Muscles and Food

some various character analysis questions based off of space &&. the bodies that inhabit it. feel free to edit as you see fit.

[ MERCURY ] is your muse good at communication ? can they hold a proper conversation, or are they always finding an excuse to avoid small talk ?

[ VENUS ] how does your muse handle love ? do they believe themself to be deserving of it, and how capable are they of loving others ?

[ EARTH ] how grounded is your muse ? are they logical and straightforward, or are do they always have their head in the clouds ?

[ MARS ] when your muse gets angry, how does it show ? do they know how to control it, or do they let it consume them ?

[ JUPITER ] how does your muse see morality ? what do the words good and evil mean to them ?

[ SATURN ] is your muse all work and no play ? do they let responsibility consume them, or do they allow themselves breaks from time to time ?

[ URANUS ] can your muse handle change ? do they accept it with open arms, or will they try anything they can to make sure things say the same ?

[ NEPTUNE ] does your muse dream frequently ? if they do, what kind of dreams (or nightmares) do they have ?

[ PLUTO ] what is your muse's relationship with individuality ? do they feel that they need permission to be themself ?

[ CERES ] does your muse take care of themself ? do they neglect their needs to put others first ?

[ PALLAS ] how perceptive is your muse ? can they pick up on things other people don't ?

A pair of red crowned cranes (Grus japonensis) perform a courtship dance in Hokkaido, Japan

“Yes,” she looks over her shoulder at him. I felt it too. Someone is following us. Get ready…”

She'd noticed that they'd been followed for a while, at first Mei had thought it was just a coincidence. After all, it's a holiday in town. It's only to be expected that some people would take the same route as them. But these hooded people are clearly following them.

Mei gave her a discreet sign to follow her into the alley. If there's going to be a fight, it might as well be away from the onlookers and the guard. She has no desire to hurt anyone.

What the man said didn't add anything particularly interesting. Mei let out a long sigh before releasing him. He didn't have time to react or say anything else, so Mei punched him out with a single blow.

"Well," she crouched down next to him. "I have a feeling we're dealing with a bunch of amateurs. I suggest we tie them up and take them back to the garrison. We'll learn more there. What do you think, Gin?"

She waited for her answer while rummaging in her bag for a rope. She always carried a rope with her, mainly to tie up her prey.

They didn't need gold in the garrison.

She was turning over a crudely made copper insignia in her hands as Mei spoke, trying to figure out what the symbol was. A quick shrug was given, standing and flipping the coin-like trinket between her fingers as she nodded in agreement with the Pandaren woman. "Aye, prob'ly th'bes' place fer 'em, ah s'pose. Go' 'nough rope fer all three? Shadows can 'elp, too."

"I always have rope," she gave him a little wink, and said, "a lot of rope. Way too much rope, you wonder what she did with it. You never know when you'll need it."

Mei cut it evenly with a hunting dagger, handing pieces to Gin so she could tie them up as well.

"I can ask some of my relatives; I wouldn't be surprised if some people knew about this symbol." She threw a more forceful stab in return. "Even if it's recent. We can't be careless; a gang war wouldn't be good."

For when you’re feeling equally naughty and nice!

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ANON IS ON!

"Oh, it's you." Soren raises his head in his direction and gives him a soft little smile. "I didn't expect to see you, I hope your perfume shop is doing well."

From the window of his shop, he could see that his perfumery was gaining in popularity day by day. Soren is happy for him, he thinks that Leven fully deserves this success.

So to see him here, it surprises him a little. He must be overflowing with work. For his part, this is somewhat the case. Soren has to make engagement rings.

( @grueviolette)

He had been wondering, meaning to visit. He had finally made his way to Sorens shop. Once he enters, closing the door he took in the sights. A homey feeling here. Seeing he had gained the man's attention a smile tugged at the right corner of his lips, slowly giving a toothy smile."It has, I'm sure some was your doing. I figured it was time to pay you a visit." He remembers well, that Soren was going to tell others of his shop. He was happy he had.

He steps closer, scanning the man's work, taking in the nature and draenei culture makes, gloves hands softly trace the counter, then making his way to be to the side of Soren, glancing over his work." You seem busy yourself, remember to take breaks for yourself." This was a reminder to himself as well, he always pushed himself far without eating at times. Leven would always make some time for those around him. He remembers well to make face and check in on the people around him these days.

He's not wrong. He should take advantage of his visit to take a short break; he can resume later. Soren removes his protective glasses and gloves.

