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70 Horrible Questions.

Etienne laughs a little. “What’s irritating me? Well, I ran into Jikhaa at that festival and he was his usual laconic self, so I dragged almost nothing out of him before I had to leave. I wouldn’t exactly call it irritating, but we do like to do just the exact opposite of what the other person likes to interact with. It’s... almost endearing that he still wants to be friends despite that.” Etienne laughs, shaking their head. “I think he does still wish to be friends? I suppose he makes me a little self-conscious, and I’ve never gotten over that. At least Miss Azena was as lovely as I remember. I shall have to corner them both again soon.”

A pause, and then suddenly: “Wait! I know what’s worse than that! I heard the imps aren’t coming around this year for All Saint’s Wake. Does that mean there won’t be decorations? Oh, how disappointing!”

Adi rolls his eyes. “Telesphore was in a temper this morning and didn’t want to take his potions. He always acts like a child when he’s hurting the worst, and then acts angry at me because I’ve witnessed it.”

He glances around. “...Kind of bummed out about All Saint’s Wake too. Eh. Not like I’m going to be making it out to any parties.”

Houmei leans in to whisper a secret.

“...Domo talks in his sleep. Sometimes about the most disturbing things. He talks about sleeping at the bottom of a lake, and how he’s a great lake Dragon. It’s a little disturbing!”

Jaaster 🥀  “Don’t you ever get angry? I don’t even- I don’t mean it like a psychopathic way. But, fuck, if something bad happens, doesn’t that stir your spirit in any way? Don’t you hurt for other people? I want to believe you do, but I see neutrality in your eyes more often than I do any form of your own righteousness.”

Vander 🌹 “You’ve... changed. I want to believe it’s not just a wash of seafoam that the wind will snuff out soon and just accept it, but yet I want to stand there far from the shore and wait it out too. You have me more conflicted than ever even without previous allure, it was you I wanted when everything happened. I can’t even tell if it was because you behaved like such a good rock, or if I wanted you to be warm, to be cruel...”

K♥️ - Who does your muse look up to as a role model?

Oh, this is a tough one.

As a small child Rhys looked up to his grandfather for a variety of reasons: he was everything Rhys wanted to be, strong and not just in a physical sense, loved and accepted. 

During his teens it was people like @entropytea‘s Gavril and Ulrike, and @stormandozone‘s Avenai. They were such kind and good people, ones who were just themselves and so Rhys was attracted to them 

Now? I can’t really think of anyone that Rhys looks up to. @thanidiel‘s Xiaohu, maybe? @astrolevitation‘s Esen in terms of how she’s adapted to being far from home and in a new place. @atomicdeke‘s Vander in an odd way. @cynfuldax‘s Oosra even if he’s MEAN.

He’d deny these, keep in mind. 

4♠️ - What’s the worst injury your muse has ever recovered from?

It’s a triggering subject so uh, DM for details?

Probably the stab wound inflicted by a certain Xaela. It was horrible. 

Armor and sword in hand. Can’t go wrong!

“Jaaster is easygoing. Doesn’t seem to hold grudges. Heseems… strangely normal, compared to some of the others at the Enclave. I getthe sense that he just wants to help.” He takes a sip of his drink and adds on witha bit of a grumble, “He could stand to take better care of himself.”

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Horrific Headcanons.

Answered for Etienne here.

Deep underground, you smell rain.

The musty, stale scent of ancient caves is flooded with petrichor. The roots shift in the walls, noises like the tightening of a fist in a leather glove. They've surrounded you this whole time, those bone-white roots, but now they're moving. The walls roil and shift, clumps of dirt pattering on the floor around you from the walls and ceiling.

The thin, slouching figure of an elezen grows out of the floor just before you: a pale outline of ghostly roots, the hair on its head growing out of delicate leaves. The eye sockets are hollow, but out of the right eye, a flower grows.

Everywhere, the flowers blossom white and red. The blooms glow faintly. They smell like dust, but still, beneath that scent: the rain. Adi's voice sounds like the rain, too, and he whispers to you:

"You should turn back. Turn back now."