MusesOlympus

Presence felt when feet touched the sand since the moment the stranger arrived made him aware of his presence, and through his devil fruit follow his movements. Any pirate would’ve been taken care of, but sensing only one person signified a lone wolf, perhaps a traveller. He decided not to waste his time while paperwork was to be done and his deeds of a hero carried out, so he ignored the traveller for a few hours until he was finished, following him subconsciously throughout the desert country. 

Inhuman, the aura of this individual was strange upon arrival, reminding of dreads of war and having it walk in the embodiment of a person. It got him interested to say the least, but also wary. There were all kinds of people in the world, and while emotions could be felt to a degree and aura’s deciphered, this one just left a sour taste in mouth. And soon enough, was in his establishment. 

Normal behaviour, no incidents - he followed from den den cameras, a raven haired tan male he’d easily say was a local if not for registration in his hotel. He was almost ready to leave him be, until the man decided to focus on his pets. Dispersing into sand and reforming near him, he walked towards him until they weren’t more than a meter apart, a glare sent towards the other.

“ I’d recommend stepping back away from them, they’re also trained to kill on command. ” It was his intention to come of as irritated, a certain edge given to his cutting words to show displeasure. One hand was in the pocket of his pants while the other one with the hook gestured, eyes searching for any sudden movements that would make him act. “ What brings you to Alabasta? You seem to know your way around the desert, but you also seem like someone with a certain goal in mind. Card games or challenging your luck doesn’t seem to interest you, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. What is it that you’re after? ”

A smile tugged at his lips, the similarities between two individuals unmistakable. Whether the man in front of him knew it, or had any connection to Alabasta himself, he did remind him of a certain god - Seth. The wary attitude, the storm of a character, control over the desert sand, the creeping anger, and of course violence brewing in golden irises. If he hadn’t known better he would’ve mistook him for the Alabastan god.

Hand retreated, indulging the man before him as he slowly rose, his composure confident and above all, serene. Unusual for someone associated with destruction and war, yet he would argue those intimately familiar with chaos were those truly capable of overruling it. “ Once a voyage is done, the only thing left is to return home. Mine, as you can conclude, is for the time being finished. ” He motioned towards the grand casino, eyes scanning each and every detail before he spoke. “ My home used to be in this same spot once. ”

His focus returned on casino’s owner, watching for his reactions. Would they end up amusing him or would they stir up his own emotions on the matter, he wondered. “ I must say the architecture is lacking. Not speaking only of the casino, Alabastan architecture has downgraded in general. I’m not against progress and modern takes, which I assume yours is, but the grandeur the kingdom once had is lost. ” He mused aloud quietly, nostalgia faintly gripping onto his heart. “ Or maybe I’m just getting old. ”

“I already wondered what was going on.”

Voice low and cold, betraying no emotion as he sat on the throne, eye remaining on the “visitor” in front of him. One hand propping his chin up as the other rested on the seat, fingers tapping with an impatient rhythm.

“Why are you here?”

Cautious calculative stare met the lenses, realisation that the king before him was the embodiment of power. It made sense why someone like his father would follow him, yet the young mind would never understand where the earnest devotion came from, or why.

Streets roamed in search of a place to stay over, a place that was once his home, a base until he would end up leaving to another destination at later date. Establishment under the name of Rain Dinners and a golden bananawani right in the spot where his temple once was. Amused silence struck, the architecture of the building being nothing but cheap imitation of the ones that made Alabasta so known, yet simple charm in expressing the attitude and values of the owner.

A young face at the reception took his details and offered keys to the room, a shower followed to soothe the skin before being dressed up and walking outside again to explore the resort before finding out what had become of Rainbase, what a silly name to refer to the historic town.

A spa he knew he ought to visit, pools he would indulge in, sports and recreation, all intriguing in their own. Steps lead in order to cross the bridge, until focus was stolen by the creature swimming below. Change of direction, walk on the edge of the river before crouching and extending of hand to see if lions and reptiles could get along. One bananawani approached, contact was made, a genuine smile as result. Steps behind echoed, and Cairo observed the man in coat. Expensive rings, golden earring, golden hook, without the doubt - the owner.

