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The woman seemed surprised, was it so odd for a person to be polite, or provide a proper greeting in this city? Or did they just get straight to questioning others about the world around them? Well, whatever information he needed to find out he would find a way to do it on his own. The escort felt confusion welling up at the response and hesitation. It definitely wasn't custom for people to ask friendly questions to strangers then, at least not in this city. How sad.
"That's good to hear," the man nodded at the response. The kindly smile didn't vanish. "I'm good, really good." The man let out a slight laugh. He was still gaining his bearings of the world, but it was something that would take time regardless of how many people he did or didn't ask about the world.
A hand moved to the back of his neck. "Is it that surprising?" The escort asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Someone taking an interest in the well-being of a stranger over worrying about the city?" There were a lot of people uprooted from their homes, and he had already seen the strain it had on the people that had just arrived. A simple conversation was all the man wanted, possibly to make some friends while in captivity, but the reaction made him wonder if it would be a difficult task to make friends right off the bat.
It felt nice to be out and about on a day like this. A day when the sky was clear, the sun warm and shining, and Lucy in possession of money from a paycheck. There were no words to describe how she’d nearly cried upon first receiving it, knowing full and well she didn’t have to spend it on rent in order to stay here. That gave the mage a chance to actually buy things, like clothes that wouldn’t get ruined from reckless missions, or nice accessories for her bedroom. Perhaps she should buy a frame for a portrait she recently received.
Regardless of what she was doing when she went out, Lucy was content just to enjoy it. Things had been so bleak when she first arrived, with the whole lack of keys and general understanding, but somehow having a paycheck and a chance to spend it all on things she wanted rather than needed made it all better. Sort of. Having paused in front of one building in her thoughts, Lucy softly tapped her cheeks in order to keep moving. There was a lot to see, a lot to do, and staying in a single place wasn’t going to help.
The approach of someone wasn’t unusual, as Lucy considered herself a veteran question taker, and when the mage caught the glance of a man looking at her, she uneasily returned the smile he was giving as he approached. An inner sigh had her waiting for him to ask the usual questions, about where he was or what to do, but when that didn’t come she found herself a bit taken aback. “Huh? Oh, er, I mean.”
Did she know him? Was she supposed to know him? He’d approached rather friendly and asked her about herself, rather than the weather or the way to the nearest train station. This was new. “I’m doing quite well, thank you. How… are you?” Was she supposed to ask back? The awkward smile she had plastered on her lips threatened to crack.
#yoseirei#wow im slow...#sorry for taking so long#my muses have been all over the place lately.#Lucy: o1
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It would appear that the child was locked away in the city as well, that explained the absence of parents that had been on the escort's mind. Hands moved to reach out and pat the boy on the top of his head as though to offer comfort of some sort. The man kept a relaxed smile on his face, despite hearing the boy was trapped here.
"I see," there was a faint nod from him. "That's correct, I've been brought here as well." Though he wouldn't consider himself trapped until he started to try and get out of this place. Until then he would just consider it a lengthy vacation. As though detecting the boy's thoughts, his head canted ever so slighty to one side. "Is something wrong?"
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Conan wondered vaguely if he ha interrupted the man when he was doing something and he briefly looked a bit ashamed. He waited a moment, but the smile that spread across his face seemed to reassure the detective boy slightly. He was actually surprised that he did not ask him about his parents, not that they were here…
“I am…all right all things considered…” Conan admitted even as he seemed to be debating something with himself. “…are you trapped here?” he asked suddenly. “I mean…as well as me?” he asked, but he seemed ready to bolt as well, uncertain and unsure. However wandering around was not helping him any.
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Looking through one of her marbles, the girl’s gaze fell upon someone dressed in green. “Green is an interesting color, isn’t it?” Though she had mixed feelings, considering the movements of the Green Clan as of late.
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What a cute child. The man couldn't help but watch with a gentleness touching his features. She seemed to be staring through a small gem, or marble of some sort. He closed the distance and squated before the girl. "I've always been fond of the colour," he admitted calmly. Well, with it being the colour of his eyes, it helped. The uniform didn't quite matter what the colour was. "Red is a beautiful colour too," he took in the crimson outfit that she wore.
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"Ah?" Eyes were fixed on a very unusual looking woman, his head tilting faintly to one side. "It's my own. Why do you ask?"
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“You there-”
“Your garb; is that military? Was it your own, or native to this place.”
