┕ ᴍɪᴄʜɪᴋᴏ : ʜᴜᴅsᴏɴ ┓

I have eleven muses that all want attention right now ( lbr I have more than that but 11 active muses ) but because I obviously can’t be on all of them at once I am pretty much always RPing on skype. Don’t get me wrong, I love RPing on here but this way I can circulate my muses without them being pains in the ass about wanting attention.

Skype/discord RPing, imo, is a great way to get things started because it’s short and simple, pretty much one-liners the way I do it, and there’s no pressure for icons, length matching. etc;

example:

*looks up and smiles all happily* “Are you sure..?”

Sometimes they’re a lot longer than that/far more detailed but it’s still never so much that I can’t be doing other stuff while RPing still. So if you’re ever interested in RPing with any of my muses but don’t really know where to start hmu on skype or discord and we can either just throw them in a random situation or plot it out a little first.

Florence slipped a hand to her injured knees and gently attempted to rub away the soreness, though her real focus was on her assistant. Michiko’s hair shifting with her movement reminded her of rippling water, her tired mind started to drift for a moment, thoughts of oceans and hidden depths washing through her.

The tone of a question being put to her pulled her back into more relevant thoughts and she blinked. Field work? Oh yes, that’s right, indeed she was planning on going out for the day tomorrow to observe the pokemon of the nearby forest. Excitement of what she might see and learn began to hum through her but its energy was contradicted by a yawn that forced her jaw to open. She covered mouth and then let out a sigh, lowering her hand and smiling, “Yes, you’re right. We should both get some rest.”

With a gentle push, Florence moved her chair back from her desk and got to her feet. The urge to stretch out her suddenly aching muscles overcame her but she resisted it, promising herself she would do so later instead. She raised her hand to rub her slightly dry eyes and turned, stopping herself from yawning again.

A small communications device on her desk then let out an obnoxiously chirpy sound, prompting her to blink and frown. With a small sigh, she reached over and plucked up the small item, her finger swiping across the screen to check the new message.

Dearest Florence.

Your mother and I are most proud to announce that we have found a perfect match for you! He is very well connected and talented, and most importantly, he is willing to marry you despite your behaviour and he has no issue with the age gap.

We will arrange for you to come back home in two weeks.

With love, Father.

Her grip around the device tightened, mirroring the imagined sensation she now had of handcuffs clamping around her wrists. As if to block out everything around her, she closed her eyes for a moment and gradually lowered the technology to the desk. A slow breath was pulled into her lungs, but it did nothing to cool the mix of anger and sick disbelief that was now swirling within her.

It must be a joke, or perhaps a trick of her imagination due to her exhaustion. Yes, her family couldn’t possibly be trying to arrange marriages for her again…Florence sighed and moved away from her desk, offering a small smile to her assistant, “I’ll have my bedtime cup of tea and then get some sleep. Would you like some tea? It’s very soothing.”

Uncharacteristically, she didn’t wait for a response and simply moved around to head through the lab to the door that separated it from the area that was her ‘house’. She pushed through the door swiftly, eager to leave behind the message that was still lit up on the small screen atop her papers.

Despite her apparent focus on the others face all of her actions were registered, including the fact that she seemed to be losing focus as she listened to her speak. A fact that irritated her to no end, she expected people to pay attention when she spoke, but that was understandable given the late hour so she'd let it pass without issue.

Especially when she watched just how wide her mouth opened before she covered the yawn with her hand. Still, the excitement dancing in her eyes was there even as slumber tried to take her over. How the woman had made it so long as an heiress she'd never know, etiquette wise she was perfect, but she had no control over schooling her expression from what she could see and that was odd in itself. How had they not eaten her alive?

Not wanting to consider that right now lest she ask the question outright, she screwed up her face at the loud notification from her comm device. Who on earth would be sending her something so late in the day? Then again, with the time difference between regions, it may not be so late where whoever sent the message lived. Regardless it was taking all her will not to snap the annoying technology, she was already getting a headache.

Surprised at what she could only describe as hostility towards the comm device, she raised an eyebrow and frowned as she watched the woman. Her own expression quickly becoming blank as Florence turned to face her, she was going to decline the tea when she blinked, and the woman was already gone. Looking at her desk, she couldn't help herself, picking up the device she read the message and screwed up her face once more in the illumination of its backlight.

Apparently eating her alive hadn't been too wrong of an assumption and she had an odd feeling of something she hadn't felt in a long time. She may not choose to save her from Team Genesis, but she felt protective enough over Professor Hazel to want to comfort her, a thought that quite frankly horrified her. She couldn't afford emotional connections right now so thinking logically, as always, she came to a conclusion ( no matter how false it was ) that her feelings were simply there because her own job would be more difficult if another professor took Florence's place.

Following her now through to her living quarters she frowned, rubbing a hand over her face before shaking her head a bit. Offering comfort to others wasn't something she often did, but it was apparently about to happen as she eyed the other woman.

