arm as best she could, wincing occasionally, and managed to make a sling that wouldâve made her Pa proud. âRight. âm okay. She put a hand to her forehead, biting her lip. âLead the way, Private.â
Nathan shrugged and retrieved a cell phone from his pocket as he began to walk at a sluggish pace. âIf you insist. But honestly, I think he deserved what he got for being such a violent little bastard.â He held up a finger to signify he was talking, nodded and then quickly hung up. âSaid itâs coming right awa- hold on, whereâd you learn how to do that?â The jailor pointed to the sling, eyes brightening quite a bit. âIâve never been able to make a decent one of those in my life!â
âI donât wanna stoop to his level more than I have to.â She trudged forward, teetering slightly but managing to stay upright. âYa donât just⌠leave someone to die. Even if he is a violent asshole of a bastard.â
She answered his question after a moment of dazed contemplation. âWorked with injured animals a lot as a kid. Iâve to patch up otherr people too. And myself. Itâsâ uh, itâs not that hard.â She was feeling slightly more confident now that she didnât have to stare at that mess of an arm.
Nathan clapped a firm hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stop the teetering and dragged his gaze back to the road. His rambling didnât cease, however. âNot that hard? Bullshit. I went through a few years of military school and I still couldnât figure out how to tie one of those properly! Hell of a childhood you mustâve had if you learned it so early.â He puffed a breath through his nose and smiled. âWhen youâre healed up and everything, mind giving me a crash-course on it?â
âMilitary school? âŚnot a private, then,â she noted outloud, more to herself than to him. âWere you in the war too? What was your rank?â Who cared sheâd just given away her role to a half-stranger? Not her.
âI had a good childhood, I just⌠wasnât too good at staying out of trouble.â She felt the hand on her shoulder, but Beth didnât flinch away like she normally would. She didnât have the energy.
âYeah, I will, just⌠gimme a little bit.ââ She accidentally jostled her arm as she took her next step that sent a sharp bolt of pain up the limb. Her jaw clenched and she just focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
Nathan shyly touched a hand to his face, a tiny smile placing itself on his lips. "Youâre mistaken, although itâs very nice of you to think that in the first place!â He cleared his throat. âTook up a short internship and received some basic military training. Thatâs really all there was to it. Didnât make it any easier on me, of course. I still have nightmares about that damned boot camp instructor..â He gave an exaggerated shudder.
âAnd hey, getting into trouble as a kid at least means youâve got good stories to tell when youâre older!â
"Oh. Sorry. This thinker's not as good as it used to be." She felt herself grin, tapping an index finger lightly to her bruised forehead. "Boot camp's hell, but useful. Kept me alive, and mostly in one piece."
She knew she needed to keep herself talking, keep focused, but it was nigh impossible to do. Passing streetlights made her head throb paired with the constant pain in her arm made her almost long for unconsciousness. It would make everything so much worse, she knew, but the temptation was there.
"We gettin' close?" the veteran asked in a quivering voice. She really couldn't take much more of this-- not that she'd ever admit to it.
animal spirit: cat?? :0
Beth suddenly felt small. The dim room she spent most of her time in suddenly lit up as if under a spotlight. She felt light, nimble, and... had the strange urge to lick herself?The veteran, now a scruffy calico, spun on her heels-- paws, whatever they were-- to be met with a moist, snuffling nose. As he recognized her scent, Ham's tounge lolled out and he sat on his hind legs. The dog, her little boy, was now at least four times her size. What the hell?//sry for no art i'm lazy but yee! This'll last 5 asks or 2 days, whichever comes first. Idon't wanna do more than one m!a at a time so after this one's up i'll do the others ;) if u wanna interact with kitty beth send me a starter. Rps can go on for however long we want lol
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List of random M!Aâs
Note: Mun has the right to decide for how long m!a will go on.
Two in one: Muse has exact copy of themselves. Only that clone hates and wants to destroy everything that muse loves.
Because Iâm happy: Â Muse must to be extra cheerful about everything and smile no matter what happened. They will tell jokes and will be happy to talk even with their worst enemy.
Grumpy cat: Muse is super grumpy and is rude to everyone. They will spout hateful comments to everyone, whether they liked them earlier or not.