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People in this city really did have harsh reactions to the new setting. Or maybe his feelings towards it were far too lax. Instead of being upset, the man was content to laze around. Eyes watched the woman throwing her head into the water as if to clear her thoughts, it was somewhat amusing to watch. He seemed to have held her gaze a moment too long, she called out to him and he had no choice but to reply.
"Yes?" Hands were placed in his pockets as he approached the woman with a kindly smile. "How can I help you?"
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Finding the nearest fountain, she nearly stumbles over to it only to dunk herself headfirst into the pool of water below. Swinging her head back up and shaking the water out of her hair, she realizes all of the eyes on her as she’s doing this. With an awkward chuckle she sent a dismissive wave to the crowd until she saw one person with a gaze worth holding.
“H-Hey you! Can I talk to you for a sec…?”
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Halloween-y, horror and dark sentence starters for your sentencey needs.
"Can you help me hide a body?"
"I won't help you hide a body!"
"There are pumpkins everywhere!"
"What's the knife for?"
"Drop the gun."
"What do you want from me?!"
"Help!"
"Let go!"
"Ssssh, stop screaming."
"I won't have you screaming much longer."
"I can't breathe!"
"Don't touch me!"
"What happened to your face?"
"They're coming."
"We gotta hide!"
"Get down!"
"Can they see us?"
"Blood has such a strong smell."
"Oh my god, there's blood everywhere!"
"...Is that an arm?"
"Oh my god, I think that's a brain."
"Are those... corpses?"
"Smells like corpses."
"... B-behind you."
"Keep running, I'll always find you."
"I'm terrified."
"It's just me, it's just me... But we aren't alone."
"I think... I think there's blood on your face."
"Did you hear that?"
"Come out, make this easy for both of us."
"Run little rabbit, run."
"Can you not hear that?"
"Did you see that?"
"This place is creepy."
"Why did we go to a graveyard on Halloween?"
"Oh my god, are you hurt?"
"What happened to your arm?"
"I'll untie you, we gotta be quick."
"I'm sorry it had to end this way."
"You'll never see them again."
"Pumpkins are cool."
"You think you can escape me?! Think again."
"We can't stop them!"
"Rest in peace."
"BOO!"
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Somebody Screwed Up Starters
“Care to explain yourself?”
“What were you thinking?!”
“I cannot believe you!”
“You made a big mistake.”
“I’ll never forgive you for this.”
“You are grounded for a month!”
“I wish I could say I was surprised.”
“I should have seen this coming.”
“I trusted you.”
“I thought you were better than that.”
“Why should I give you another chance?”
“You did what?!”
“I thought you learned your lesson last time.”
“You’ve really screwed up this time.”
“Don’t even bother saying you’re sorry.”
“You can’t talk your way out of this one.”
“Yes, I still love you.”
“We’ll move past this. Somehow.”
“You’re going to spend the rest of your life making this up to me.”
“I think you owe somebody an apology.”
“Someday we’ll look back on this and laugh.”
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@saezuris
There was one promising thing within the city. It didn't seem as though he was going to have a boring time while he was caught here. There was an issue with the costumes that they wore, They seemed almost possessed. It was funny in a way. Instead of feeling worried about it, the man just continued to keep a bright smile on his face. If his own costume was causing an issue, it wasn't showing in his behaviour. Instead his mind seemed to be focused on other things, one of which watching others and their situations.
Giving up on watching the man stretched out on his bench before getting to his feet. "Well, there's one thing that can make everything better!" A hand wrapped around the hilt of the bloody wooden axe, and moved to rest it against his shoulder. The left eye that was missing, now safe in his pant pocket. The single remaining eye looked for the best possible person to spend his day with. Finally he spotted a stranger who, from Kinoshita's guess, looked like they could use a drink. Approaching the man, a wide smile spread across the escort's lips.
"Hey there. How's it going?" He spoke with an overly friendly voice. A hand extended to offer a handshake as a greeting. "I'm Kinoshita, and I was hoping you might want to go get a drink with me." He wasn't going to mention that it looked to him like the other could use a drink or anything. He would just keep it casual for now, with a wide smile that showed nothing of what he might feel.
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Character Development Questions
Send me one or more and I'll answer these in depth questions
What’s an important lesson your muse has learned over the past few years and how has that changed the way they live?
How does the time your muse lives in influence their lifestyle? Are they happy they’re born in their time, or do they fantasise about a different era?
Does your muse focus mainly on one long term goal or multiple short term ones? What do they think about the reachability of their goals and what are they?
Is your muse an optimist or pessimist and how does this influence their choices?