“ You have nice pets, obedient. You trained them yourself? ”

Casually, the same way you love to breathe

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

They would have ended up injuring themselves, Mika is definitely sure of it. The other one’s kicks and punches are powerful, expert, and precise. All of them are focused on his most sensitive areas, and Mika really had a hard time protecting himself from the incredible speed, but also his stamina of this man. Surely, he is someone he should be careful with, yet he expects to meet him in a real fight one day. Perhaps to have a revenge on this first encounter? They settled for only a training after all, it wouldn’t have be fair to change the terms when Mika only wants to know the other one better ; a low-blow would have been insulting.  

“You’re alright!” Mika genuinely smiles with all his teeth, solar as always, despite the soreness of his muscles. He’ll have to stretch for a moment after that encounter, he already feels the pain crawling through his bones. He abandons his leg, immediately wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Yeah, I’m fine a draw. I guess it was just a starter.” 

He imitates his opponent as he walks back to the benches, sapphire eyes curious now that he had a glimpse of the potential violence of this man. He’s built, every of his muscles beautifully outlined, but what he wants to see could be a hint ; hidden scars, to understand better who he is. Silent for a while, Mika eventually grabs his flask of fresh water as well, his throat desperately dry. 

He sits on the wooden bench to catch his breath back, ignoring the drops of sweat rolling down his bare torso, as he begins to loosen the crimson bandage around his fingers. “I see.” Mika comments while he offers him a satisfied and somehow friendly grin. “You’ve learnt in the best school then. Streets is more than helpful, they know the deal with real combats.” 

He pauses for a second, as he tosses the bandages on the ground, massaging his left palm with his thumb. “I’m not that different. I’ve always been living in the south part of the town, so fighting was more common than playing football there.” He looks back at Tatsu, an idea blooming in his head, as a visible smirk grows on his lips, the fire of a challenge gleaming in his ocean eyes. “A dojo is all about rules and respect. But you know… there are some places where this,” his finger points at the both of them, “could end differently than a draw.” 

Just a starter? While Tatsu wouldn’t mind another round later, it was important for his body to cool off and rest. He worked night shifts, as those were assigned to him, and being tired or even slightly unfocused on the job was impermissible. He didn’t know what the other did for a living, but he doubted their shifts were the same.

A sigh left his lips as the water slowly dripped down his face and soaked his T-shirt, as always hiding the golden dragon on his back. It wasn’t supposed to be seen anyway. Not because of shame or regret, but because Tatsu, like many others, believed that true beauty is in that which is hidden. Fireflies could only be seen at night because their beauty was only visible at night. It shouldn’t be a surprise he was was drawn to darkness like anyone else. It was human nature after all.

He couldn’t help but glance at his face when the other responded, at that smile which seemed genuine but fake at the same time. Tatsu didn’t like it, knowing that most people hid vile intentions behind a smile.

“ I’ve learnt to survive in the streets, my lessons didn’t only revolve around fighting. Everyone knows how to kick and punch, you don’t need special training for that. Martial arts however, are always learnt from a Master. ” He listened when Mika continued, paying attention to the words he decided on and letting him finish with his idea. Oh?

“ I still don’t think a hoodlum taught you Muay Thai. ” They might’ve been exposed to the streets but Tatsu highly doubted they were in same environment. Their stories were different, but knowing that the guy was raised in a such neighbourhood only increased his suspicion of that smile of his.

“ If it was an actual battlefield, then yes. However, I have no particular interest in fighting you outside a dojo. I don’t go around hurting civilians for childish reasons. ” Unlike you, he mused before he grabbed a towel to dry his hair.

