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156. Muse A is getting a tattoo and is very nervous but Muse B, the tattoo artist, calms them down.Pyrrha was sat down in the chair where ‘all the magic happens’ in the tattoo shop, flipping through the design book nervously. She’d been considering getting a tattoo for a while now, but was dropping and picking up the decision for a while now. However, today, she was certain that it would happen.Raising her head to the man who came out from behind some curtains, she tensed her lips to a slight flat, and blinked, before turning her attention back to the book. Perhaps she could check her phone for a good design as well…she had it narrowed down to a few good choices, but perhaps the artist could help her decide…?

Placing her weapon down back on the bench, Lisa rose gracefully from her seat— standing to meet her opponent. While she wasn’t planning on humiliating her today, now seemed a better time than any— after all there were just so many people here today to witness the spectacle.  Walking slowly to the red-headed marksman, the cold faced girl that carried the air of superiority wherever she went, stopped in front of Pyrrha—almost invading her personal space. The shorter shooter’s eyes never ceased their frigid gaze. Around the firing line, spectators and shooters alike stopped to see what was going on. All they knew was something was about to go down. Lisa spoke softly up to Pyrrha, “I would like that, Ms. Nikos.” She then cocked her head to the side. “…Very much. How about a game of…’Ursa’? Are you…familiar with the rules?” Behind her expressionless, almost apathetic face was a scheming, driven mind hell bent on destroying the competition.

Pyrrha's eyes widened in attentiveness at Lisa's approach, and she re-gripped her spear, sliding her heeled boot back a step before leaning on it, giving a slight amount of space between the bubble-popping student. Not that she /terribly/ minded. She flicked her curiously impressed emerald orbs between Lisa's contrasting sharp ones, the corners of her lips tugging up at the accepted offer of the competition. "I'm....afraid I'm not all too familiar with the rules, no. Would you please explain them?"

Pyrrha closed the door behind her, her free hand grabbing a hold of her bag strap at the shoulder, before she caught a glimpse of her partner, surrounded by loose paper and practically unconscious on the desk. “Jaune…! How long have you been working for??”

"Some sore feet shouldn't be too much of a problem." The red-head smiled a bit, before looking back up to her partner, somewhat unwittingly rubbing her opposite foot once the boot was slid off. "I did my own training, mostly for stamina--though now that you're mentioning it, I suppose running in my heels wasn't the best idea I've made today." 

150. Blind datePyrrha sighed a bit as Nora ushered her out of the dorm, and she tightened her grip around the straw handle of the basket hanging from her ivory-coloured arm.Apparently, she was going with Nora to the park (though she felt that late afternoon~approaching evening was a rather interesting time to do it) to have a little girl’s picnic of some kind. Not that she complained—it was new to her, and she was glad that Nora wanted to do this with her.——Finally getting all the sheets and food set out, after times of silliness on where to place what, the two girls sat on the blanket on the second tallest hill in the park.Nora had suddenly sat up, looking at her watch briefly, before she told Pyrrha that she had to ‘use the restroom’, and that there was a restaurant a small ways away where she could go.Pyrrha thought nothing of it, and waved her teammate off, before she laid her back down on the cloth, looking up at the darkening blue sky. No sunset was there, though it was a gorgeous darker blue, one that was speckled with small stars if one’s eye was keen enough. The red-head simply sighed in relaxation, enjoying the moment she was having at that time.

Her gaze shifted back to the picnic cloth. There was a lot of food and paraphernalia set up, enough for multiple people. It was going to be illogical to assume that all of that was set up for Pyrrha alone. There was no way only one person can finish all that. “Are you waiting for someone?” She asked.