Does your muse have any irrational fears that hold them back in life? Do they come from experience (trauma) or is it, for instance, part of a belief system they have?
Is your muse looking for a long term relationship? Are they in one? What do they think of marriage and binding themselves to someone?
What does your muse get out of relationships (be it friends, family or a significant other)? Do they find it energising or exhausting to keep up with?
How selfish/selfless is your muse? To what extent would they sacrifice themselves for others and is there anything they’d not give up?
What does your muse think of time/aging? Does getting older scare them? (Alternatively, for immortal muses: How does their immortality effect their relationships with mortals?)
Does your muse believe one should always work hard to get what they want or would your muse take a kind offer without feeling the need to repay it? What do they expect when they lend/give something to someone?
What are your muse’s thoughts on race? Are they biased/racist? Are they aware of discrimination; do they participate in it or do they ignore it? Are they discriminated against?
Is the way your muse sees themselves similar to how others see them or is it (very) different, due to mental illness/keeping secrets/etc.?
When faced with a tricky situation will your muse be proactive or passive? Will they, for instance, try to get involved when they’re not or will they try to get away when they are?
Do they take control or give control or do they believe in sharing power? What are their thoughts on control versus submission (either sexually or in relationships in general)? What do they think of authority?
How materialistic are they? Do they often throw things out or are they hoarders? Do they store their memories in their heads, in photo albums or in countless of boxes of belongings in the attic?
Are they addicted to anything at all? Do they crave something when they haven’t had it in a while? Has this ever endangered them or others?
What prominent habits does your muse have and how would they respond if they were forced to change them? Are they adaptable or dependent on their routines?
What skills does your muse have and how did they come to have them? Was it hard work to learn them? What do they use their skills for? Are there any skills your muse wishes they had?
How concerned are they with their appearance and how do they regard the appearance of others? Do they find it important? Do they enjoy aesthetically pleasing people?
What does your muse think of secrets? Do they keep many or a few and what is their motivation to keep something secret? Have they ever been hurt by a secret someone else kept from them?
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Send me "Switcheroo!" and I'll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse's universe
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Drabble Me
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
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Tumblr Staff Inspired Sentence Starters
“What? I thought that’s what you wanted!”
“This is the solution, stop crying!”
“This is good cheese.”
“You ruined everything!”
“I’ve already made the decision.”
“I’ve already laid out the necessary groundwork, now work with us!”
“It’s like you don’t even care about me/us anymore!”
“Where is your God now?”
“I’m doing this because I love you!”
“You’re making a mistake!”
“Why do you hate me? Everything I’ve done was for you!”
“I can’t believe you did this. I’m leaving you.”
“Please stop.”
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(just in case anyone is curious, this is what im basing Kinoshita's costume off of.)
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"I forgot how fun it was to spend actual holidays in the human world. But this situation seeps a bit unusual, don't you think?"
#ca mini#ca event#kinoshita... don't you think you should be more concerned that you took your eye out as a prank and part of the costume...?
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Jobs? It sounded like a lot of effort. One job was good enough. Besides, too much work and you couldn't enjoy yourself. "A lot of jobs is a lot of wasted time. When would you evern have time to drink, or unwind if you had three jobs?"
“What’s the big deal? The more jobs you have, the more productive you are. I’ve got two and I’m even thinking of starting a thing on the side.” Says the rock who literally does not need to sleep.
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At least this meant one good thing, a familiar face was a welcomed sight, even if he hadn't been here long. An unknown world wad disconcerting enough without being completely alone. It was better the fact that it was someone so reliable. He could definitely count on Saeki. There was little about the situation that could be fully understood, but good things came to those who waited, and Kinoshita was definitely patient. He had all the time in the world to figure out the situation and find a way to escape it; assuming there were any plans to escape in the first place.
If there was one thing that people knew about the escort, other than the fact he loved to drink, it was that he was also far too laid back. The man had a wide grin on his face, a hand instinctively going to the back of his head at the scolding expression in his companion's face. "Really? That doesn't matter right now. I can find it any time~" He had it remembered so it wouldn't be too difficult to locate. All in due time.
Sheepishly the man continued to rub the back of his head, eyes shifted away for a moment before a laughter escaped. And then, just as he thought he was going to be turned down, the offer was accepted. Great! Now this was going to be a good welcoming party.