It was at that point decided, he didn’t like this grinning guy. Muay Thai was a dangerous martial art, a deadly one. Powerful kicks, powerful punches, defense, it was a combative art. He did seem like he took that art to perfection to the maximum of his current abilities and knowledge and would keep improving as he grew older. It posed a question as to why someone would take it so far if there were no intentions to actually use it. His proposal was barbaric, and if he thought him to be a type to go behind the first corner to pummel someone until they couldn’t stand up, then he thought wrong.

@abrupturn​​ said: ( for tatsu again from zion >:3c ) "we're running into each other quite often , aren't we ? people will start to talk..."

Grey eyes focused on the thief once again, his presence a reminder that he had actually gotten away the first time they met. Quite quick on his feet and with great stamina, as much as it irritated him he was able to escape Tatsu found the chase thrilling. Chasing after Zion was similar to hunting, that primal entertainment from old days still present in the veins of people, hidden behind layers of morality and politeness.

Tatsu’s shift hadn’t started yet, it was long time til nightfall. If anything, their encounter could be considered civilian, a former yakuza and an active thief meeting under strange circumstances. Unless it wasn’t a circumstance at all.

“ We’re either running into each other, or you’re tailing me. ” There was no anger in his voice, it was a mere possibility stated as a fact. Perhaps Zion thought of it as fun, or perhaps he wanted to see how far he could push Tatsu’s patience. It didn’t matter, he would catch him eventually.

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ?

Seventh Level of Hell

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assassins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischief in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment.  The stench here is overpowering.  This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit.  At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches.  In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests.  Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies.  Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe.  Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.

What he thought to be a friendly match begins to turn into something oddly different, at least, the way Tatsu is moving only proves his seriousness. Mika isn’t someone who takes it easy when it comes to his favorite martial art, but he doesn’t want to engage a too serious fight in order to prevent unwelcome bruises or broken bones he wouldn’t be able to properly patch up. Because indeed, in this country, if he ever get injured, he doesn’t have the best insurance to take care of his medical fees, hence his powerful punches and kicks ; he won’t spend the night at the Emergencies, he doesn’t have the money. 

He doesn’t want to back off, nor even to be careful with his kicks, but somehow he also knows that he’s pushing the limits, and probably Tatsu is driven by something more than dangerous right now. So Mika shifts on his weight, using his weaker foot to increase his speed, his body perfectly following the new pace. He prefers to elude the various attacks rather than directly answering to them, using his fists and forearms to defend his torso, before swinging on his legs to give a bunch of powerful kicks, all of them targeting the most sensitive places ; ribs, thighs, ankles, belly… 

He notices also the change of martial art, different from his Kung Fu’s technics. If Mika wasn’t that attentive, he would have probably fall into his trap. Jumping backwards, he eventually catches the other one’s leg when he throws another of his powerful kick. 

“Hey, easy there.” He says while he swipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep fighting like this.” 

And me as well, he keeps for himself. He pats his thigh, a warm smile growing on his lips while he eventually loosens his grip to free his leg. 

“You won this round.” Mika nods and turns around to catch his towel on the tatami mat. “Where did you learn to fight like this? You have a very… violent style.” He wonders what could his job, now. 

At one point the idea of a sparring match left Tatsu’s head, and ferociousness took charge in what he suddenly considered a real battle, a real fight. It wasn’t anymore Mika he was seeing in front of him, it was yakuza from Shingitokaze-kai that had killed his partner, the man he had been chasing for years to no avail. It was a job done by a small fry by an order or someone above him. The chain in command was always hard to follow and once the trail died, it was over.

He had never really gotten over it, could never truly come to terms with the idea of never finishing a case so important. It was never his case in the first place, but he made it his, secretly trying to dig up anything relevant.

And his opponent truly was a professional, truly a skilled fighter. But when focused as he was he knew he could take him down, he knew the other wasn’t giving his hundred percent and he would expose that to the maximum. Tatsu had blocked his kicks, protected the sensitive areas and fought back with vigour, never backing down and pushing himself, and Mika, further.

Until Mika stopped his kick.

