Eyes Do Not Belong There

He huffs, and squints at him a little bit.

          “Might as well not be.”

He can be such a little shit sometimes.

His attention is brought back to the construction worker, and he’s not to proud to admit that he was figuratively sitting at the end of his seat. He even gasps when the ghost suddenly rises again and knocks back the worker.

Spirit glances back at Asura, and he sort of half shrugs.

          “Not too much. Meisters wield weapons, so they take the lead. I just gotta go along with            it. Jeez, maybe we aren’t on equal footing…”

        “ Papa spends your wage on me an’ Kid, haha! ”

He giggles, turning back to his little play.

The construction worker moves around the house abnormally, unlike it was before. It raises its arms, and Asura takes off the roof of the model mansion and raises it into the air, as if the construction worker did it with it’s mind.

Asura makes a face, somewhat a confused frown.

The words don’t stop. Neither does the fury of hand gestures which now pick up. Pointed ears moving, a display of over excitement. Since Asura did not cover his face, his emotions are hard to read. Was he upset? Angry? Orko didn’t know because Trollans don’t show their face. All emotion was communicated through eyes and ears. While Orko was used to Eternians, Asura was not Eternian. He reminded Orko of a Terran. Though, the only Terran he knew was Queen Marlena. Though didn’t Adam count as he was half-Terran, Half-Eternian.

Yellow eyes watched his pudding disappear into the void. Ah, Orko had a similar void, but it was in his hat. The trademark pointed hat was a sign of his status as a mage–magic learned from the greatest magician on Trolla–his uncle. This world… it too had magic, magic that was hard to read, but not as hard as Eternia. A slight wonder as to why that was, but Orko was more excited about showing another trick… but which one? If Adam was here, he could pull of many jokes, but he’s not.

           ❝ You’re tough to crack. I gotta pull out my best tricks for you don’t I. Yikes! Let me see…. Ah! How about a juggling trick? I’ll just juggles these oranges… and then make them disappear! ❞

A third arm appears from his hat to drop a few oranges into Orko’s hands. They begin to move as Orko began the trick. Of course, by disappearing, he meant to eat them! That’s the only way to make tasty oranges disappear!

They smile, but their smile is more of a grimace as they struggle to keep their attention on Orko, their mind desperately attempting to wander off into a plethora of miscellaneous thoughts. Somehow, miraculously they manage to listen to parts of Orko’s endless spiel.

Their eyes avert upon being looked at, darting to the ground. They look back after a few moments, watching Orko juggle oranges, with little amazement, but without disdain. An unimpressive trick, Asura muses. Although they themself are not skilled in teleportation tricks.

       “ You only ate those oranges but... impressive... ”

          “If you have all that money, then where’s my raise.”

It’s mostly a joke for his own enjoyment, because he doubts Asura cares about his problems with his payroll.

He watches the construction worker stand back up, and he’s surprisingly invested in this little conflict Asura has dreamed up. It’s got better twists and turns than most shows on Death Cable. He manages to stop himself from cheering like an idiot when the ‘laser’ hits the ghost.

He blinks at his question, a little surprised.

          “Well, yeah, I guess so. I mean…even if he wasn’t a god, I guess he’d still call the            shots, being the meister.”

        “ You get paid? ”

He bats his eyes innocently, knowing fully well the answer to that.

The construction worker is stood back up, walking slowly over to the fallen ghost, with apparent hesitation. It inches closer and closer, until all of a sudden the ghost swoops forward, knocking the construction worker over.

Asura tilts his head, curious.

WHat’s so bad about villain/hero ;) JK JK JK BROS 4 LIFE

munday asks | accepting

Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot RP?

i’m not quite sure on that one actually. hm

Which tropes do you find overused/boring?

unnecessary romantic subplot probably. if it’s done well i like it though. and villain / hero ship tropes i guess

What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.

be truthful about ur answer, minecraft, homestuck, terraria, expose ur true cursed nerd

munday asks | accepting

What made you decide to write this muse?

i just said fuck it, and wrote Asura because Leo was joining in on the rpc. i guess no one’s really considered a sane!Asura, which is also partially why i chose this muse. the other is because i can write pretty much however i see Asura because he’s practically a blank canvas at this point

If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?

a house probably, a new phone and computer and a year’s worth of groceries

What’s your RP pet peeve?

untrimmed threads!!! please !!! for the love of my dash !!! trim your threads!!!!

What’s something you enjoy? Be it a food, a band, etc.

          “Ah, so he’s a two in one package deal! That’s how you save money.”

Spirit grins, and watches the apparently fierce combat between the construction worker slash ghostbuster and the said ghost that needed to be busted. Though it seems the living have lost to the dead in this particular battle.

He huffs, and crosses his arms, apparently highly insulted.

          “I’m not his sidekick! I’m his partner! We’re on equal footing! Well, I mean, kind of,            barring the fact that he’s a god and I’m not. But other than that, we’re equals!”

        “ We’ll tip him more money if he wins. We have a lot of money we never            use. ”

The construction worker stood back up, making slow steps back towards the ghost. Asura imitates a laser sound, and pauses to grab a neon Lego piece. He flies it across the house, hitting the ghost spot on. The papercraft ghost falls to the ground, with the construction worker following.

Asura turns back, giggling at Spirit’s reaction.

Spirit smiles wide as he looks at the adorable little ghost cut out he’d made.

