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The constant smell of smoke was the only guide they had, meaning she couldn't allow her nose to fail them now. Snow and water could muddle the sense, but so long as she had even a general direction, the scent was sure to grow stronger the closer they got. That wasn't what worried her the most though.

No, that was the brother following along behind her. There was no denying that even though she took point between the two of them, she was still shorter than him. Walking against the falling snow and ice was only going to do so much. And... much as she might like... she couldn't stop the snow from piling up under them.

Most concerning was their bodies. Her's was built for this kind of weather. Even if it wasn't, she was used to moving around in this kind of weather. Frost had been her primary "element" after all. It simply made her stronger.

But not him.

Despite that, she did what made the most sense to her. He'd not said a word since she had done so, just falling in place as they began to walk. Knowing him, he probably didn't like the idea, but in following along with her logic, saw it as the best outcome for both of them.

The sooner her nose could lead them to shelter, the better.

They walked...

and walked...

and walked.

The harsh winds blew in her ears, drowning out most of the noise around her that wasn't shouting. She couldn't hear the soft breathing going on behind her. The best both of them could do was just keep moving. The snow was getting higher and higher. If they stopped at all, it could very well be a death sentence for at least one of them.

After a time, she stopped. The smell of smoke grew ever stronger. There was more now... a physical light she could see. Judging from Artair stopping with her, he had to have seen them too. It wasn't just lights, but windows as well. No cave or overhanging then. Couldn't have been some restroom stop if there was a fire going on inside. Someone would be stupid to set up a firepit inside.

A small cabin perhaps? As an outpost for a long trail? That made the most sense.

Their pace picked up, as much as they could with the ever growing snow. Her ears perked up as a 'BANG' resounded in them. There was a new voice over the winds, calling to them.

"Quickly! Get over here!"

She continued to move, unaware that Artair had fallen out of place with her. It wasn't until she was close to the door that she turned around to see her brother was... gone. No, not completely gone. Through the haze, she could just make out his outline. He'd stopped from what she could see. There were screams echoing around them. She thought she had heard something among the wind as they made their advance. Now she was certain of it.

It was these screams, just muted out from the blizzard.

Salena had turned her head sharply to the woman in the door, since it was one, though she had a look of shock on her face, focused all on the bipedal wolf standing in front of her. Useless.

She took off back into the snow. She'd never leave Artair behind.

When she found him again, he'd pitched forward towards the snow, her arms reaching out for him with little hesitation. She brought her brother up into her arms, eyes peering down at him. This was bad. She shouldn't have taken her eyes off him until they were both at the door.

Those eyes pulled up, locking with the same woman he had come across. Her form blended into the snow, but it was still there. Screams filled her ears as she began to back away. She'd adjusted Artair enough that she could have one of her hands free... on the off chance she would need it. The pale woman had made an advance, her hand immediately drawing one of the swords from her side.

A undead might not feel need to fear a mortal weapon... but she didn't just carry these because they were light, or fashionable. A growl rumbled in her throat, "Stay where you are. These blades can touch the soul and steal them away. If you want to keep your's, then I suggest you... Back. Off."

Feet carefully carried her backwards, the woman who was behind the two of them yelling again. That sound had been her guiding point to know when she could actually turn around safely.

"Thank god. You actually got him."

Salena practically ignored her, and the man who was settled inside the building. Her priority was Artair. She carried him over to the fireplace, settling down in front of it. His clothes were soaked... and it wouldn't do any good for him to try to warm up while still in them. Not in the state he was in.

"Rude much?"

Ignored again.

Her hands came to his shirt and hoodie, working to pull them off. He might put up a fight, if he still had the strength to do so... but he needed the heat. She wouldn't be indecent enough to completely strip him in front of two strangers, but these covered his organs. Best to keep his body functioning properly, so these took priority to the rest of his clothing.

Once she'd managed to wiggle him out of his clothes, she adjusted herself at his side. She let him lean against her, head resting gently at the side of his face. She kept her back facing the fire, front on the man and woman inside this cabin... thing.