233. Muses are from two different fairy tales and they fall in love. Breaking the fairytale code.Pyrrha didn’t quite enjoy her fairytale, in all honesty. It didn’t seem like it was going to end happily ever after, despite the views of others.Out of all of the towns that represented an individual fairytale to be assigned to, why this one, she wondered…why this one….She was crowned queen of her fairytale town quite a while ago, for numerous skills that she had performed without an intention of this outcome, but it turned out like this nonetheless. She was supposedly so superior to all others in the town, so able, so beautiful, so perfect in ‘all fashions’, that the town simply crowned her as their ruler right then and there. She’s quite literally bathed in jewels, been clothed in gold, and among other incredible things, which may seem like anyone’s dream for life. And it was Pyrrha’s for a short-lived amount of time, but not anymore.Getting through the day was becoming laborious, as she now never had any privacy, and recently, not even while bathing. It felt uncomfortable to her, rather than flattering, that everyone loved her to such a great degree that they wished to watch her every action. She never had any privacy, and ‘friends’ was soon a foreign word to her, as every being in the town, even the animals and creatures, simply thought of themselves too lowly to even open their mouths around her.It was L o n e l y .—-Pyrrha hardly had a reason to lie, but she felt that she was craving even a shred of privacy more than she had ever done before these past few weeks. Pulling a large, gold-armour-plated robe over her shoulders, pinning it together in front of her jeweled chest by the large, shinning diamond at the center of the garment, she gave the first fib to her subjects with a wave, saying she needed to take a ‘package’ to one of the nearby fairytale towns.Hopping on her armoured white horse, Pyrrha nodded to the townspeople (babies, children, parents, and grandparents alike that had emerged from their homes just to catch a glimpse of their ‘goddess’), before setting off through the forest, package under her arm as she began her journey to the nearest town—one that she never actually visited, but rather one that she had just heard about.Perhaps she’ll find someone there who C a r  e s .Not for her looks, or for her talents.But for H e r .

Pyrrha closed the door behind her, her free hand grabbing a hold of her bag strap at the shoulder, before she caught a glimpse of her partner, surrounded by loose paper and practically unconscious on the desk. “Jaune…! How long have you been working for??”

Jaune noticed her rubbing her foot and ankle, “did you do training today?”

"Those all sound great, Jaune. Really, they do." Pyrrha smiled warmly as she began movements to take off her other boot, but was stopped by the blond's inquiry. "Hmm--oh. I did, actually, why do you ask...?" She really had hardly noticed that she was rubbing her feet--as if it were just a daily thing that shouldn't be acknowledged. So once Jaune had asked about her schedule, and she halted to listen to him, she had realized she had been rubbing it. Perhaps it was just the boots she wore....

Pyrrha closed the door behind her, her free hand grabbing a hold of her bag strap at the shoulder, before she caught a glimpse of her partner, surrounded by loose paper and practically unconscious on the desk. “Jaune…! How long have you been working for??”

Pyrrha stepped back slightly to give her partner some space, before she decided to travel to her bedside once more, sitting on the edge of the mattress as she propped an ankle on her opposite knee. She grabbed a hold of her boot where the foot's heel (not the shoe's high heel) would be, and makes a small effort to wiggle the thing off of her tired appendage. "I think all of our team could use a nice break sometime soon...maybe when we have a light workload and lots of time, we can go out to Vale to plan something fun, or something similar to that...?"

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Pyrrha peered down at the other student’s dark orbs, her own emerald ones filled with curiosity, a hint of concern, and a pinch of hesitation. Her eyes flicking to Cinder and Emerald for a moment, her relatively blank expression flashed to one with a greeting smile, and softer eyes. She looked back to Mercury once more, the inward tips of her eyebrows crawling upwards with hardly more than a twitch, and laced her fingers together in front of her. "Your name is…Mercury, correct…?" The warrior tilted her crowned head to the side in the slightest, bangs shifting as a result. She’s hoping she can get enough of his time to ask him the more important questions in her mind. She wanted to ask them as soon as she could, right now if possible, otherwise she knew they may plague her the more she drew out her waiting time.

150. Blind datePyrrha sighed a bit as Nora ushered her out of the dorm, and she tightened her grip around the straw handle of the basket hanging from her ivory-coloured arm.Apparently, she was going with Nora to the park (though she felt that late afternoon~approaching evening was a rather interesting time to do it) to have a little girl’s picnic of some kind. Not that she complained—it was new to her, and she was glad that Nora wanted to do this with her.——Finally getting all the sheets and food set out, after times of silliness on where to place what, the two girls sat on the blanket on the second tallest hill in the park.Nora had suddenly sat up, looking at her watch briefly, before she told Pyrrha that she had to ‘use the restroom’, and that there was a restaurant a small ways away where she could go.Pyrrha thought nothing of it, and waved her teammate off, before she laid her back down on the cloth, looking up at the darkening blue sky. No sunset was there, though it was a gorgeous darker blue, one that was speckled with small stars if one’s eye was keen enough. The red-head simply sighed in relaxation, enjoying the moment she was having at that time.

It was Pyrrha Nikos. The prominent red hair in a ponytail was unmistakable. Was she the one who called her here? But why? And more importantly, why the food and the picnic paraphernalia? Was this why she was summoned here? To have a picnic? “Miss Nikos?” She called to the red-haired girl on the sheet. “Pyrrha? Were you the one who called me here?” She continued, inching towards her.