multimuse

The raven haired man made a noise of irritation almost close to a growl as he paced back and forth in front of the door to the abyss. He hated approaching the core, especially now that it had fused itself with one of the Alices. That Alice had never really liked him and it didn’t seem possible to speak to the core without Alice being there anymore.

Nonetheless, he had to speak to the core of the abyss. There was a strange insurgence lately of illegal contractors and only the core would know why that is. Oswald supposed that all he could do was hope that she was in a good mood today. 

Junichiro Tanizaki

Atsushi Nakajima (especially beast! Verse)

Karma (a verse where he lives and follows Fyodor maybe?)

Michizo Tachihara

The kunai in her hand wavered slightly as Hisae processed the other’s words. She was trembling a bit, eyes wide with a white knuckled grip on her weapon. Anyone could see that she was scared, and anyone with enough proper training could see that she clearly wasn’t experienced with the weapon she was wielding. Her grip and stance were all most laughably wrong. 

He listened to the man’s words, humming to himself. 

Well, that was as much he was going to get from the other man, though he couldn’t help but click his tongue. Intentions mattered very much to the shinigami, because intentions were always where things went wrong; in his experience. All the same, it seemed that Undertaker wasn’t going to get anymore information, and as such gave a small bow. 

“Not entirely, m’lord. Each life is precious, and I for one would dearly wish for you to survive it. Being consumed by one’s desire to change the past is a dangerou~s path to take.” He had walked it many, many times. It wasn’t a path he would wish on anyone. 

“But as it is your wish to preserve the world, I shall endeavour to help you to the best of my abilities. What is your next question?”

He’s slightly surprised by the other’s response, mainly the statement of hoping that he survives. Somehow the undertaker hadn’t struck him as the type to value life that way, and the specific mention of himself made his skin prickle. It was the closest thing to a kindness that he’d received from someone outside of the Baskervilles since the tragedy, and it’s uncomfortable in how unusual it is. 

“It sounds like you speak from experience on the matter.” The raven responded after a moment. The statement is gently prying, but not quite a question. Oswald doesn’t want to waste the free questions he’s getting and, as much as he wants to know, he’s hesitant to get too personal with the other man. Personal questions often lead to a certain air of familiarity and he wasn’t sure if he was capable of something like that. If the other offered up his stories, that was fine. But Oswald wasn’t certain he was prepared to ask for them. At least not yet.

“Father has been well and in good health,how about Mother is she doing well?”It’s been awhile since she last saw their mother,so she didn’t know what to make of it thought it was nice that both her and Morgan can meet like this.She would have love to see their mother and catch up with everything she missed during her life and she knew Morgan wanted to see him but with him being busy with everything in the kingdom but knowing their father he wanted to see him too.But it would have been awkward for him so for now it would have to be just them though it would be nice to have the family together.”Thank you Morgan  I can’t wait to catch up with you on everything,just right after I rest and have dinner later.”

“Mom...”

Morgan hesitated for a moment, wondering what he should say to that. Surely, Lucina wouldn’t approve of Mom becoming Grima’s vessel. Truth be told, even Morgan was hesitant about it. But, he’d never been one to go against his mother. 

“Mom is doing well. Working hard and keeping busy.” 

He waved his hand dismissively, not going much farther into that than he had. They’d have time to talk about that later. Maybe. For now he just wanted to get her settled in and comfortable. 

“This one is yours. I can have someone bring you dinner, or you can join us in the dinning hall if you’d prefer.” 

Ah, there it was. Azazel was curiously observing the ears that popped up, giving them a reason to stick around for just a bit. She certainly seemed to be peculiar. It was the combination of traits that really confused the hulder, tilting their head to the side. They would approach, ask to touch where it not for how close she was to the fire. “ Those are some awfully cute ears and pretty wings… Why is it you hide these? Ah, it is not too rude to ask of you what it is you are, is it? ” Leaning away, they would idly comb through their hair. “ Working you say… Curious. I would’ve thought you would’ve prepare more for the trip… Crossing these mountains are rather tedious, good weather or not. ”

Looking off into the distance, they looked thoughtful. They had detected a presence here a bit back, hadn’t they? They pondered a bit whether or not to mention it, but considering how miserable this girl looked… Well, they could be generous for a bit. She had done little to disrespect the environment. “ I suppose the man you speak of is someone I noticed prior… There are not too many travelers that pass by anymore. ” Not that they knew much, they had been hibernating for so long. So many things happened after a few years.

She was, thankfully, almost dry. But the feathers always took the longest time it seemed. One wing stretched out, and each feather shaken and adjusted, before moving on to the next one. The compliment only caused Luna to flush, focusing further on her work drying. No one besides her brothers had ever told her that she was cute before. 

“I don’t move through mountains much, and usually I am all I need. I thermal regulate better than most and I am suited for the outdoors. This storm just caught me off guard. I don’t do well when wet. “

After she finished her dutiful grooming, she shifted her eyes back towards the other. She still wasn’t quite sure what they were, but considering their asking about her maybe they were on equal footing right now. She supposed a conversation wouldn’t hurt. Maybe then she could ask about them.

“I’m... a mutant. I was engineered in a lab to have the features that I do. I’m... efficient. But I work closely with humans and live near them. So they sometimes freak out when they see my... extra parts. So, I hide them.” 

She nodded decisively, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Hopefully the other hadn’t caught on to her insecurities, though with how she faltered when she spoke that was probably a lost cause. But, nothing she didn’t have to deal with before. And the news on her mark made her perk up fast.

   Though Ryou had learned time and time again that distraction could prove a costly mistake when travelling through the shadows, it still kept happening. Less, admittedly, than before, but it hadn’t stopped happening.

This trip drained him far more than others, and Ryou hadn’t the energy to catch himself, instead crashing to the ground as soon as he left the shadows.

And someone saw. Great. That was embarrassing.

  “’m…” fine, Ryou was going to say, but trying to get up only proved how absolutely drained he was. It was only a moment before he slammed back down to the ground, the world fading to black.

That went...terribly if he was being honest. The shinobi ran a hand over his ponytail, letting a small sigh escape from him. Well, it wouldn’t be right to just leave the other here. He might as well bring him back to camp. 

He hauled the other’s body up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The stranger was about his same height, but somehow much lighter. He didn’t have the muscle tone of a shinobi, that was certain.