oh, honey !

Lavender, chamomile, mint, lavender, chamomile, mint, lav-- Honey’s train of thought stopped abruptly, the herbs she was trying to remember for the healing bath already forgotten. Damn it, now she’d have to check her research again. But-- right, the reason she stopped, was that...? Hela’s door? Open? Honey stuck her head in, curious, as the other girl hadn’t been at HQ in quite a while. If she was being honest--then again, when wasn’t she? Perhaps when she was being polite, however-- she’d been all nerves since she noticed the absence. It wasn’t like Hela to cancel one of their sleepovers without a little forewarning and it had been weeks. Weeks! “Hey! Where the Hel-a have you been?” Honey had meant for it to sound like a reprimand, but. Well, she couldn’t resist. “Wait, are you--?” her eyes quickly tracked over Hela, each bruise and cut standing out stark against her skin. “What happened to you? Was it the dinos? Why did you come to me? I was healing at the front lines all night.”

“ if i am then i’m a big ass snake.” she scoffed unbothered by the other player pointing their staff in her general direction.  the good thing about being in the martial arts class… patient defense. she wasn’t a huge fan of the muggy heat on this floor or the bugs. still it was a good idea to get to know her surrounding, if for no other reason then to get more information about prima ( and what was up with this waterfall.) it still struck her as odd, to have it right smack dab in the middle of this floor- could it be a distractions? sure, what was the likely hood that they would have to fight another water creature? slim, but it was better to be over-prepared than not prepared enough.  skittles tilted her head from one side to the other. watching her for a moment longer. “besides the snake were here first so you’re in their territory.” she posed nodding her head towards the woman’s staff. “you mind pointing that thing at something other than me? i might take it the wrong way.”

her response caused him to sigh inwardly, he’s gonna have to up the ‘normal’ english. he was certainly right about her being cute though, and he didn’t mean physically, that didn’t matter to him, he just meant her whole demeanor was less brash than others he knew. mars scoffed out a laugh an shook his head, finding a solid path of rocks to cross the stream with and joining her on the other side, a mixture of hopping and dancing as he crossed them. “wasn’t calling you peach, i was calling you a peach, there’s a difference.”

he glanced down at a fairly large rock before sitting on it, “so you mean to tell me that in this entire game, this world designed to kill us, you’re most afraid of snakes?”

Honey’s cheeks pinked. “Oh. Okay, then. As long as you weren’t-- not that Peach is a bad person, but-- I just didn’t see the uh, resemblance.” Or the brash recklessness that the other player cloaked herself in. 

It looked like Mars was here to stay, since he was making himself comfortable. “I-- well not most afraid, but just because there are bigger things out there that can kill me, that doesn’t mean that the little things can’t do the same if they’re determined enough.” Honey shrugged and knelt down to continue collecting her spring water. “But now that I think about it, I can’t really remember seeing any animals around here. Which you would think might be a gathering place for them, you know, water and all.” 

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following. | for @sloanandrews

Their first impression of your muse: oh no, isn’t she the one who left circus? I mean she left, that has to mean something, right?

Current impression: I can’t believe I actually have a friend here, someone who knows my name and would actually notice if I go missing for a few days. Probably even send out a search party. 

Are they attracted to your muse?: She thinks Hela is attractive, but doesn’t think she’s available. 

Something they find frightening about your muse: When necessary, she will kill other players. It’s something Honey has had to come to terms with, but she still isn’t sure she could do the same. 

Something they find adorable about your muse: How she’s willing to have sleepovers when Honey asks (if she’s a bit too scared to spend the night alone)

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic:  platonic dates! all the time!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: warm

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Nope!

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following. | for @padmeonline

Their first impression of your muse: she seems way too nice to be in Catalyst it doesn’t-- oh shit this is the best croissant i’ve ever had?

Current impression: She’s so sweet and caring and she was really understanding about that thing with Radish why can’t she be my mom

Are they attracted to your muse?: She thinks she’s very pretty but in her head she’s already been categorized as a Mother Figure

Something they find frightening about your muse: She hasn’t seen Padme in a light other than endearing

Something they find adorable about your muse: How sweet she is to members of other guilds, even if they’re not from one of the “good” ones. She seems like she’s always willing to extend an olive branch. or a slice of freshly made bread

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: No, but she would do everything in her power to help her.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic:  a friend date? definitely! 

