#unsettlingvoid

With the city still in half-ruin, it was strange to even be back, standing on top of the wall in the shadow of their former tower.  Leaning against the rail, Diego’s eyes shifted from the hazy buildings and instead towards the exo that he’d come to stand beside -- Blaise, who’s blue eyes gazed down but seemed distant.

He’d heard about what was happening between Blaise and Dallas, to a point, mostly second-hand. There was a point where he would have been excited beyond believe to hear that it was happening -- that the Wonder Couple was falling apart. But now, he couldn’t find the energy to feel happy about it.

If anything -- he felt bad for Blaise. Even though he was an exo, Diego could see the sadness etched into the warlock’s face. Something that he could relate to. Letting out a large huff from his nostrils, he searched for words, ones that weren’t as sharp and spiteful as usual.

He’s thrilled - as usual. The small exo regards the other with excitement while his ghost hovers right above his left shoulder. "This is g-gonna be fun.” He states, looking up to Blaise.

8. Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

9. Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

I’m going to answer these both together because they’re kind of related to each other.

I like a nice balance. I absolutely LOVE angst, I am the Angst Queen. There’s nothing I love more than some serious drama, whether it’s stuff that I made up (like Diah + the Cabal) or stuff I’m plotting with people here (looks @ ship partners).

There’s a certain thrill in putting characters through horrible stuff for me, as strange as that is. Writing has always been a coping thing for me? I guess? Being able to cause a horrible situation but have control over solving it. idk if that makes any sense, butttttt

like I said -- I like a balance. I generally want a happy ending with things, or a semi-happy ending. I don’t like absolute tragedy being the endgame of my characters plots and stories.

for the second parts of the questions --

what would make Diah the most happy? it’s hard to say. I don’t think Diah even knows what she wants in life, right now. She wants to Kill Bad Guys and protect the city, but at the same time, gets bored when things are too quiet and safe. One day, when she’s grown, maybe the best thing would be to find out how to appreciate Peace.

what would break her heart the most?  not sure about ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK but a few things that would crush her -- being forgotten about. being exiled for her dumbassery. losing Prestigious (her best friend) or him not liking her anymore.

10. What do you love about your muse? 

It was all so familiar. The sun setting in the distance, painting the clouds and snow with gentle pastel colors. The tinge of warmth that lingered from it, fighting with the cold chills as night began to come. The feeling of Dev beside him, right where he was supposed to be, his light gentle and familiar and ultimately comforting.

Ricochet felt Dev's fingers touch his own gently, and he shifted so that his hand could turn over, their fingers twisting together. Dev gave his hand a gentle squeeze and Ricochet's chest bubbled with a strange air of happiness, his mouth pulling up in a small smile.

He moved, then, pressing his face against Dev's shoulder, a mumbled word. "Dude..." Was all it said, but really, nothing else needed to be said. Letting his eyes dim, they were silent for a long, long moment. The sun slipped under the horizon almost completely, the sky growing darker in it's shades before Ricochet spoke again.

questions for muses | ACCEPTING

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

Her home life was…interesting, to say the least.  She had a good childhood, she was happy.  But being raised as a Guardian would definitely throw a wrench into things.  She’d known from a young age what her role would be - the Speaker made that much clear.  And she accepted it.

Growing up with Guardian abilities posed its own challenges.  As soon as she could understand what was being said to her she had to be taught how to control her abilities, lest she hurt herself or anyone else.  She’s naturally a Stormcaller, and arc is especially viable.

Her childhood was anything but normal.  She has little experience with interacting with people her own age - being raised by Guardians and around them constantly will do that to you.  There weren’t really many other children around the Tower, which led to her being very awkward with people her own age.

In short, her home life was good, if a bit strange.

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

     Laughter filled the empty halls of the Ishtar Academy, distorted by the slight chortle of mechanical flutter. The smell of smoke lingers, becoming heavier the more one pushed towards the creature that shatters the silence of the overgrown institution.

     Bits and pieces of what might have been Eliksni soldiers litter the floor just beyond the threshold of a burned doorway. The metal frame is still hot to the touch and it appears as though its sliding door had been welded to its housing.

     Deep within the library’s expanse, a Warlock stood with his gear giving off considerable amounts of steam. Every vent that lines his frame is expelling the excess heat and struggling to break free of the armor and fabric that cover them.