"I was thinking earlier about your father, Professor... He's an admirable man, yes? Well, someone as well off as he couldn't simply go around making enemies of his connections at random..."

It was perhaps playing a little dirty to think of the situation this way, showing more of her true colours than she liked, but as her assistant, it was her job to help find solutions to issues. Quite frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if Florence was already following a similar thought process to decline his 'offer'.

"Mr Fitzwalter already attempts to discredit you by saying your family is the only reason you're here, I'm sure your father couldn't attempt to hurt such a connection by taking you away from your responsibilities here. It would be incredibly bad for his reputation and business, wouldn't it?

meme : accepting

Eyes looking over the form of the unknown man who’d spoken she tilted her head to the side and fought back a frown, being honest could come back and bite her in the ass, but then again, she thought it best to simply be blunt in situations like this. Cheerful disposition be damned, it’d be better if people knew that despite the kind facade she displayed to the world, she wouldn’t let anyone walk all over her either. She had too much pride for that, even if she was acting.

“Strangers are free to touch wherever they’d like, however, I’d advise against it if they wish to keep their fingers…” It may be cold but it was the truth, she didn’t take kindly to people touching her casually, especially when she had no idea of where their digits had been. “As for the rest of your rather personal questions, I don’t have depressing thoughts, no. What’s the point in being depressed when looking at things logically will result in a far better outcome?”

That was true regardless of who the person thought she was, Hudson, Michiko Quinn or Michiko Sorcha, none of the people she acted to be would dwell on past matters due to depression. There would be no moving forward if that were the case, she’d rather get even to find closure.

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Black| Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored

Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | No Gender | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other

Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive : aunt | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated

I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused : verbally I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone

Pieces of her surroundings could have been stolen from all around her, and she would have been oblivious (funnily enough, that was exactly what was happening in a way sometimes, unbeknownst to her). Pages and pages of text, diagrams, and charts were spread out before her, they captured her complete focus like food set down before a starving creature.

When she became so engrossed in her work, time didn’t matter and it wasn’t uncommon for her to forget to sleep or eat, or for her to forget that she wasn’t alone, such as the case was now. Her assistant’s voice quite literally jolted Florence from her mind. The Professor’s knees came into hard contact with the top of the desk while a gasp was pulled loudly from her lungs. Wide-eyed, she spun a little in her chair to face the other woman, the redness of embarrassment flooding her cheeks a moment later.

“Oh, I, um, working, break, Professor!” The jumbled words fell from her lips and increased the tint to her cheeks. She shook her head a little to ‘reboot’ herself after having been so intently focused, “I apologise, Miss Sorcha! I am not used to having an assistant, I should have let you have a break hours ago, I’m terribly sorry I forgot…”

Curiosity pulled her gaze to the clock on the wall and a frown touched her lips. Realisation was a small breath sucked inwards, “Oh! Is that the time!? It’s so late! Please do go to bed, Miss Sorcha, I didn’t intend to keep you up so late!”

An amused noise slipped out from her lips as she watched the girl, which is what Florence Hazel was to her -- a girl, sputter about and try to make sense of what was going on. This appeared to be a common thing, that the Professor would get so engrossed in her work that half the lab could explode and she probably wouldn’t take any notice unless it literally shook her. Something that made her job so much easier than she had intended.

While she was an unknowing pawn in her game, though, she wasn’t about to underestimate her, not many people were given offers such as the one she had taken at a mere twenty-three. Her intelligence was a weapon that could very well unravel all of her own hard work and plans to capture the island. Which was simply something she would not allow. So with a soft, albeit fake, smile she shook her head gently as her hair bounced from side to side.

“Now now, no need to be sorry. I’m actually more worried about you, Professor... Aren’t you supposed to be doing field work tomorrow?” A brief pause was given to allow that information to sink in, despite her obvious ignorance to what was going on around her Michiko didn’t exactly want to see Florence injured either. “You should be well rested if you plan on exploring amongst wild Pokemon.”

ORGANISATION

Michiko is an extremely organised person, it is something that she always had hard-wired into her without any influence from her parents/surroundings. She simply always had to have her things in a neat and orderly fashion or it made her extremely agitated. From her books to how she organises her clothes, everything has to be in order for her to feel comfortable.

Looking up from her desk her eyes landed on the soft glow coming from the LED clock, she had no issues with working late because it stimulated her mind regardless of what they were doing but she had been waiting for the past hour for the woman to go to bed so she could siphon information into Team Genesis’ private networks. The only problem was that the small woman she called a boss happened to be a workaholic.

Not wanting to seem pushy, however, she stood up from her chair and walked over to where the Professor was sitting going over yet another sheet of her findings. Considering the funding had exceeded their expectations and the resources on the island, their time limit wasn’t so constricting anymore, she couldn’t understand why Florence was working herself so hard but she could admire the drive she had.