The woman had her arms crossed, probably still a bit miffed from being ignored. So, the man spoke up, "What the hell is that getup?"

Salena's eyebrow rose.

"Are you seriously out here in some kind of fursuit looking like you came out of medieval times in the middle of a snowstorm?"

Fursuit? Oh right... hadn't Artair mentioned something about those? All stuff she didn't care to learn about, simply accepted as bizarre to her standards.

"This is natural." She found herself pulling up a small bit of fur and skin, as if to prove a point. She supposed she could also change back to human form... but that was foolish given their current situation. Besides, she didn't care what others thought of her. Not on this matter.

"What...?"

"Nevermind that. I should thank you for opening the door for us, to stay at the very least rather than leave us to our fate. Who are you two?"

"Name's John Carlos, and this here is Wendy Carpenter."

Admittedly, keeping her attention on something other than the snow was doing some wonders against her own body. Assess the situation, be mindful of the other person with her, figure out the next step they would need to logically take. Her armor and fur were naturally made to withstand the weather, but it wasn't going to last forever. Her shivers from the initial hit would die down, but the blizzard would remain.

More concerning was Artair. He was significantly worse off than she was. Skin rather than fur. Clothing that was going to get soaked the longer they stayed out in the open. All he had to protect his face was his hood, and even that was not going to be enough.

Finding shelter was of the highest priority. Even if she had to dig a hole somewhere for them both to hunker down in, she would.

Or hell, maybe her vial could be a last resort option. A stone body wouldn't suffer much from the snow, and it would make blocking the wind and snow from Artair much easier... trouble was they wouldn't be able to move... not easily anyways. Flying was out too.

So they would walk.

Salena's ears pulled back, eyes narrowing as they fell on his hand. It was already turning red... they needed to move now.

He tried his phone... and while slightly helpful, couldn't give them a direction. Neither could his compass. She couldn't help the way her lips pulled up into a silent snarl. A random direction wasn't going to do them any good. He'd suggested seeing if she could hear or smell anything. Hearing wasn't really doing any good for them either... not over the roar of the wind from the blizzard.

She thought she could hear something else under it... but not certain. Not anything that would lead them to shelter.

Then her nose caught something. Smoke. Smoke was liable to be coming from some kind of fire. There wasn't anything else she could think of that would create such a source, at least not in this storm. If there was a fire going nearby, then it had to be in a covered space.

Salena turned her head back to Artair, "I can smell smoke. I'm going to lead us to it. Fall in line behind me and I'll take the brunt of the storm." Of course... she was aware of what this meant... asking him to do that. It all came down to trust.

She took a deep breath, turned her back to him, pushed against the storm, and began to lead them, following the only smell that might be their saving grace.

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #john carlos #wendy carpenter #additional player: NPC #townofcadence #event: snowed in #rp #tw; slight body horror #slight nsfw #tagging just in case #I did some PP with artair but let me know if anything needs to be changed #figured I'd get the two of them introduced #so this reply got LONG lol #still absolutely love the art in your post #maybe I can do that sometime #we'll see!

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Finding shelter was of the highest priority. Even if she had to dig a hole somewhere for them both to hunker down in, she would.

So they would walk.

Salena's ears pulled back, eyes narrowing as they fell on his hand. It was already turning red... they needed to move now.

She thought she could hear something else under it... but not certain. Not anything that would lead them to shelter.

She took a deep breath, turned her back to him, pushed against the storm, and began to lead them, following the only smell that might be their saving grace.

Snowed In

@talesofnovembria continued from here!

She'd initially raised a brow when Artair sought her out to help with some supernatural rumors. More than anything, it was more that he was coming to her rather than someone closer. More pressing was her stepping away from the Estate to deal with something like this. Sure, Cassandra and her husband didn't really seem to mind...

But Alexander was always the main issue. She could rant and rave about how she didn't care what he said about her actions... but that would be a lie. Assuming this outing wouldn't take too long, there really shouldn't be anything for him to complain about.

