#colmilloazule

To her knowledge she’d nary accrued neither Title nor an Enemy which would bear animosity for her person -- and therefore, surprise contorts neutral expression as an eye-patch is handed to her. Head bows, a hand rising to gently touch a leather strap obscuring the left side of her face. ( She was maimed, and durst not make another look upon her mutilated visage. ) Fondness traces where an eye once was, ghosting o❛er the material afore swiftly -- deliberately -- she removes the make-shift bandage so that she mayst put on the gift he had so given her.

He paused for a moment, as though contemplating the question, a deceptive casualness clear in his mood — negating any previous illusion of seriousness.

✈ - Pet Peeve's.❅ - Another muse I'd like to play.

I don't have many pet peeves really and it takes a lot to genuinely upset me, but I guess something I strongly dislike is when some role players have a certain feel about them that makes it seem like they're on a pedastal because they play a character "perfectly", or their writing style is more articulate and expressive, and the like. I'm not at all saying you shouldn't have some confidence in what you're doing because even though I joke around and say "I'm terrible at this, etc." my confidence is one of the things that makes my muses stick. However, if you're super picky about how another person is playing a character and you always have criticisms that feel like they've come from a negative place. Or, hell, even if you just flat out ignore a majority of players because you don't think they're as good as you (and I have dealt with the ignoring thing before... it sucks) ... not only is it annoying, but it just sucks the fun out of role playing, really. And if it's not fun, what's the point? Though, before conclusions can be drawn, I should probably make a point to say that I haven't run into this at Citta. You guys have been awesome so far.

He'd seen the other from afar, surprised to see one of the arrancar in the city besides Nel. But this one looked like the more laidback type. He hadn't seen much of him, so he wasn't sure what he was capable of. He wasn't concerned though, if he was in this city, odds were that he was stuck being on the same level as everyone else. That meant that if he got out of hand, Ichigo could probably handle him.

Those were definitely a pair of feet poking out from under that bush, and to think that she had been on such a pleasant walk, too.

She nudged one roughly with her foot, frowning.

"Are you dead?" Wait--was that snoring that she could hear?"Well, apparently not."

Another sharp nudge with her foot.