Swapping places: Mun and muse swaps places.
A Change of Heart: Muse turns into an evil version of him/herself. (If Muse is already evil, Muse turns nice.)
Code word: Muse will kiss someone whenever they hears a certain word. (anon chooses the word)
Animal spirit: Muse will turn into an animal. (anon decides what)
Fish tail: Muse grows a tail and becomes a mermaid/merman.
Medium: Muse is able to communicate with spirits of the dead beings.
Talkative: Muse will say everything they think.
Crush it all: Muse has super strength, but canât control it and ends up breaking things.
Chill: Muse is icy to the touch and canât get warm in any way.
Coffee Bean: Muse is on a caffeine high and canât seem to calm down! Itâs even gotten to the point where theyâre almost literally bouncing off the walls!
Doomed: Muse gets possessed by a demon. Â (It can be a random one or anon can specify who it is)
Secrets: Muse must tell a secret about themselves every time someone asked them a question.
Strip: Muse has the urge to strip every time someone asks them a question.
Say my name: Muse will orgasm everytime they hear their name/Nickname.
Hall Of Fame: Your Muse thinks theyâre super famous in a field of the anonâs choice. (For example: Acting, singing, science, etc.)
Wings: Muse grows wings. If muse already has wings, they will lose it.
Sloth: Muse becomes extremely lazy, they wonât get up for anything, and wonât move unless pushed or carried.
Stone face: Muse becomes emotionless.
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âWake up! Hey!â A hushed, hurried voice whispered in the silence.
Someone was in Evâs house. An outline of the manâ or was it a woman? There was no tellingâ could be made out in the moonlight, though it was a bit dark. There was an audible tremor in the voice. Shaking hands shook the sleeping form awake.âShit, theyâre onto me. Ya gotta help me, I donât have anywhere else to goââ it all came out in a matter of seconds, and the figure glanced behind their shoulder. What was happening?
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Beth felt a red tinge rise to her cheeks at the word âsweetheartâ, but she covered it up with another deep slurp of the warm liquid. âEv, youâre the tea god. You gotta give me the recipe, really. I could use somethinâ like this, magic or no.â
âWitches arenât all that bad, anywho. I know one whoâs one hell of a drink mixer. They just get a bad reputation.â
âSorry, canât give the recipe! Itâs a family secret! But I think I may have a few extra tea bags to spare, if you want some to take with you. Have to do some fancy things to get the magic to really work, though. But itâll still work pretty good without extra magic!â âAnd yes, witches are pretty great! My mother was one- and I was supposed to be one, but I didnât get all the lessons so now Iâm just a Retributionist. Think Iâm the only one in town, really, but for some reason people are being revived that I didnât even know were dead. Itâs odd.â
âIf itâs not too much trouble, thatâd be great.â
Then she paused. âA retributionist?â Bethâs eye moved to meet with hers for a moment, interest suddenly piqued. She knew the dead had been popping up out of their resting places lately, something no short of a miracle. She hadnât thought too much on who had done it.
ââŚyou can bring back the dead?â Her voice quivered, only slightly, but it was enough for Ev to make out how much this question mattered.
âWell, yes. But the problem is, it takes a very, very long time for me to recharge enough to be able to do it again. And Iâve already used one resurrection. You know that Daryl guy? Guess who brought him back! This girl!â She jerked her thumb at herself and grinned. âAh, but if youâre requesting I bring someone back, Iâm sorry. It takes around, eh⌠two years for it to be safe. Two days for it to be possible, two weeks for me to have a 20% chance of surviving, a whole year for 50%⌠I wonât be reviving anyone anytime soon.â
"Oh." Her face dropped, but she tried to play it off with a sip of her tea. Yeah, of course it wouldn't be that easy. Bringing back the dead... that was something impossibly hard to do. Couldn't be done overnight.
"Well. Wouldn't ask that of you. Bet Daryl's happy." Beth forced a grin, set her now empty cup gently on the tabletop, and rocked back in her chair. Her visible eye glanced away from the retributionist.
"Keep me on your list though, eh? Two years isn't that long. Not really."
