#missmakepeace

(Continued from here)

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all. Something elegant and showy, maybe, for those who like that sort of thing. A masquerade set, or historic costumes, perhaps.”

The teen began to sketch out some forms on the paper, with simple shapes on each.

“It would cover both floor-length and ballgown dresses, and a number of suits... Adding matching robes to the slender dresses would flesh them out a bit, I think.”

A thoughtful look was given to Diane.

No. That was way too close.

Sissel arched his back and hissed as the girl carelessly stepped on his tail, and though he felt no pain, he was obligated to let in on his mind, anyway.

Mun Asks!

♥: Would you get along with your muse? 

I’d get along with Iori, but I’m not sure he’d get along with me, haha. He might tolerate me. But I’m hella silly, and he’s um... Not so outwardly silly. 

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

U ok there buddy? (lol)

✉: Are there any RPers you admire/are inspired by?

Of course! I love people who can so naturally just get their character. So it’s like you’re RPing with the actual character, you know? And there are so many people that I interact with that I can’t name them all without this getting to be a loooooooong post, man.

There’s also a friend I made that isn’t in Citta, but has wonderful insight and characterization on not just Iori, but a lot of the Elite Four (From Kill la Kill)

♫ - An entry about old memory from my muse’s past.

Nudist Beach Headquarters, Day 16

The vacuum rescue device is finished, aside from hooking all the wires together. Inumuta is currently taking care of that for me, seeing as I’m currently confined to a bed to sleep. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve slept since Tuesday...

I can handle the work--that’s the easiest part. It brings me closer to what Satsuki has... Is fighting for. I won’t let her down. I won’t let the others down, either. 

I know they’re doubtful she’s alive. But I know better. And I won’t stop fighting for her. They’ll see. Until then, I have to put this down before Jakuzure literally sits on me to stay put (she’s heavier than she looks...)

Luke’s always been taught to be polite to ladies, and he’s hung around enough older women to know how to be a proper gentleman: but this lady in particular strikes him as… curious, and Luke wonders why.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you and making you drop your bag, miss,” Luke begins, because an apology’s the first thing he’s taught to do when he’s had another streak of that clumsiness that’s gotten him into tight situations more than once, stooping down to swipe the purse from the ground before straightening up and politely handing it  to the blonde with a serene smile— “Here you go!”

He should be leaving by now but the curiosity too much to ignore: so he suddenly splutters, “Uh— have I seen you someplace before….?”