Salena and Artair might not have seemed like much... but they were a powerful force when they were working in tandem with one another.

Both of them had agreed to meet up at his gas station, moving through the ley-line rather than risking her gates. Smart really, making it mean she only needed one to get to Cadence. In turn, this also gave her time to gather supplies. The "mission" was pretty tame. Go to investigate the mountains and the anomalies that were taking place there. Vague was the word he'd used, and she agreed.

The set of saronite armor would be overkill for something like this... but even some casual clothes might not be the right call either. Supernatural meant dangerous more often than not. Having protection would work in her favor. As a compromise, she dawned her leather armor. Another perk was having some small bags attached to help carry her other supplies.

Supplies which included a strange looking whistle and a vial of sand. Those were the two most important things aside from her blades. No reason not to bring those too. If she didn't need them, then fine. If not used, having them with her would help channel any runic magic she might use.

Before long, both parties arrived at the station, her ignoring any strange looks that might have been directed at her. Logic and strategy came as second nature.

They stepped through the ley-line...

And were immediate hit by white.

Snow was one thing. Both of them could handle that... but this was a full on blizzard. A chill rushed up her body the moment her feet sank into the snow, frigid winds biting against the uncovered parts of her body. This was bad. Very bad.

She was used to dealing with harsh winter weather... when she was undead. It was entirely another matter now that she was alive again. Mad worse by her weakened health. The leather was at least doing its job from not immediately getting soaked. If they didn't do something soon though, they were both going to freeze.

Salena's head snapped to the side when Artair called out to her, shivers already starting to wrack her body. A portal? Right. A gate. Her hand came up, feeling the way the runic magic moved through her. Gates were easy...

Unless you felt your power immediately cut off before it can finish.

A chopped snarl erupted from her throat. Ok, calm down. Assess the situation. Was it just the gates? Her eyes fell back on Artair, moving her feet through the snow to bring up some ice to at least block one direction of the roaring snow in the air. Same result. It was cut off before it could finish. Her snarl increased as she called back to him, "No good. It's like someone, or something has silenced me."

Her hood and mask was good at keeping the snow out of her face, so it would be best for her take temporary lead. She pushed over to Artair, keeping her voice a little loud so he could still hear her, "Our best option right now is to find some shelter, if not to wait out the storm, then to make a plan and see what we can figure out before freezing."

"Are there any known caves or landmarks here that you might know of?"

It is a fleeting relief, seeing the snow dusting Sal’s coat, but not melting on the touch. Wolves used to be something he watched documentaries on while he worked on things in the shop—their coats, called a pelage, has two layers. One is meant to keep the snow and wind and rain out, while the other-- the undercoat—insulates and traps air, to keep them warm in winter. He can feel a fraction of a shiver he’s sure is hers, but at least she wouldn’t freeze fast; seeing the snow on her fur refusing to melt might mean she has that same pelage as a worgen. And thank the fucking stars too. Fur like that could keep the snow and wind at bay, maintaining her vitals and warmth well below zero. Its why wolves could survive so well up north in the frozen tundras. And with her living in a place like Sweden, her winter coat would likely be sticking around from the colder climate. She had a lot wrong with her body, but she for sure has fur, and that can’t--- it can’t work the wrong way like some of her can. So maybe this wouldn’t be so rough on her, even if it was unpleasant.

He pushes away a circling thought. His heart squeezes in his chest with a surge of – something, he’s not sure what, and it’s not worth the time as another howling blast of algid air whips against the two of them. He hisses, watching Sal begin her moment for a gate. There’s a tingling, a sense of magic, a sense of her own, before—nothing. Numb. Fire along his neck and down his spine and tears in his eyes that don’t make sense. The air feels thinner than before, like he’s spinning, but he doesn’t even sway. Is it his? Ugh--- he can’t tell. But there’s an emptiness, a sense of nothing like a hole in his chest, and he doesn’t need to see the lack of gate to know it didn’t show like it was meant to.

Something had to be blocking the spell.