          “Maybe we should call a ghostbuster instead of a construction worker, huh?”

He chuckles. He’s happy, to see Asura playing like this, daydreaming and imagining all sort of things that only a child could imagine. It’s far better from the sometimes pensive looks he gets, gloomy moods caused by kids that can’t and won’t understand him.

He laughs when he gets the little bap on his face, and leans back slightly, grinning.

          “Oh, sure, your papa’s cool, but nothing can beat me and my charms.”

His grin just gets bigger.

          “I’m glad you realized I’m the better hero!”

Asura places a mini Lego gun in the construction worker’s hand, moving it around and mimicking more sound effects.

        “ But what if the construction worker is also a ghostbuster?? Pchwoo!!! ”

He runs around, staging a battle between the ghost and the construction worker. It looks to be an intense battle, until the construction worker falls to the ground, hitting the table with a small clink.

Asura makes a sceptical face, tilting his head.

Spirit watches him hold up each figure in turn, very interested in the make believe world Asura has created with his legos.

          “The attic sounds, huh? Yeah, it’s pretty bad up there. Half the time it sounds like            elephants up there.”

He chuckles, and looks at the rather nasty looking figures he sets down outside of the model mansion.

And he frowns.

He knows the two young Shinigami are bullied often, and there’s only so much one can do without straight up beating the hell out of some kids. Which he definitely can’t do, despite how much he might want to.

He smiles again when Asura perks back up, and knocks down all the bullies with the super hero figure.

          “Can I suggest a name? What about Deathscythe? After all, I’m pretty much the coolest            guy you know.”

Asura holds up a paper cutout of a cartoon ghost on a stick, waving it around the attic, making ghostly sounds.

        “ The attic is HAUNTED! And the ghosts are very loud. ”

He’d seem to forget the momentary lapse of melancholy, young mind rather focus on the enriched imaginary world he’d created. Asura’s own little world...

He turns to Spirit, a confused expression on his face before giggling. He bats Spirit’s face with his spare hand, almost gently pushing him away.

          “ Papa’s cooler though. He can become big and scary which is...             scary... but pretty cool. ”

He pauses, before placing down the superhero figure, swapping it’s brown hair for red.

He smiles and stands again, watching Asura dart between the low table and the little box full of Lego bricks and shapes.

Death, he loves kids. Especially this kid.

          “Of course!”

He walks over and sits down, sitting criss cross applesauce, and points at the Lego people Asura holds in his hands.

          “Who’ve you got there?”

Asura holds one of the Lego figures, a construction worker with a huge wrench in his hand.

        “ This guy is here to fix the creaky sounds that come from the attic. ”

He promptly places the little figure on the balcony, next to a ladder. Asura picks up another few figures, mean looking ones, and places them on the outside. Opposite to these figures, he places down one Lego person with a cape.

        “ These are mean bullies that chase me an’ Kid out of the park. ”

He frowns a little, before perking back up as he completely knocks away the bullies with the caped figurine.

He’s grinning now, with a look of beaming pride on his face for the boy in front of him.

          “That’s amazing, Asura! It looks just like the mansion! I didn’t know you were such            a talented Lego architect.”

He leans in to take a better look, ever so careful as to not accidentally knock it from his hands.

Asura dashes to the nearest table, setting the model down upon it. He dashes over to his box of Legos, grabbing a few Lego people from it. He moves them around, imitating voices and sounds.

He turns to Spirit.

alternate asuras // accepting

◔ younger version of my muse

       “ Spirit! Spirit! Spirit! Spirit! ”

Asura enthusiastically holds up a small structure constructed from Legos. They’re extremely proud of their creation, a small model of their mansion.

Now they’re getting somewhere with the mention of chocolate pudding. A simple spell is whipped up and spoken aloud. Orko waving his hands as if he were doing a grand magic trick. In reality, he’s just conjuring up some pudding. But, it was magic & it would hopefully make him a friend & someone happy. Magic exited to make people like Orko, to make people want to be friends with him. That’s what he wanted out of this interaction. Someone who would see his magic as good, worthy, & be his friend.

For once the spell seemed to work, causing Orko to gleefully clap as a small bowl of pudding materialized in thin air. The trollan caught it, handing the item to what he hoped would be a friend. it’s like a peace offering as Orko’s hands went behind his back, hopeful yellow eyes peeking out from under his hat which obscured his face as was Trollan custom.

                   ❝ Do you like it? I hope we can be friends. My magic can do more neat things. I just want to make a friend. I think we’ll get along swell. Hey, if I can figure out how to get back to Eternia… You can meet my friends! They’re really nice, smart… Brave too! I think you’ll like Adam & Cringer too! Maybe even Teela. She’s smart & knowledgeable. ❞

Impressive, almost dazzling, if it were not for Asura’s tendency to analyse Orko’s spell. Yes, he’s dabbled in magic before, but he quickly comes to the conclusion Orko’s little display is for show. Must be an entertainer-type.

Cautiously, he takes the pudding, inspecting it with sharp eyes. He hides it in the void within his scarf, presumably for later consumption. It’s not that Asura himself does’t trust Orko, but his paranoia obviously doesn’t. Nevermind that, he tries to listen to Orko’s continued spiel.

They nod every so often, a small smile on his face, words spoken too fast for Asura to absorb and comprehend.