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B answered Here!  

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt? 

Picture Mulan but she’s Shang.  U fight good.  

She’ll make small gifts for them, and leave it somewhere they can find it.  Whether or not she writes her name or anything to signify it’s from her though that’s a whole other story.  

Since I’m legally obligated to ship Yakumo and Kaede, she’d probably make him food stuff and surprise him thank u good night.

 H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away? 

Slow.  Slower than a slug.  A slug would beat her.  

Void Kaede is a lot quicker, but later on she sort of (probably) has a crisis on how to express her feelings properly, and question what was wrong with her.  

She overthinks everything, and it’ll take some time for her to settle down on a pace that’s comfortable for her. 

 M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc? 

Taking a walk with the person, talking about nothing in particular is probably the best type of date for her.  She’d like any date where she can relax her guard, and just get to know the other person.  She also would prefer casual dates to super romantic ones--getting a candle lit dinner or an equivalent level of  would make her self conscious that oh no this really is a date.  

As for who I mean.  Your choice.  Are you feeling Ein or Yakumo or Oni.  

the path of a hero. @blocdhound

He’s heard it before, this chivalric speech filled with determination and perhaps hopes for something brighter than the bleak sky that blankets them. Whatever world that was there before The Great Collapse. It sometimes makes Jin wonder if Yakumo had always been like this or if he, himself, had been this tired of it all. He can’t remember and realizes there’s no use trying to piece together what his life was before this. He knows he shouldn’t try. It’s a longing for something that’s no longer there, that he can’t even begin to picture.  

His fingers continue the task of molding the onigiri to its perfect triangular roundness as though through muscle memory alone. 

“You cannot save everyone,” he begins while placing the molded ball down on the plate, “nor is it your job to do so. We have an entire team of people with varying talents.” His words come out harsh, dismissive and in an almost scolding manner. 

          “ You know, I’d ask how you keep yourself  BUSY  around here, but it doesn’t seem like there’s been much to do lately. For once, I’d welcome being wrong. ” A small joke to open up the floor. It was  SAD  to admit he didn’t get much interaction doing what he did. His days were mostly silence filled with the haunting groans, cries, and even laughter of the Lost.

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    A grimace forms onto her face, her mask blocking it from view.  She gives the other a nod in reply as she stares at the war torn room.  Broken weapons, and the bodies of slumbering lost littered the ground and told the story of a battle that took place here.  The revenant studies the area once more--whoever fell here clearly put up a fight.

      Their footsteps echo inside, and she turns as she hears a small voice from behind one of the bodies.  

jin waves his sword and you die

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   She sometimes misses the naivety she had when her memories were gone.  Since getting them back, it’s been harder to look forward in a path that could change everyone’s circumstances.  Ignorance is bliss they say, and she’s starting to understand why.  

  Her ability to mimic other’s blood code, and her revival--how unique it was that she could restore blood springs for her fellow revenants.  Like the bullet that pierced her heart so many years ago, it hurts to think about what could happen in the future.  

  They were in uncharted waters, and a mistake could drag them down into the abyss.  Such thoughts never ran through her head when her memories were gone.  Could it be counted as “growing up?”  Or was she always so pessimistic?  

  The drunk mutterings of the red-head who laid his head in her lap seemed to be feeling something similar tonight as his words sound like faint and uncertain, unlike his usual optimistic persona.  

  A hand comes to brush his hair out of the way, looking down with a small smile.  

  “Everything is alright today Yakumo.  And it will be tomorrow too.” 

   It’s a white lie, but she doubts he could tell her something different.  

Two Words

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    Without her memories, she had been a tad self-indulgent with herself.  The childish naivete that her missing memories caused had been a more open and honest self and contrasted greatly against her “true” nature.  Lately, she finds herself holding back more compared to when she first met everyone--less smiles as her serious nature took over.  

    Would it be a shock for the others? Maybe, but she can’t act like a child any longer.

    But his mumbled words make her freeze, turning to the dozing red-head as he rests on her shoulder.  The contact was innocent but she felt a wave of embarrassment form as her cheeks turn a little red.  No one else was around since everyone had decided to call it a night after a rough day in the icy mountains.  He had started to get sleepy awhile ago, slowly leaning on her despite her words to go to bed.  

    “...You would be more comfortable in a bed, Yakumo.”  She says gently.  When he doesn’t reply, she turns to see the slow rise and fall of his body.  She almost wants to wake him up but holds back again; instead she shifts and guides his body so he rests in her lap instead.  He stirs a little, but never opens his gold eyes.  

    A sigh from her sounds as she leans back into the couch, feeling fatigue begin to pull her eyelids down--