#hemospecter

Jack the owl wears a bowtie, and a 'SECURITY' vest that has a pocket where he keeps his glasses when not wearing them. Jill the owl can usually be seen in a 'Kiss the Cook' apron and has a purple bow tied to one of her 'ear' tufts.

Inky/Noctis is no longer a discrete muse. They now exist only as Jack's blood, with no secondary body. They are incapable of fully leaving his bloodstream without killing him, and thus will not attempt to do so in the realm of the living.]

character development asks.

[Answering for all three splinters.]

3: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

PIZZERIA: The heartbroken owl looks up, sadness apparent in his dull eyes. He'd be poor as dirt, were that the case. Perhaps an ex-millionare of some fashion. The world was his for the taking, and instead it somehow managed to take from him. He sighs and shakes his head."Thirty years ago, I would have said inspiring others. Fifteen.. it would have been my wife and daughter. Now? ..I think I might be all out. The others, they try - very hard, actually - but I can't shake the feeling they have ulterior motives. I can put on a happy face for the kids, but.. it's a shadow of what it used to be."

FRIGHT: This owl, though, hasn't suffered quite that much. He's had his losses, but none so shattering. He considers for a moment, then shrugs.  "Well, same thing I've always done; exploring new worlds with my friends. It's just that I can do that literally, now, instead of only through books. Hehehe~! Ah, dating a goddess sure is interesting."

SCRAPBOOK: The owl chitters in delight, a warm blush lighting up his face. Aww, come on. Does he even have to say anything?  "Heh. Cuddling with Haven is not work."

9: Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?

PIZZERIA: Ha! As if anyone would want to keep a worthless husk like him around. Another sigh and shake of the head. No."Everyone's always so nice to me, but all I can do is take.. I miss me being cheerful, too. I miss knowing that I'm worth something."

FRIGHT: The owl laughs. Oh, he's gone above and fucking beyond! He is an incredible friend to have! Instead of any direct answer, he merely points at the resurrected Sarah Albarn with a beaky grin.

SCRAPBOOK: The owl shrugs. He kind of hops around a lot, leaving destruction in his wake. Still, he has this close-knit pack of dorks that people occasionally get added to, such as a certain lovely cat."I'd like to think I have."

13: What do you love?  Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?

PIZZERIA: After a pause, the owl looks away, shutting his eyes tightly. He begins to twitch every few seconds as he sobs inside the owl mask. The shadow owl quickly appears from behind to snuggle him."If he is still capable of loving anything, they would be reading and Lynda."

FRIGHT: What does he love.. He already said something about exploring worlds. He nods. Yes, he certainly has been doing plenty of that, lately."Well, of course! Those things aren't going to experience themselves, you know."

Morality Meme

👑: Is your muse honorable?

The blonde grins. Are they kidding? He commands honor. But, seriously.."I try to be. It's not always possible in this line of work, though. Sometimes things do get a bit underhanded. But, anything I do, I try to make sure it happens to people that deserve it."

The babbler's response is a resounding shrug."Doing my best, right?"

The owl nods. He does his best to be decent. The golden bear witch, on the other hand.. Well, they no doubt remember the story where she nearly drove the cyborg toads into extinction. Nothing could possibly make up for that.

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

With a loud snicker, the Rogue shakes his head. Absolutely not. He's murdered children before, you know. But, sometimes it feels good to be bad.

The babbler blinks, then nods. He is the healer, after all. If anyone starts to break down, it's up to him to fix it."If nothing else, I'm making an effort to be the next Rupert."

Oh, of course the owl does! He inspires the next generation, and keeps his friends in good spirits! He's always tried to lead by example! He chirps happily and nods. The golden bear witch, meanwhile, flattens her hand and gives it a shake. She can be pretty nasty if she wants to.. That hasn't happened in a while, though.

[Bonus question from an anon!]⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

The frowning puppet shrugs. Laws are merely constructs of the powerful."It doesn't count if you don't get caught. I try to keep my promises, but there has to be a few people I've disappointed.. Spoken vows are a bit easier for me to forget, compared to everything else."

The babbler taps his beak in consideration. As far as he remembers.."Don't think I have. Doesn't really matter now, though, since we basically write the laws. As for promises.. never really made too many of those."

The owl chuckles. Ignorance of the law not being an excuse is bullshit; have you ever seen how many laws exist?"I dunno, probably. As for promises, uh.. Well.. Sally and Jenny, er.. Probably Valery, too? I don't even know anymore. I owe a huge apology to everyone who ever fell in love with me.. I just really hope I don't end up hurting Sarah somehow."

Morality Meme

[No muse specified.. ALL OF THEM!]

