#cxnderfalls

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

A champagne flute held aloft as she approached her. Eyes fully appreciating the design of her dress, Moriarty inclined her head ever so slightly in greeting.

      The days which passed by in aggregate similarity had strewn one bleak and bleary afternoon into the next. Business as usual ran like clockwork beneath the prying eyes of those inherent to the world above, while below there remained those who toiled effortlessly in the benefit of Hive City’s infamous underground.

Here Roman had made himself well as home observing the comings and goings of those deviously like-minded in nature. Of course, all good things did come to an end, for it was in the melodic song of a glass heel against concrete that all things foreboding presented.

Such a meeting was by now a long time coming; whispers and wonders having met Roman’s ear now and again of a dark-featured beauty bearing his name on her lips. Yet for all the praise there was to speak of delicate hands and a smoldering gaze, no one knew better than he the caution to be exercised before such a wildly treacherous temptress.

Resolve steeled against the rhythmic chime swiftly approaching, Roman turned bearing a smirk to face down the woman whom had wordlessly called him to attention, daring a look of astonishment as within earshot she drew.

      ❝My, what a pleasant surprise.❞ The redhead bothered not to mask the degree of sarcasm which did accompany his tone, both hands settled atop the curve of his cane as the criminal held his ground against the impending firestorm.

      ❝To what do I owe this impromptu visit, I wonder? Don’t tell me you’re down a mutt to do your dirty work.❞ Openly daring was this point of contention, the smirk he held unforgiving in it’s clarity. ❝If that’s what you need, there’s been no sign of those brats of your’s for several weeks now. But if they should stop by, it would be my pleasure to pass on your regards.❞

Instinctively, she turned her head the other way, dipping her head down so her face was masked by her hair.

“N-no.” Ignore the sniffle. “You kidding, cutie? There’s absolutely no crying here.” She tries to smile through it, maybe that would make this more believable.

“But you don’t seem like one of them.” Adachi said, leaning over the counter the two stood at. Normally he was much more subtle when it came to ‘greetings’, but there was something about this woman. Not only his own instincts, but that of his Persona also keyed in on it.

And he was not one to miss out on an opportunity.

The woman who crossed paths with Cross (more like he crossed her path) looked like someone who could stare him into stone, and honestly, the priest found it... exciting. In fact, he found it more than exciting when she gave him that look. You know, that look where she completely brushes him off? Yeah, that look. He was gonna try and flirt with her anyway, since Cross Marian lives on the side of danger.

“Now, what’s a... capable young woman like yourself doing in a dump like this?”

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe

Survivor Information:

Name: Cinder

Title: The Queen

Abilities: - Can keep Followers Longer.

Cinder’s dominating personality gives her an edge on maintaining followers. Even simple pigmen will follow someone who is capable of keeping their attention long enough, but with someone with such a charismatic will, all sorts of followers will be compelled to remain in her employ for much longer.