SheenaāsĀ āfavoriteā Chosen, Zelos Wilder. Having to think up cheesy pick-up lines all the time made my day and that tragic backstory is my weakness. Always a rollercoaster when playing him, since it was like playing dual roles (who Zelos acted as and who he really was).Ā
9. Which muse is the easiest for you to write and why?
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10. Which muse is the hardest for you to write and why?
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What makes you think he dances? Honestly with his skillset he could probably be a HELL of a breakdancer but as it is he only sits and swings/taps his feet.
Ultracrepidarian: What do they think they know more about than they actually do?
All people, of any species/other group heās dealt with before. Heās canonically sexist and pretty much everything else possible-ist, but itās lowkey: he just assumes something true of one person in a group is in a way true of the rest of them. Has something to do with being a great warrior from a feared warrior race, he expects everyone to naturally share traits. Unless someone does something to prove otherwise (which can be subtle, really), heās prone to forming quick judgements and assuming theyāre true of everyone. That said, heās not offended by being wrong, especially if itās the more interesting outcome. He can accept any new knowledge.
Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?
Not really, heās spent so much time space-traveling where there are no seasons and it doesnāt really matter anymore. His overall mood and outlook are also very hard to change in general.
Emi woke to a weight on her chest, her head throbbing. Her first instinct was to murmur Haruhiās name, to which she got no response ā the silence was a bit disturbing. It occurred to her that she couldnāt even hear the other childās breathingāconfusion swept over her, and she reached to move the weight off of her chest.
Upon touching cold skin, she froze. Whatā¦? Whoā? No, she didnāt have to ask who; it was obvious. But she didnāt want to admit it to herselfāher mind raced and she grew dizzy searching for some other answer⦠and then panic hit her, all of a sudden, and she pushed the body off of her, pressing herself back against the wall as she stared at the unmoving face of her younger friend.
āćÆā¦ ćÆćć²ā¦ļ¼ā she whispered in horror, hoping that she would get some kind of responseābut silence only answered her. Trembling, she reached towards her friendās body, running her fingers through the childās blood-soaked hair. Why would the doctors do this, she wondered, although the answer was a no-brainer, to poor little Haruā¦
āę»ććŖćććā she whispered, withdrawing her hand from Haruhiās hair to hug the body close to her. Blood stained her chest, but Emi didnāt careāshe was sobbing now, scared and angry and confusedā¦
⦠and sheād stay like that until she grew too weary to cry anymore, and fell asleep clutching the cold, dead body of her best friend.
Itād taken much longer than it should have to build, but the two had finally managed to build a somewhat functional blanket fort. The process had left Emi rather tired, as trying to build something with only one hand was rather tiring, and Cuddles had only been of a little help.
They both crawled into the fort, and the first thing Emi did was settle down right next to the boy (there really wasnāt much space in the fort, anyways) and lean her head against his shoulder, mumbling aĀ āthanksā and then anĀ āIām sleepyā as she closed her eyes.