He nods at her reaching the same conclusion at likely the same moment, barely hearing her over the wailing storm. It doesn’t seem worth trying a spell of his own. Not in these conditions where he can barely see a foot in front of him and everything aches and burns, and not when he’s a novice at best: if Sal can’t do anything, he’s sure they’d get the same result.

He reaches into his pocket for his phone, fishing it out with red fingers and curling over it to see the screen. Snow already patters against it, leaving drops. He pulls the hood over his head to conserve what heat he can, rolling his shoulder as his eyes flick over the screen. The biggest issue was not knowing where they were in relation to anything else, but he could see a trail with at least a dozen shelters along it, likely for surprise storms, and the safety of hikers. There’s some kind of town at the bottom of the mountain, but they’d never make it that far--- but if they could reach the trail, they might be able to find shelter.

“I don’t know where we are.” He shouts, brushing the ice from his face. His cheeks hurt. “But I see a trail. No caves on the map but I’m sure there has to be some around. We could move and look for some kind of shelter for a few minutes, but if we can’t spot anything in this storm, I think we should build a snow-burrow.” The words sound familiar in his ears, like Byron is right behind him sharing one of his survival kernels of wisdom. “I’ll see if I can’t get us a good direction.”

Artair slips his phone into his bag and produces a compass instead, a tiny thing the size of a quarter in his hand. The mountain was north of the town at the base of it, so if they could head south---

The needle wobbles, then wiggles more sporadic, before spinning wild on its axis. A shake does nothing to cure his compass of the erratic movement-- the needle didn’t seem keen to stop, and picks up speed. His frown deepens, before he shoves it back in his bag. His voice drops a little, dipping with a cough, before he forces it loud enough to be legible again. “I--I guess we pick a random one to move in. Unless you can hear or smell something that could h-help.”

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #event: snowed in #townofcadence #rp #following what we planned out #feel free to have them end up at the source of the smoke in your post #also see what I did there?#How far we've come

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talesofnovembria · 1 month

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She listened to everything he had to say. He was right again of course. Be it here, at the Estate, or hell... even back on Azeroth, there was only so much most people were willing to take in about her. And really... she was fine with it. Like he said, it's a shame.

But it didn't really deter her all that much, "Just means that those few who do see what more there is are worth keeping around. That means much more to me."

Salena fixed her gaze on him, even as the tongue came out and his crooked grin was once again plastered on his face. There's a hint of grin on her own as she crosses her arms, "And here I thought we were having a serious conversation. How on brand for you."

"I'll get you one day."

Salena raised a brow to him. Honestly, he hit the nail on the head on the whole matter. It didn't matter who she came across, everyone took her in to be this... emotionless, logic-driven, and sassy bitch who so many people just stopped there without taking a moment to see past it. She didn't have to share what shaped her to be this way, but people were supposed to be smarter.

To be fair, she should be as well... but that was never her strong suit. There was the aforementioned past. People were judgmental of her, so to was she in turn. She poked and prodded at people when the time arose. It gave her a better idea of the kind of person she was dealing with.

Such a military-like approach.

Didn't always work.

She hummed gently, giving a shrug, "Words can be just as powerful as actions, if given the right circumstance. They're better for working to eat away. To break someone down. Actions can show someone what words can't. It's a shame most people can't see it. Well maybe... they do, just not for everyone."

A small sigh, "But I am glad you do for me."

There was a pause where Salena had turned her gaze back on him. She saw the way his smile seemed to change. Being vulnerable was not easy. Surely that was something both of them could agree on. She dropped her walls around him... well most of them anyways. Was he keeping one up?

"Yes, ok Artair. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that's the truth."

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #townofcadence #rp

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Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to see him... at least not before Artair. Or hell, him before anyone else. There's no way her brother and Reverb lived by themselves in such a big place considering the shitty apartment they used to own.

But anyone probably would have been better than the one person who didn't seem to like her at all. Their last interaction had not gone well... The last thing she'd ever said to him was a message to apologize for her actions, prompting that he didn't have to say anything back to her.

Guess she should have known better than to expect he would have accepted it even if he had read it.

