#conarting

1. Why did you choose the character you play?

I've liked Ibuki since I first saw her character design, waaaay before SDR2 was released. At that time I was (still am) a hardcore Leon/Sayaka fan and we often joked about how she was their "zombie daughter" with how much in common she's got between the two of them.

Then the game came out and I loved her even more. I can play her easily because she can say the most random bullshit and still be IC to an extent. Also I'm a music fan, and the fact she's a super musician is a big plus to her being my most favourite character of the year. Everything about her is perfect and I wish I was as positive as she is because optimism is something I strongly need in my life.

2. Do you associate yourself with this character in any way?

Associate is a strong word, buuut I can say I have some little things in common with her? I like cracking jokes and saying random things that come out of my head at the moment. We also enjoy music and have a loooong list of songs we like, though she may be more cultured about it than I am.

I wish I had enough guts to actually give myself piercings and dye my hair as awesomely as she does, tho.

10. Are there any songs you associate with your muse?

2nd Person gets: A chaste kiss

[ Mioda can't hide her actual excitement over doing something like this. Neal looks and sounds a lot more mature than she is, but that doesn't mean she can't do something to repay all the times he helped her. That sort of kindness is so rare nowadays, and she treasures it more than one can imagine. ]

"Don't think too much of this, ok? Consider it an extreme way to say thank you for everything!"

Well, goodness, she wasn’t actually expecting anybody to take her up on the offer.

It was all quite taboo and exciting, dancing with strangers— well, real ones, not just royals of the court whose names she could never remember. The blonde gave a small curtsy and a smile. The man before her was well dressed— almost surprisingly so. While she had never seen such a style of dress, the clean cut suit the man wore was crisp and sharp, giving him a very professional yet handsome look.

“Well alright then! But I’ll have you know I’m well known for dancing back in France." She boasted in a jesting manner, and putting her hands delicately, lightly (almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all) around the dark haired man, she let him lead in a simple dance. It wasn’t too intimate, nor was there an awkward gap between the two dancers— it was comfortable, and once they agreed on a tempo without words, Marie decided to speak.