The drinks would come at a cost, of course, but it was something that Kinoshita was ready to accept regardless. A good couple of drinks were well worth discussing the situation. In fact that was what he was partially after. "Fine, fine." He spoke cheerfully, a hand reaching out to pat Saeki on his shoulder. "I know some drinks that I'm sure you would really enjoy!" The man started to led the way through the streets before pausing. Wait... Where the hell was he supposed to find a bar?
"So, you've been here a bit right?" At least it looked like he was more comfortable in this setting. "You know any good places to drink?"
The prospect of familiar faces from home, especially since finding simply one out of many, had not been struck from his mind. After all, it had been an easy conclusion to come to. The appearances would most likely be random, unorganized, and varied over time, but there was no doubt in his mind he might end up with more than one coworker in this foreign place. After all, it’s quite plain to see the arrivals are by the whims of whoever are in charge. If they chose one, then obviously others will follow.
Himself, however, has adapted– to an extent. It’s something of a culture shock, but being one of the more technologically knowledgeable of the escorts came in handy. A lot of things still had to be handled, but so far, it was easier to relax in the confines of his new supposed ‘home’. This didn’t stop Saeki’s mind from occasionally wandering with regards to the job he could no longer perform while stuck, but at the very least it had been somewhat less frequent. This let him focus on more important things.
Running errands for self-keep had become the norm, now that he was living with unfamiliar figures. Groceries among other things–plus more clothing, since he’d found himself with a single other outfit. Take into account it was his uniform, and that added up to a need for more suitable attire. He’s got nothing but a single bag at his side today, small in size and contents, but plans are to return to the apartment and put them away before heading out again.
It’s much like the scene from earlier, when he realized Kirishima was here, but now it’s inverted. Footsteps halt the moment his name hits the air, and the familiar voice clicks within moments. There’s a slight shuffle as he turns on his heels in time to see the taller escort push his way through the crowds, a small smile already spreading on his lips. It doesn’t take much for him to be reached, and by then he’s already prepared for what the other is going to say–
But that doesn’t stop the small sigh from escaping at the usual declaration of drinking and alcohol.
“Kinoshita…I’m glad to see you, but is that really the first thing you should be asking? Maybe your housing would be of more priority.”
He shouldn’t even be surprised. It’s all he ever hears out of the other’s mouth– beer, wine, alcohol of all kinds. Saeki’s posture shifts as he tilts his head up slightly to regard the other with a pair of scolding blue eyes that soon soften with the sagging of defeated shoulders.
“But I suppose there wouldn’t be anything wrong with a glass or two, if you’re willing to have a proper discussion about our situation.”
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The city was an oddity... Though anything from the world of humans could be considered odd. There had been so much time spent in the world of demons, that Kinoshita no longer understood much about the world of humans. The city held so many surprises and unfamiliar things that he wasn't certain he can get used to. This place needed time that escort didn't want to spend here. Drinking was his only saviour. Wandering the streets was getting dull, especially when their was no purpose to the wondering other than to learn more about the world. He would need to find something other than drinking to fill his time.
It was while lost in these thoughts that he could hear someone approaching him. A voice called over to him, and the head craned to the side. Eyes watching the approach of a young boy. That was a surprise. He had yet to meet a child in this place, so the man was a little taken back when the kid just openly ran over to him.
Soft green eyes were fixed on the boy's face, a kindly smile spreading across his own lips. "I'm good," The voice was friendly and almost too relaxed. "How are you?" And where were your parents, was the question he had been avoiding asking. It wasn't good for a parent to allow a kid to just wander off on their own. Not that a demon knew anything about good parents, his own being gone so long ago.
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Conan was going to have to… stop running around. He was really going to have to stop running around. He could keep telling himself that, but he did not think that he was going to be able to convince himself or his body to stop the action. Luckily, or unfortunately, his stamina was not anything, especially without his power running shoes. How the scientists had deactivated those, he was not sure. However he really hoped he could find a way to reactivate them in the future. He felt so damned weak without them. He was back to his body’s strength without those shoes and that was absolutely nothing!
He leaned against a wall panting slightly as he glanced about the area. There had to be someone who knew something that was going on! He looked up and he froze in slight surprise, noting a male that seemed to be walking the city. He was dressed in a rather elaborate uniform…some type of military? Well who better to ask about the city than its local military or law enforcement?
He darted up to the man, his sapphire eyes shining slightly, as he cranked on his childish charm.
“Hello!” he chirped slightly, waving his hand slightly. “Sir, my name is Conan Edogawa, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said and he bowed in respect. “How are you today?” he added. Keep subtle, he told himself. People were more willing to divulge information when they thought he was a child.
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