Salena turned enough at his stomping, turning enough that her back was not anywhere near him. Her eyes trailed down to the cigarette as he took it, pressing it into the fur and skin along her neck. It was like a small spot of lukewarm against her cold body.

Her head came back up, looking at him, giving a shrug as she kept her tone level, "You live in the same place as Artair. It was inevitable that we would see each other again."

🔥// (Reverb of course)

It's been a long time since he's seen her. The last memories he has are... hazy, admittedly, but he remembers the feelings; the blood, the sensation of axe cleaving limb from body. He remembers her dragging herself back through one of her stupid gates, and that was the last time he had seen her. The feelings he wrestled with then were complicated but they weren't now, now he was just angry. Wasn't that easier?

He notices her immediately and something within him flares, fiery hair pluming upwards. Without thinking he marches over, heels digging into earth with each hard stomp, and the cigarette in his teeth is snatched, pressing into her skin with as much force as it'll handle without falling apart in his claws. "Why the fuck are you here?!" Seems Reverb wasn't aware she had found their new address.

#bitch in armor: salena #estranged demon: reverb #ryouscared #rp

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Salena and Artair might not have seemed like much... but they were a powerful force when they were working in tandem with one another.

Before long, both parties arrived at the station, her ignoring any strange looks that might have been directed at her. Logic and strategy came as second nature.

They stepped through the ley-line...

And were immediate hit by white.

Unless you felt your power immediately cut off before it can finish.

"Are there any known caves or landmarks here that you might know of?"

I'll give ya a choice with this one. Artair with whichever prompt suits your fancy.

❄️🔥✨👻

Bad Situations ❄️ - trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm

It feels like being plunged into a bucket of ice, the second they pass through the ley-line, and his first thought is FUCK as ice finds its way against his neck and down the line of his back, and cold starts dampening his socks at the ankles. The second is immediate regret. Fuck--- fuck, why'd he ask Sal to come with him?

Not that she can't handle it, probably. Honestly she might be fine in the cold? Given some of her abilities as a death knight, it'd make sense. A body can get used to being in frigid temperatures too, if properly trained, and she spent a fair time in Icecrown and other frozen wastes. So really, this might be nothing to her.

Of course, that point might also be moot, given her status at the time was kind of....dead to the left.

Shaking his head, he focuses on their situation. He'd found something supernatural might be going on, since he'd heard about weird anomalies like wailing and something humanoid with long white hair that seemed to drift above the ground, approaching hikers at higher elevations in the mountains. He had invited Salena as a precaution since the data was vague, with the intent they'd either find nothing, or deal with whatever it was before things escalated too much. There had been mentions of some cold spots, but that was par for the course for some entities. And the mountain wasn't high enough to even see snow. He packed a thicker jacket in his bag, just in case, but there wasn't any evidence there'd be anything like this.

And they'd used the gas station ley-line for pain-free travel. Because they weren't trying to cross to Cadence exactly, they weren't guaranteed to land at the door of another ley-line when they were spit out. Which means they had to be near one, but that could be anywhere in at least a mile or two radius from here. And right now, the whole area was blanketed in deep snow, that definitely shouldn't be here.

So... priority one couldn't be an immediate exit. It had to be shelter. But that meant they were stuck here, not fully prepared for weather like this, given he hadn't found any info on any storms in the area. His skin tingled, both from cold ice brushing against his exposed arm, and where snow pelted the basin of his hoodie, but also with something electric. There was no doubt this wasn't a naturally occurring storm. Whatever was around here could be causing it.

Not that they could do anything about that, now.

"Salena!" He yells, so his voice carries over howling wind. He can see flakes already caked to his lashes, and frosting the tips of his hair. "Can you make a portal back?!"

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #event: snowed in #townofcadence #rp #I am good with all the ideas you came up with and worked them in from Sal's side #Let me know if I need to change anything #also yes #she is sporting the hood and mask from the set #just so you know #the whistle is the flightmaster's whistle for calling her dragons #and of course the vial is the vial of the sands

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Such a military-like approach.