"Can I offer you coffee, tea, or juice with cookies?" He moves to the front of the counter to greet him more properly. "You can tour the place, just avoid going through the red door."

The place is rather small, but Soren knows how to use the space at his disposal. His workshop, for example, is behind the main glass counter.

The glass counter is where Soren displays his finest pieces. He truly possesses a certain talent; some of the jewelry he's created is simple yet elegant. While others are complex and somewhat flashy, the rest of his work is displayed in other counters and drawers.

He would happily look around, taking In how Soren had his placements, the shop may have seemed small for such a tall man, but it was very well put together. He would slightly bow in place taking a gander at the display case before him, a hand wondered to his chin as he ponders in thought.

A piece seemed to have caught his eye, a emerald piece. A small hum escaped, as he looked through the display case, stepping to the left some, he was entranced." Very good craftsmanship Soren. I can tell you love your work."

It was nice to see the fine edges seemed to be etched with precision, though he couldn't see up close, the details on the outside only told the tails of passion. He stood upright and adjusted his green vest he casually wears when out and about." You haven't been swamped have you?"

The compliments he offers him don't leave him indifferent. Soren always has a bit of trouble taking compliments in particular. Which makes him blush ever so slightly, wagging his tail a little faster.

"No, I only have one order for this month." He invites him to sit on the sofa by the large window, placing the tea tray on a small table in front of it. "Engagement rings may seem small. But they're important pieces for my clients. And you, I saw that your shop is being stormed at the moment. I'm happy for you, you deserve it."

Soren notices that one of his pieces has caught his attention. A pretty ring with a small emerald stone. It's a discreet and elegant piece of jewelry, perfect for someone who doesn't want to attract too much attention.

"Do you want it?" he asks.

"I know the clients will love it. It may seem small to others, but the love is there, etched in stone." He took a seat on the sofa and took up the cup, barely touching his lips he looked to the glass display."I would like to purchase." Now that he had visited the man's shop and got a better look on his work, he would have to inform his family for sure. Clearly wishing to support.

" Swamped, luckily I have able bodied people to run it." The compliment of the man would not go in noticed." You deserve such as well. With how you work your passion should not go in noticed. I will be informing my family of your establishment. Now that I got to see your craftsmanship personally."With this he took a sip of the tea, it was good. He had been craving some really.

"Buy? Of course," he says awkwardly. "What would you like? A bracelet? A necklace? A tiara? A hairpin? Something else? Is it for yourself? Perhaps for a lady who makes your heart skip a beat? Family? A friend?"

As usual when asked about a purchase or an order, Soren begins listing the types of jewelry, but who is the purchase for? He hasn't heard that Leven wants to introduce his shop to his family.

"And the material, do you have a preference? Are you allergic to certain types of materials?" He continues.

How good are your OC's table manners? Are they confident eating and drinking in sophisticated company, or are they paralysed by self-consciousness? Are table manners something they even think of as being important? How well would they adjust to different cultural mores around table manners?

How successful would your OC be at surviving in the wilderness for any significant length of time?

To what degree is your OC's judgement impacted by the attractiveness of the person with whom they are dealing? Are they easily flattered or flustered by a pretty face? Or are they immune to such distractions when it comes to decision-making?

How organised is your OC? Do they keep everything labelled? Do they arrange books in alphabetical order? Meticulously manage their food stores or kitchen? Or do they exist in a state of constant chaos?

Has your OC ever smashed or broken something in frustration? Are they perhaps easily thrown into a rage by uncooperative technology, or angered by the symbols of an organisation they despise? How did they feel afterwards?

How would your OC occupy themselves if snowed in or trapped by a storm? Would they secretly enjoy the experience? Or would they feel hemmed in or restless?

Does your OC collect any sort of art or crafted items? Perhaps paintings by a particular artist or sculptures on a certain theme? Do they dream of one day filling their home with rich tapestries or a fortune in delicate porcelain?

If called upon to fight or respond with force to the unwelcome activities of another, how would your OC usually go about this? Would they throw themselves into the fray? Pick off enemies at a distance? Or dispatch an admirer or underling to take care of the situation on their behalf?

Is your OC an early bird or a night owl? Are they happier burning the midnight oil and then sleeping in long after sunrise? Or are they usually tucked up by late evening, ready to rise and do something productive at dawn? How do they feel about people whose body clocks are different to their own in this regard?

What is the most surprisingly sensitive part of your OC's body? Is it particularly ticklish? An unexpected erogenous zone? Or perhaps a wound that never truly recovered after an injury? How do they respond to it being touched?