One word my muse would use to describe yours: hope (not hopeful, but the embodiment of hope)

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Not! in a million! years!!!!!

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following. | for @playernoir 

Their first impression of your muse: Wow she’s pretty. And she can fight.

Current impression: Bitter. I can understand that she’s upset, but she probably pays more attention to me now than she ever did at Blood Oath.

Are they attracted to your muse?: Definitely but she doesn’t have a chance in hell.

Something they find frightening about your muse: Her anger. Honey doesn’t think she would do anything to outright hurt her, but she wouldn’t help her if she was in danger either. 

Something they find adorable about your muse: Her pouty face when she doesn’t get what she wants.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Honey isn’t big on sacrifice, but she would help Noir out if it was possible.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic:  it doesn’t seem likely 

One word my muse would use to describe yours: angry.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: no, never. there’s no point in violence against players unless it’s self defense.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: at one point in time she would have wanted to, but now she’s too scared to go near her.

for @playerhercules

Their first impression of your muse: He’s a strong leader, someone who can lead us to the end. 

Current impression: Mostly the same

Are they attracted to your muse?: Yeah but who isn’t tbh???

Something they find frightening about your muse: He doesn’t seem to have much tact and that can cause problems for negotiating with other guilds.

Something they find adorable about your muse: She hasn’t really seen a softer side of him just yet, she just sees him as a leader.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: If it was the only way for Revenants to go on and make a difference, she would.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: he seems too important, but she would love a platonic date to pick his brain and get to know him better

One word my muse would use to describe yours: powerful.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: she wouldn’t dream of it.

          noir hummed when honey answered her, very obviously only half listening – and that was being GENEROUS. she didn’t want to hear anything that someone who could so easily switch on someone who practically became their family had to say. “ oh, yeah, he seems like a great guy. ” she tried to hide her scoff, but it was difficult. you know who WAS a great guy ?? JUPITER. she couldn’t imagine abandoning him and jumping ship so quickly. “ glad you’re enjoying yourself, though. ”

Honey’s bottom lip wobbled, and she tried to keep herself calm. “I just... I didn’t fit in at Blood Oath. This feels like a better idea for me,” she said, her voice low, trying not to let Noir’s obvious distaste for her cut too deep. It only made her feel as though she made the right choice. If her username wasn’t hovering above her head, would Noir have even known it? “We’re not enemies. I didn’t join Circus or.. or Catalyst. If we found ourselves on the battlefield again, I’d still have your back. I’m just trying to get out of here. All of us. The Revenants are dedicated to that.”

Jal had been lurking around the floor, doing their usual - following people who seemed to have an idea of what they were hoping to find. When they saw Honey, they knew she was bound to find someplace where there would be high quality potion ingredients. Soap and potions weren’t the same, but they were close enough to pique Jal’s interest in following the redhead.

Once it seemed she settled down, the solo player emerged from behind a couple of trees, ready to look like they’d just stumbled across her. “Oh! It’s just me,” they said, raising their hands. “Not a snake. See? Hands.”

“Oh thank god,” Honey gave a sigh of relief and lowered her staff. It was rude to point a weapon at a friend. Acquaintance? Honey liked to think they were friends. “I’ve never been happier to see hands. Or you, Jal.” In an unsubtle move, Honey looked for Trouble behind the other mage. “And where’s your other half today? Or well, furry other half.”

Climbing probably would have been easier, maybe even safer, but Nightingale was afraid of heights. Not like ‘oh wow this is really high’ more like ‘I would rather walk five hours out of the way than climb more than five feet high.’ It was an irrational fear, and she knew it was extra, yet she still walked all the way around to find a different way up. By the time she finally heard the stream of water, leaves were tangled in her hair and tiny scrapes and cuts covered her bare skin. When she burst through the grass, she didn’t expect to see another player and the surprise was evident on her face.

“Whoa! No, definitely not a snake!” she laughed as she attempted to comb leaves out of her hair, “I’m just Nightingale, a really freaking tired mystic. Nice to meet you… ummm… what’s your name?”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Honey chuckled, lowering her staff. “That makes two of us. Uh, tired mystics, I mean, not Nightingales. Although that would be pretty awkward, right? I’m a Honey.” She pointed to the username above her head. “I mean, you can call me Honey. Do you, uh, want to sit? I know the trek up hear isn’t an easy one.” .