Didn't always work.

A small sigh, "But I am glad you do for me."

"Yes, ok Artair. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that's the truth."

A bit of a silence hung over them... but their minds seemed to be on the same thing. Nothing Salena had said was inherently wrong. If anything, his affirmation meant he agreed with her statement. Those she knew... they were lucky in a sense. That was not to downplay anything anyone had ever been through. She knew well enough what damages could be done to one's self...

But war was another matter entirely. It wasn't even so much the constant war too, but being brought up in a place that was filled with so much violence. No part of Azeroth was truly safe.

Normal was never really an option for her now. Civilian more now that she thought about it. There were glimpses, moments of it when she was in places like around the Estate, or even here... with her family... her loved ones.

But her core was unchanged.

And she couldn't bare seeing someone like Artair in a world like that... even if he was more familiar with it than anyone else she knew... in more ways than one.

Salena found one of her brows being raised when he did finally speak again. Curious that he thought she did the same for him, rather than making it an outright statement. He just kept going and going and going... but she got the gist of it. She found a bit of her smile again, "You certainly understand me far better than most. You and I... we put up walls wouldn't you agree? It's hard to not only break them down, but to lower them ourselves. It's just that much easier to do around each other."

"You and I, I mean."

"And I am glad that I am able to help you, even if in some small way."

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #townofcadence #rp #careful #she's onto you

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But war was another matter entirely. It wasn't even so much the constant war too, but being brought up in a place that was filled with so much violence. No part of Azeroth was truly safe.

But her core was unchanged.

And she couldn't bare seeing someone like Artair in a world like that... even if he was more familiar with it than anyone else she knew... in more ways than one.

"You and I, I mean."

"And I am glad that I am able to help you, even if in some small way."

Her smile softened some. Without fail, he always seemed to have a way to help her loosen up from the tough wall she made herself be. There were others who could do that too... How funny that all of them were part of her family. Adopted and married. A peace she thought she might never have again.

She closed her eyes as he tapped her nose, soaking in his bright face. She gives a soft sigh, turning her gaze out in front of them, "I... worry if there were ever a time when you would need to rescue like that. I've made dangerous enemies. Not saying you haven't, nor are a stranger to danger, but your foes aren't what I would call..." She glanced around a bit, as if looking or the right word, "Tactical."

Ruthless.

Not wanting to bring the whole conversation down though, she spoke again, "And yet, you have been there... every time I've needed you, even if I didn't think I did. You have a certain magic in helping me from myself."

One's greatest enemy.

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #townofcadence #rp #Yes they do <3 #And I love them for it #Able to just get each other so well

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Ruthless.

One's greatest enemy.

On any other occasion, she would scold him for his extreme lack of self-preservation. It always seemed like Artair never had any. Even if he may admit that he would flee, part of her doubted that was the truth. It was more likely in her own head that he would stand his ground, risking destruction rather than turn with his tail between his legs. He'd only retreat to find a means to stand once again.

Never abandon.

At his smile though, she found a small one of her own. As much as she might say against him, there was no denying the point he had. Any of his friends wouldn't waste any time coming for him, were they able to realize he was in danger.

She wasn't an exception to that either.

Salena pushed herself off the wall, moving over to him so that she could reach up, ruffling his hair, "You do. And I will always come."

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #townofcadence #rp #I love them so much #So wholesome #Best siblings

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BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together

Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party

Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together

Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together

Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

#rp meme #rp starters

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talesofnovembria · 2 months

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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talesofnovembria · 2 months

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Never abandon.

She wasn't an exception to that either.

Salena pushed herself off the wall, moving over to him so that she could reach up, ruffling his hair, "You do. And I will always come."

talesofnovembria:

Little changed in her face at his quip. In her honest opinion, most people were lacking in both of those departments. Artair was one of the rare few that most of the time had their shit together. Still... he had a point. Of anyone, he would be the first person to act on an impulse.

Well... no more situation depending. Regardless.