His voice was enough to bring Tatsu out of his trance, to make him realise that the man before him was just a sparring partner. Someone he had no grudge against. It took him a moment to register words, his reply coming after a silence. “ Sorry, I took it too far. ” Had that been anyone but Mika, that could’ve ended badly.

When he feels the easing of the strong hold, Tatsu lowers his leg, nodding at the retreating fighter, panting after the session they had. “ We’ll call it a draw. There was no winner here. ” And the situation they stopped would’ve been unpleasant had it been a real fight. Mika would be in a position to break his leg if he wanted to.

Why do I have to be here.

Complaining wouldn’t do any good but since it was inside his head, no one would reprimand him for it. Scoffing, Oscuro sighed, sitting down on a bench. Word had traveled that a shifty individual had entered Rapuio territory and as such, Oscuro had been given the mission to go gather information. The downside of Oscuro constantly turning down assassinations was that now he had become the person to send around running like a headless chicken, with no room for objection or arguing.

A voice he did not recognize pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked up, a rather tall guy standing in front of him, face shape unlike those of the locals around here.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear English in these parts, but those were usually tourists, this guy didn’t appear to be one… Though looks could be deceiving.

“No it’s okay, go ahead,” he gave a small gesture towards the bench, though it quickly downed upon him that the stranger probably expected a conversation?

Please don’t let that be the case. Another mental sigh.

Nodding in appreciation, Tatsu sat down next to the young man, a sigh leaving his lips. He didn’t talk to him, he was focusing on his own thoughts and situation. Unexplored country, unexplored town, a criminal in hiding who was familiar with the place and a lost inspector after him. Situation truly wasn’t good.

He had to access the situation better, think the way his target was thinking and slowly unravel the story. The organization he’s working for won’t let him take officers to them, that’s first. Second, the hiding place is the one he had never been before. Third, a small rural place with as little interaction with others as possible. Fourth, he’ll be either backed up or taken out by affiliates to secure the organization.

That was to put it all in the lightest situation possible. There were more layers to everything, Tatsu was sure of it, but for now he would take small steps. Thinking of small steps...

Tatsu glanced at the young man, perhaps he would be of use. Young people were sharp in the first place and his culprit was as much foreigner as he was. Someone had to notice him.

Those eyes of him aren’t something he has ever seen before, quite atypical and unique, shaping a rather brutal but elegant face. The man in front of him is definitely charismatic, enchanting for the eyes if you pay attention to the details, but somehow utterly dangerous in his way of looking down at Mika. 

His instincts are yelling to remain careful, perhaps because his childhood has been nurtured with many tales and legends he never forgot. He couldn’t hide his wariness but also his slight admiration, wondering what kind of mysteries is hiding under such a feline stare.

When he finally speaks, it brings a smile on Mika’s lips, as he somehow already anticipated such a statement. Indeed. It was presumptuous of him to believe that man would expose his nature right away. “That’s probably true, I wouldn’t argue on that, people are often hiding behind a mask, but I don’t believe they are the most terrifying.” 

He looks back at the strange individual, sapphire eyes daring to analyze a bit more his features, focused a moment on that scar crossing his features. “I’m terrified because you don’t even try to hide it. You remind me those old warlocks from ancient times, the very one who made me unable to sleep at night.” He pauses for a moment, and waves his fingers, an anxious hand coming up to tousle his own hair ; a sign of his discomfort. “But this is probably my brain tricking me, isn’t it?” 

There was understanding in Cairo’s irises at his confession, it was such a mortal way of thinking nonetheless, but it didn’t make it any less amusing. If anything he would draw parallels with people he had met over time and humanity in general, always an observer to what was happening.

Masking. A process in which an individual changes their natural personality to conform to social pressures, abuse or harassment. A tool to hide weaknesses and ultimately strengthen them, a tool to live up to expectations. Humans were truly interesting.

“ Do you believe masks to be a defensive mechanism or just layers to a person which they sometimes uncover? ” Or did he have his own theory? His own definition?

