A Little Bird Told Me...

Cyclops: Does your muse immerse them self in a single task?

Vivian does. When she is drawing or tattooing someone, she tends to immerse herself in that task. She finds that immersing herself in a task can be rather relaxing. 

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

Siren: Does your muse often act in revenge?

It honestly depends. Vivian definitely can act on revenge if it is something that she considers to be a big deal. If it is a small, petty thing then she will usually shrug it off. So, based on how big she finds the transgression to be.  However, revenge is always sweet. <3

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

Vivian isn’t very open. I think the first secret would be if she is feeling anything other than good or fine, you won’t know it unless you are super close. She keeps that to her chest. Like, she might tell you she is tired. However, she will never tell you how much something is affecting her. Vivian would rather die. Second, if you aren’t a member of her coven or Markus, then you most likely don’t know about her dad. She is not open about where she comes from. Vivian will tell you she was adopted at 16, but she won’t tell you much about her life in America aside from being a partier as a kid. It takes a whole lot of trust for her to open up about being the unwanted kid pretty much and the fact that her father chose to become a genasi to bring back her sister and mother. It gave her like BIG abandonment and trust issues. 

Wendigo: What makes your muse gluttonous? 

Whoever told you that is probably a liar and also named Markus. No. I don’t plan to become a genasi ever. 

Wraith: How does your muse connect to the afterlife?

Troll: Does your muse have a collection?

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

Diligence. Vivian is an extremely hardworking person and will push herself harder than anyone. This was something that developed in her character after she ranaway from home. She felt that she owed it to the Vidalis family to clean up her act and be worth something. Right now, her focus is on growing her own power and also becoming a good leader as she realizes that @dianaxvidalis has expectations for her along with her mother’s expectations and she wouldn’t want to fail either of them. 

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Vivian has not witnessed someone else’s death. The closest that she came was barely missing the scene of the car crash that involved her mother and her sister. It was something that her father always blamed her for and said it should be been her as it was a drunk driver and that night, Vivian came home drunk. 

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

Alcohol tends to losen her inhibitions as with most people. However, what makes her lose 100% control would be someone questioning her abilities. Vivian will do anything in her power to prove someone wrong if they are looking down on her or find her to be weak. 

Elf: Does your muse value appearance?

A half-smirk crept up Wes’ face as he heard the woman’s request. Water wasn’t too much of a surprise if he was going, to be honest. Normally something a friend requested for another that was far too gone or even an order between the next round. “Water eh? taking a break or are you the friend that has to stay sober?” Reach up above himself. Wesley gripped one of the clean cups and flipped it right side up as he brought it back down. Fill it with the pitcher that contained ice water, he let a few of the cubs land into the glass as he poured it and placed it on the bar in front of her. “Thanks, it’s not too much of a surprise if I’m going, to be honest. Quite a few people were trying to get today off. We had a small pool betting who was going to call out or say they were going to be late.”

Atlas was glad that Viv hadn’t learned firsthand the knowledge that she’d come by, it was fortunate for her. Most unfortunate. “Well, Francisco, he’s a firefighter. So, maybe stay away from him.” The witch warned, he wasn’t going to pull an Elias and not tell his friend about the imminent danger that existed around the incubus. “What else do you know about them?” Atlas found himself asking, so far he had a name, but even Gabriel didn’t seem to know much beyond that. 

“Stay away from Francisco. Noted.” Vivian replied though there was a bit of obvious sympathy in her gaze as she was looking at Atlas. “And no, I don’t much else aside from what we’ve talked about. My first hand experience has been more with gensai than anything else.” The fire witch admitted to. She hated that it was what she dealt the most with, but that was her history that she wasn’t going to delve too much in to. 

“Next favorite thing? What’s the first?” How on earth he’d become stuck venturing game booths with the petite woman was beyond him, but it was Pride and friends could be made in the oddest of places here. “And where, pray tell, are you planning to put that bear? Not in your room I hope.” She appeared old enough to at least drink, so a bit beyond the age where stuffed animals in the bedroom were deemed acceptable. At least in his opinion. “There’s a balloon popping one down the block if you want to try and test that luck. Why don’t these festivals ever have blackjack or something you can win money at?”

“First favorite thing? I suppose tattoos. It would make sense for a tatto artist, wouldn’t it?” She replied with a gentle shrug of her shoulders. In all fairness, she was using hyperbole when she was talking about the bear earlier. “Hm. I haven’t decided what I’ll do with it yet. It’s cute, so I am enjoying it while I have it here.” Viv smiled at his suggestion. “Balloon popping could be fun. I’m down for that... And I think it is because there are certain laws and regulations on gambling.”

What the fuck was in the water with these damn Vidalis witches? Why couldn’t he just get a day where one of them wasn’t trying to apologize for what they had done? He was at least thankful that she understood, but he wanted to just be mad at them. Them and every other witch that took advantage of the fact that werewolves had been made to answer their every beck and call. Alarick still wanted to figure out a way for that to not be the case, but it wasn’t right now. So, for the time being, he had to deal with these witches apologizing while also doing exactly what they apologized for. “Get to know each other better?” He had to say it out loud to see if he was actually hearing her correctly. “Now?” There had been plenty of other times to do so. He let out a sigh as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around his waist. “Sure. I didn’t have a choice in the matter so I don’t think you even need to thank me for that.”

“Yes, I think it would be nice to know you more than just the beta of Argos Pack. I’m sure there is a lot more to you than that like there is more than me being Anastasia Vidalis’ daughter and a member of the Coven of Delphi. I get that now is after a lot has happened and I understand if you don’t want to, but I just thought it could be nice.” She shrugged her shoulders. Vivian could only imagine the resentment that she would have for someone that used her like the werewolves got used... If he hated her just because of what she is and her coven, she would understand. “It’s complicated I want to both thank you and apologize to you profusely. I know that without you and your pack we wouldn’t have been able to. However, I want things to change. I want werewolves to be able to have a choice. I don’t think it is right and I want you to be aware that I don’t think it is. I know I might seem young and people write that off as naïve, but I want to find a better way. A way that werewolves aren’t getting summoned at all.”

   “Oh, trust me, if I ever have kids there will be no candy rules. It’s a bad idea. It actually meant I ended up eating myself into sugar highs whenever I was allowed to stay at friends’ places or got my hands on candy in another way.” Now he had other priorities, but a cupboard full of sugary treats for whenever he craved them anyway. When the shots arrived, he lifted his up and held it to hers. “Cheers.” Bringing the shot glass up to his lips, he downed it in one go, making a face the moment it ran down his throat. “Wow. You weren’t lying.”

   No one had to ask Leonidas twice if he wanted to play a game. Anything that involved fun, and possibly tricking others, was on the list of his favorite hobbies. The game booths at this pride festival were actually quite fun, even if the bear in her hands looked like something that would give him nightmares. “Cute look for a partner,” he stated with a nod towards the bear, an amused smirk appearing on his lips. “You don’t have to ask me that twice. What do you want to do? Throw something? Guess something? Hit a hammer?”

Ophelia smiles, accepts the water bottle gladly. The camaraderie between women in a social setting is one thing that’s endured over the century, and she’s glad for it. “Thank you, that’s very kind. I confess I’m still mostly new to these types of celebrations. But I can’t wait to see the parade. If the festivity of the city is anything to go by, I’m sure it will be lovely.” Never one to pass up the opportunity to gather more information, she turns to the woman and conversationally says, “Have you been here long, then?”