Salena moves over to the wall, leaning against it. She found herself staring forward as she listened to him. Both of them had their own means of dealing with 'dangerous people'. She was one of force. Came with her own territory in her line of work... but she'd known her fair share of bending the "rules" and objectives if there was something that clashed with her set line of morals.

Artair was better than her, not a single doubt about that.

"The amount of empathy and care you hold for everyone is truly astounding."

"Fascinating even..."

"What do you do then... if your 'fuck it' attempt ever fails?"

He shrugs at her words. Knowing Sal, it's hard to tell if it's a compliment or an observation. Sometimes, it felt like many he knew saw emotions as some form of weakness. But it didn't really matter, either way; he would still choose to do things the way he did, every time, and he didn't need any praise for doing what was right.

Artair shivers at a spindle of electric current flitters down his spine. He isn't sure what it is, but he can guess, so he lets it pass without a word. His eyes flick to her, watching her against her own wall, her own gaze filled with her unspoken thoughts. Not that it wasn't normally. They both knew there was an entire world in there, even if she didn't voice much of it.

He hums at her question, rubbing at his chin as he mulls over the question. A second shrug bounces his shoulders. "I dunno. Most of the time it has. And when it hasn't, I do what I can to retreat for a time. And worst comes to worst, usually someone shows up to rescue my ass." He smiles, a crooked thing on his face, almost sheepish. "Got a lot of good friends, I've found." Even if it pained him to put them in the position of rescuer as often as he did, he could only be grateful for them and their kindness.

#bitch in armor: salena #bright brother: artair #townofcadence #rp

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talesofnovembria · 2 months

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talesofnovembria · 2 months

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Well... no more situation depending. Regardless.

Artair was better than her, not a single doubt about that.

"The amount of empathy and care you hold for everyone is truly astounding."

"Fascinating even..."

"What do you do then... if your 'fuck it' attempt ever fails?"

@townofcadence continued from here:

All he could manage in response to that was a snort. "Sal, when have you ever known me to be the smartest tool in the shed?" The smile he offered her was a touch playful. "Come on, you're the smart one. I bring more of a 'fuck it' energy to the table, I think."

Salena gives Artair an unimpressed look, her arms crossing as she offers a small shrug of her shoulders, "Have you considered the company we usually find ourselves surrounded with? You're supposed to be one of the smarter ones. Who else am I going to talk to on the same intellectual level?"

"But please, do enlighten me on what 'fuck it' thought was going through your head this time."

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@townofcadence continued from here:

"But please, do enlighten me on what 'fuck it' thought was going through your head this time."

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talesofnovembria · 2 years

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Ah electricity. What happened to the times of getting lighting from fire and lanterns? Oh right, she’s not back in her original home. They could learn a thing or two from her.

Her eyes followed Arthur as he moved, able to see enough of his outline in the darkness. The flame on the lighter helped, but it didn’t do much. She offered a shrug of her shoulders, “Doesn’t bother me any. Suppose now it’s a matter of figuring out what to do while we’re in darkness.”

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The dark was sudden, but not totally unexpected. The electric company had notified the Kingsmen that the power lines in their area would be undergoing maintenance over the weekend. So, of course, the blackout had to take place while Salena was visiting.

"Okay, uh, hold on a sec." Arthur said as he carefully maneuvered around behind the counter. He knew he had his lighter here somewhere...aha! "Here we go!" And with a flick of his thumb, the zippo lit with a bright, cheery little flame.

"Sorry about that. The electric company is doing their thing and uh...yeah, no power for us until they're done."

#bitch in armor: salena #reply #nervousmechanic

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talesofnovembria · 2 years

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in-nightmares:

It’s been a long time since Reverb’s been this angry, especially at one person in particular. It lights an inferno within him, stunted only by how god-awful the body still feels. If he had any clarity of mind he might even like it, feel more like his old self with that rage. It made him feel like he could crush entire cities if he so wanted. How unfortunate he’s stuck in such a miserable situation, trapped in such a weak, pathetic host. If this were a better situation, he would hold her down and tear her to pieces. If it were a better situation, he wouldn’t have lost to her in the first place.