Kei is a demi-human. His mother was normal while his father comes from Sepainson, a tribe existing even before the Void century and known for their ability to not die. They are far from immortal but false rumours of immortality had spread quickly due to their abilities.

The black matter they posses is part of their blood and both offensive and defensive ability if the user is skilled enough. With proper training they are able to form silhouettes and control them at will, but Kei had never properly explored those abilities. The only time he was able to form a black silhouette was at the age of 10 and under stress and threat of dying by Vergo’s hand.

The most common ability though, the ability to reattach cut off body parts or regrowing them over time is something he can do.

@museabyss​ said: Which muse do you think would make a interesting protagonist? Which muse do you think would make a interesting antagonist? :3c !! 

genre asks: multimuse edition 

➤ Which muse do you think would make a interesting protagonist? 

Tatsu. I think he has the best story for it. A yakuza turns cop and seeks justice in memory of a lost friend. A guaranteed blockbuster lmao! But seriously, because he’s the only “good guy” on this multi, actively trying to help people. There are many layers to him and reasons why he does things the way he does, and many things to explore. Tatsu is amazing.

➤ Which muse do you think would make a interesting antagonist? 

Liam. He is a driven guy who doesn’t mind getting his hands as dirty as needed to reach his goals, following his own philosophy and easily justifying his deeds if he needs to do so. He is just an evil guy with a pretty smile.

@perncctation​​ said: //answer all the comedy questions !!!! >3 ❤ 

genre asks: multimuse edition

➤ Which muse(s) do you think are the funniest or most random? For what reason do you think so?

Definitely Yui and Kei. Yui is generally a happy sunshine and likes to laugh, often prone to accidents or crazy situations. She’s carefree and usually says whatever first comes to mind so more often than not she ends up saying something that may be funny. Kei is the most random. He just does whatever he wants and whenever he wants, it’s basically a personal rule.

➤ Do you enjoy putting your muses in strange or bizarre situations? Which are the weirdest plots or threads you had and which muse(s) were involved? 

Is there a writer who does not? I like putting muses in whatever situation to see how they’d react. It also helps me develop their character more! I had quite a few when I had first created these OCs, but I think from guys on this blog Liam had it the weirdest. It was a fantasy crack roleplay and he was a diva goblin, with one magic ability. To create asparagus.

➤ Do you put inside references or jokes in your writing for your role play partners? Have you ever broke the fourth wall in character?

Generally, no. I tend to keep it “professional” lmao. But when I vibe so much with a rp partner and we talk about plots and whatnot a lot, I may subtly add something in just to see if they’ll notice it. It doesn’t happen often but it’s possible!

➤  Which muse is the most cynical, sarcastic, and/or deadpan? What is a guaranteed way of making them smile?

genre asks: multimuse edition

These are meant for multi-muse role play blogs, however anyone can partake in these!

Action and Adventure

Which muse do you think would make a interesting protagonist?

Which muse do you think would make a interesting antagonist?

Are there any muses that extraordinary with powers? Are there any non-humans muses, which so what are they?

What muse(s) are currently on a journey or a mission, do they have any short term or long term goals related to it?

Ecchi and Hentai

Which characters seem the most fan service-y? Why do you think so?

Who is the most perverted and/or kinkiest muse?

If you could make a harem of your own muses who would they be?

Which muse(s) seems to have the most romantic or/and sexual ships?

Slice of Life and Drama

Which muse(s) is going through the most inner dilemmas? What are those issues?

Do your ships have any majors  issues? Toxic partners, love triangles, unrequited feelings, etc.?

What relationships your muse(s) have do you think is most complicated; whether platonic, romantic, or sexual?

What archetypes or tropes do you think your character can fit into?

Comedy

Which muse(s) do you think are the funniest or most random? For what reason do you think so?

Do you enjoy putting your muses in strange or bizarre situations? Which are the weirdest plots or threads you had and which muse(s) were involved?

Do you put inside references or jokes in your writing for your role play partners? Have you ever broke the fourth wall in character?