The blonde, sporting a smirk, giggles at the question. He's freed a number from their mortal coils. Some of those he kills even end up becoming his family."I am the Rogue of Life.. I have been known to steal from time to time. Death is meaningless to someone like me, anyway."

The babbler shrugs. Much like the question of romantic love, that situation's just never come up before. He does a spectacular job of sidestepping that."I'd try to avoid that, of course. Everyone's capable of fending for themselves here. But, if I really had to.."

The owl hums, his beak twitching as he looks down at the floor. The whole reason he started doing this in the first place was so more people wouldn't get hurt. Besides, if there was a threat, the shadow would dispatch it. With an uncertain expression, he looks up."..I guess?"

The golden bear witch gently wraps a paw around the owl's shoulder. She nods."Of course I would. It is my sworn duty to protect my flock, after all."

The chipmunk merely raises a finger and flicks a sewing needle out of it. These claws have tasted blood before, and if need be, they shall again without hesitation. We have a good thing going here, and anyone who attempts to ruin it will swiftly regret that decision.

Throwback Thursday - Send ✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

[I'm assuming by 'everyone' you mean the main six, because holy shit I am not writing that many reactions.]

The owl hoots in delight as the cat kisses him. Giggling as his cheeks flare up a bit with red lights, he wraps them up in a brief but tight hug. In lieu of a return kiss, made impossible by his lack of lips, he rubs his beak against the cat's cheek.

The golden bear witch, on the other hand, does have lips. Which she very much uses when she tilts the cat back and smooches them on their own lips."Hello there, dear~."

The chipmunk squeaks in surprise, accidentally tossing her book away as her tail stands straight up. She really wasn't expecting that! Her face fully lights up bright red, which she soon tries to hide with her hands. She's too busy giggling and mumbling that she doesn't even notice the cat leave.

Down in Maintenance, the babbler waits. Nearby movement jolts him awake, and he finds himself looking down at the cat. He's caught off-guard by them leaning up and kissing him. Well. Uh. What's this about? Is this some bizarre way of thanking him for the repair work he's done on them?"Er.. You're welcome?"

And, off they go. Upstairs, at the prize counter, the grinning blonde taps away on his laptop. Ooh, it's Haven! What could they want? Ah. What a pleasant surprise! With a chuckle, he eagerly gives them a return kiss, as well as a head scratch. How cute of them."It's good to see you too, sweetie~."

Send “I dare you to kiss…” with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

[It’s frizzynightshift, u shades-wearing dummy.]

Smooch Kayla? Right the hell away! But, the backup puppet finds himself being shoved aside harshly. He grunts as he slams against the wall.. Did his answer just get hijacked? Who would have the balls–..?!“I’ll be handling this one.”

[Also, you should specify muse, or that happens.]

A change in shape will be needed, though. It is a bit difficult to kiss someone whilst she has a beak. Her golden bear witch form will have to suffice. After making the shift, she steps into the security office. Good thing it’s pretty quiet tonight.“Good to see you’re still with us, dear. Very good~.”

Leaning over the desk, she pushes the guard’s chin up and gives them a quick kiss right on the lips. Then, she stands back up with a smug grin.. Gah, why does everyone who works here have to be so cute?!“Hehe~. Sorry about that. Dares and whatnot. You know how it is.”

Send “💺” For my muse to sit on your muses lap.

The golden bear witch, spotting an unoccupied lap, is quick to plop down on top of the cat.. Hm, no, this doesn't feel right. She's too tall like this. They ought to be sitting in her lap. Bringing a paw to her snout, she giggles while patting them on the back.  "Hello there, dear."

Since nobody's around at this late hour, she can assume a more appropriate form. Her yellow fur turns black, and seems to burn away. After a minute, the small shadow parrot is all that remains. The little 'child' in the suit smiles widely beneath the beak. There, that's better! She reaches up and gives them a gentle peck on the cheek.  "Sorry to bother you, but, I wanted some attention from a pretty kitty~."

Send 💜 for my muses reaction to being hugged tightly

[Context]

All it takes is a little help from your friends. This is hard work to be doing alone, especially if the management has it out for you. He is only happy to offer a moment of respite. Nothing special was going on tonight, anyway, so the least he could do is make someone’s life just a little bit brighter.

The woman probably thought they weren’t going to wake up again. But, no, here they are. Tricking people is too much work. Snuggling with them is much nicer. So, that’s what he did. Standing up along with them, he giggles as the guard pulls him into a warm hug. He’s quick to return it, of course.  “You’re very welcome, miss~.”

The room then brightens as the dark hazy mist filling it pulls in and re-forms into the shadow owl. She’s been obstructing and throwing off the others all night. Her gently glowing red eyes curiously regard the woman.  “Feeling better, dear?”