“You’re close enough to be an aggravating, pestilent presence.” He hisses, eyes narrowed. “As if I don’t know they need work! Laugh all you want at my misfortune but the second I can muster it I’ll make sure to keep you out for good, mutt.” Every word is absolutely dripping with hatred, a special kind of loathing you might reserve for someone who had wronged you in horrible, unspeakable ways. It’s hard to imagine that all she’d done was take care of his wound, even if it had been forceful.

Even if she stays in place, Salena dropping from the tree is enough to make the demon retreat further into his cave, those glowing eyes growing more distant as he tries to keep the space between them. “It wasn’t your business then, and it isn’t now!” Reverb snaps, his voice echoing slightly off the rock walls around him. He grits his teeth hard, hands balled into tight fists at his side. Oh what he wouldn’t give to slam that metal prosthetic into her face a few hundred times. “Oooh you came to see how it was!” He mocks. “Oh it’s going just swell! Now why don’t you do us both a favor and fuck off.”

She’d contemplated keeping her distance away from him, though she found her eyes peering back over to the stones that made the entrance to the cave. More specifically the wards he placed. She finally moved from her spot near the tree, walking in a way that would keep some distance between them. One hand moved near the ward, “Hmmm... could probably keep someone out that’s not as magically inclined as I am, though there are ways to strengthen that, or just off magic entirely. Would just take a couple simple additions you know.”

She somehow doubt this was going to play in her favor, but may as well try. She wasn’t as good at these as her husband, but she knew enough to cut herself off. Her own medical room had to be.

Salena’s eyes met his own, glowing more from the darkness of the cave. It may not have been her business then, but since she had forced herself, she figured that it was at least now. Who knew what the others would think. She ignored him for the most part, “Truly lively. It’s a wonder if more than your mouth has so much fire in it.” She paused before she continued, “I will leave in a moment, seeing as you really are fine for the most part.”

#bitch in armor: salena #reply #annoyance number two: reverb

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talesofnovembria · 2 years

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in-nightmares:

Arthur tilts his head at her words, eyebrows furrowing lightly. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about, can’t remember. And Reverb hadn’t shown him. ‘I don’t remember it. I was really out of it, I think I was dying. Reverb didn’t show me what happened, either.’ But that made sense, considering how sensitive the demon had been about the whole thing. Still, whatever happened, he didn’t blame Sal for it.

He’s getting caught up in his own head, thoughts of his own failings returning to him all at once. It’s suffocating, consuming— she takes his hand? It breaks through his mind like a spotlight in the darkness, clearing those horrible thoughts out of the way to place a new one. She… wanted to be his friend? Or at least, to be there for him, if he wanted it. And he did, of course he did, the loneliness was one of the worst parts of his whole situation. It could never beat out the horrible things he’s been forced to do, but loneliness was up there too. Maybe that’s selfish, but, it’s hard to care right now.

His fingers tighten, enclosing with hers. His face seems to soften considerably, easing from his earlier pain in small increments. With his free hand he writes. ‘I’d like that, thank you.’ A small hesitation, before he adds on. ‘I don’t know if him slipping will do any good. We’re stuck.’

Reverb didn’t show him? That seemed a bit strange. If he wanted to make this Arthur fear her, wouldn’t it be smarter to show him? She hesitated a moment before she wrote, ‘You were. Reverb didn’t want any help, but wasn’t doing anything to help your body. I forced him down, stitched your organ and side shut. Before you passed out, he faded out, leaving you in a panicked state. I am guessing he ended up getting help elsewhere after I left you in the cave.’

Judging by him knowing her Arthur, she could guess where it was he went.

A smile came over her muzzle at his tightened grip. She peered down at his words, thinking on them. Stuck? In the same body sure... but was that because he really didn’t want to leave or was there something more to it? Her eyes peered to the side of her before up to his head. This could be risky, so better to make sure before they got into the thick of any kind of conversation, ‘Clearly he can keep you from seeing things. Does it work the other way around? Do you have the strength to hide things from him?’

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