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Send “Match Maker” so mun will state which muse they think would make a potential interesting interaction with yours. If the sender is also a multimuse please send your muse as well if possible. [ Accepting! ] / @johnny-writes

@electrograin | continued from ❀

       “thank you…i-i promise i won’t overstay my welcome.” 

      artemis trailed off, hands slipping around the mug, basking in it’s warmth. the stranger seemed nice and as calm as she managed to be on the outside? inside, she was screaming. there weren’t any red flags going off but still…she didn’t know the woman and had only accepted the offer out of convenience.       losing track of time was her specialty. originally leaving the house in the horrid weather just to grab her mother’s medication and some extra snacks for the house yet somehow she stood stranded at the bus station  — the inclement weather being reason enough for the bus not running any longer. sighing, she hesitantly sipped at the beverage she was offered.       “ah  - is there any way i can repay you for this?”  of course, she’d struggle with her words at a time like this. being a burden was never something she took lightly and getting helped by others? no, no, no. it was always the other way around. however…it felt nice…so why? why was she so upset?  biting her lip, she looked inside of her drink. eyes narrowed as she observed the hints of caramel that decorated the bottom and sides. 

    “Of course not, please don’t worry about repaying for this. I’m just happy you’re out of that awful weather.”  The raven haired woman shook her head at the thought being repaid. She wouldn’t feel right asking for anything right for helping another, at least not for something like this. As she hoped if she was stuck in the same situation; stranded in awful weather like this, that someone would help her as would too. Merely satisfied with the peace of mind that she was able to be helpful to someone else. 

   Granted, knowing Tempeste she probably would ask the same thing as well and probably even act similar as well. Her normally awkward and insecure personality being overshadowed by her generous and friendly nature at the moment. Observing the other woman for a moment, wondering to herself is she had something on her mind.

   “Like I said, feel free to stay until it lets up outside--If you d-don’t mind asking, why you out in there in that snow?” 

                  ❛   me   neither,   ❜        he   replies,   sipping   his   coffee.     christmas   has   never   been   special   to   him,   save   for   the   couple   of   hours   he   gets   to   spend   being   a   normal   person   whilst   he   has   dinner   with   and   gives   a   gift   to   his   father.     research,   on   the   other   hand,   sounds   promising   to   him.        ❛   what’re   you   studying,   exactly?   ❜

    “Well, for the moment my studies are concentrating on various internationally spread community rituals.” Her home sector from the planet she’s originally from which know Earth’s rituals to some extent. She highly doubt this interest was from wish of participation though, most likely they simply wish to be self aware in case they decide to make colonies here.

“Your cooperation is appreciated.” Syn turns back to the man who feebly cradles his broken arm, white shards of bone jutting out where it was nearly severed. He yelps at her icy gaze, big beads of sweat rolling down his face as he scoots back.

One second, and she’s right beside him, the heel of her boot set against the back of his neck.

“W-Wait, don’t–” His tone is pleading, bordering on imploring – does he think that she’s going to just let him walk away? Not a chance. She punts the spot between his neck and spine. With just an ounce of her strength the bones are easily crushed; the force of impact and sudden loss of consciousness makes him flop forward, his forehead clicking against the floor. A puffy red welt marks the spot where her little kick hit.

The mercenary turns to Zeki after getting a grip on her lifeless target.

“I crushed the point where his neck and skull conjoin. Less messy that way.” She pauses, then says, “And thanks again for letting me kill him. Small job, this guy. I was not expecting him to mask his scent so efficiently, which allowed him to enter your building.” A glance around, then an affirmative nod – mostly to herself. Nothing was broken or stolen during the altercation, thankfully. "Hybrids are tricky ones like that, y’know. You can never be too sure what they’ll do or what they’re fully capable of until you push ‘em into a corner.”

   Despite all that just happened before her eyes, she seemed disinterested in what was going on. The only thing that kept her attention was the dark haired mercenary and her movements. Quietly pleased that how little of a mess was left in the aftermath. Once attention was turned to her, the Baxteark finally set her feet back on the ground, only a soft click of the heels of her shoes could be heard.

   She wasn’t so educated about the beings of this planet or what they could be capable of at the moment. Which is why she must educate herself more, in case something else sneak their way past her security once again. Though it wasn’t present on her face, she couldn’t help but embarrassed due to the possibility of this now dead target being dangerous to those she’s meant to protect. 

  When she first found him wandering around the premise she was unsure of how to take him. He was injured and look relatively pitiful, knowing her younger sister’s compassion to care for others she felt some guilt if she tossed him out without seeing about his injuries. However, it was informed he was a target all of those thoughts vanished completely.

    “Thank you, for both not causing harm to my base and informing me of his kind. I’ll have to tighten security of my premises more than expected.” Always the polite, formal in situations like this.  “Please wait a moment, I know you will rewarded for your work either way but I wish to give something.” When she thinks of the possible dangerous her project members, which consisted of most of family could have been she felt as a personal reward as necessary. Digging in her utility belt until she took out a valuable blue gem.

❤ — @electrograin / liked for a one-liner

“I hate to bother you, miss, but.  .  . can I borrow some of that?” Someone as pale as himself should have known better than to forget sunscreen, but he had been a little too eager to swim that evening.

I really felt bad for Lei over the years of being dumped from the muse roster, though most would not know of him anyway and those that maybe did remember him he wasn’t probably too memorable because I barely used him.

I been reworking him to actually be a mage in my Storybook characters for a long while now, being one of the few that is self aware that their world is fictional and the Dark Lord is trying to fuck up everything. He travels with his best friend Malala, a sage and bunch of other losers at times but usually he’s with Malala or by himself.

He’s still a dragon though just not a deity.

His friend, Malala is also a dragon but her people are more cat-like despite being legit dragons. She’s very bubbly, energetic, and optimistic (also I love and gotta protect, she’s my precious daughter).  

Ask Box Christmas Giving [ Selectively Accepting! ] / @thx-memorabilia

I decided to make you a couple of icons, I hope you like them! One of them is based around Alice and the other is based around Niki!

    Figures, that a little bit of eye contact would be a invitation to come over and try to start unwarranted conversation; maybe even try to spit some game. When he felt her arm link around his and gives that cutesy, little smiles of hers, he knew what time it was. Play boyfriend time, which he won’t complain about. He’ll get some boba tea out of this, so he’s all for the ride.

    “Well, a dispatch should be coming at some point.”

  The woman silently groaned to herself as she opened her bag to take her phone to check on her time before putting it back inside. She didn’t have time for this, all she wanted to visit a particular bookstore in this shopping center before going home and studying her lines for a show she had next week.

     “E-Excuse me! We’re not too late for the parent and child painting class are we?” 

    The woman was seemed like a mess as soon as she walked inside of the craft shop. Holding her child’s hand as she looked around with a worried, frantic expression. She was rushing to try to attending this class since she found out about her one day by a local babysitter that was seeing after her little Sam the other day

   “All of those poems yesterday inspire me to make my own poem, but it was super hard and then I ate a doughnut.Then after I ate it, I got poem from that.”

   As per usual her thoughts seemed as if they were all over the place, going from failing to think up a poem to doughnuts. However, this time it seemed to tie to together somehow. Before showing the other a box of doughnuts, offering it to her with a bright smile on her face.