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So last night, my roommate and I were on our way home from Steak and Shake. We were driving down this main road in town, and this drunk guy stumbled right in front of my car. In an attempt to save this drunken fool's life, I slammed on my breaks and honked at him. He then proceeded to flip me off, scream at me, and kick my car. I go to open my door and kick his ass, and he slams the door on me. Then as I go to look for my phone to call the cops, he runs back across the street to a party (which won't let him back in of course, so he runs down the street).
I literally just don’t understand how someone can be SO drunk and have SUCH a violent nature that they kick a stranger’s car then slam a 5′1″, 120lbs female in her own car door. I just don’t understand.
--But I was really going to kick his ass.
Okay, but what if I did make an InuYasha muse...?
Her pale green eyes follow him as he steps away from where he was leaning and comes to sit down next to her. She’s happy to see that he’s not nervous about the heights, at least. That it could be dangerous never occurs to her; it’s one of her favorite places in the city. But below their feet a couple of early sailboats bob on the wake of the ship, and during the summer a jumper would likely be impaled before they hit the water.
“Apadiel,” she offers with a grin. “Some people call me Padi.”
Apadiel doesn’t mind the nickname. It’s a necessity, and she wouldn’t be able to stop people from doing it if she tried. It’s a way to fit in just a little bit more.
“So, Howl, what brings you to my fair city?” It’s not what she thinks of as home. Home is something much farther away. But this is hers, her territory, if she had to put a word on it. She’s protective of it, doesn’t like when new not-quite-humans come within the borders. But for him she’s willing to make an exception.
Apadiel. It seems like their names make them two peas in a pod. Unusual names -- unheard of, really. Though Howl knows his name comes from a misunderstanding (or a rumor), he wonders if Apadiel’s -- or Padi’s -- parents just didn’t want her to find anything with her name on it as a child.
If she had parents, that is. He still isn’t sure he could assume something so mundane about her.
As for her question, Howl squints against the sun and watches a little sailboat fight the current.
“ My portal in Berlin was... compromised, “ he says flatly, disregarding how absurd and crazy he would sound to someone who didn’t know magic, “ I had to find another place to do business. This just seemed like the best option. “
He looks at her, waiting to gauge some kind of response. How surprised she is will help him figure out what she is. If she’s familiar with magic, then ideally she wouldn’t seem too shocked. If she’s not, well then... Howl needed to start thinking of a cover-up joke.
You have anything for 'portable sunlight?'
Portable sunlight — it possessed all the same qualities of natural sunlight but with a time limit. It was certainly doable, and Howl knew the spell; however, he didn’t have any of the ingredients for it in the castle. It took many obscure ingredients — most of which were challenging to find.
“ Not currently, “ Howl said. He paused, smiling before continuing, “ —but I can get it for you if you promise to let me take you out for dinner. “
Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say. Jane had had enough people give her that look to know he was suspicious. She also knew that wasn’t the look of a confused shopkeeper. That was genuine suspicion.
“I grew up there. My dad has a farm.” How much explanation did he want?
If she grew up in Somerset, she was British. If she was British, she was not a native of Ingary. As far as Howl knew, he was the only person who actively traveled back and forth between the two realms. Most people of one realm didn’t know the other existed. He glanced at Calcifer to see the fire demon peering at her just as suspiciously. Neither of them seemed to sense anything magical about Jane, which only provided more reason for suspicion.
“ --If you grew up in Somerset, in England, you shouldn’t be here, “ Howl said seriously, “ Surely you know that. Ingary and England exist on two different planes. How did you get here? “
"How drunk are you right now?"
Angel giggled, obviously a little bitwell… very drunk.
“Mmmm I dunno. A– A bit. Maybe.Not a lot, I… don’t think. I feel perrrrrfectly fine, yup. Yup, yup.Couldn’t be.”
“…You have very beautiful eyes.Quit spinning, I want to see… them.”
Howl rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop from grinning. Drunks were funny – he couldn’t help it. While this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he suggested taking Angel out to drinks, he supposed he might as well enjoy the humor while he could.
As she tried to look at his eyes, he grabbed her arms to steady her because obviously he wasn’t spinning, so her world had to be doing somersaults.
“ Do you want to stay? “ he asked, “ Or do you want to go? “
[ ♔ :Finding your muse wearing their clothes ]
♔: Finding your muse wearing their clothes
When Howl opened the front door to the castle, the last person he expected to see sitting before Calcifer at the hearth was Carlotta DiRusso. Shooting a severe look at Michael (who rightfully shrunk back behind the workbench), Howl slammed the door closed.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I live here!” Calcifer replied incredulously.
“Not you,” Howl dismissed the fire demon, setting his seething gaze on the woman, “You.”
“Calcifer let me in,” Carlotta said nonchalantly.
“Oh, did he now?” Howl mused, glaring at the blaze in the fireplace.
“Hey, she wouldn’t stop banging on the door,” Calcifer said defensively, “You try listening to that for more than a couple minutes.”
Howl’s blue, shallow eyes narrowed. Beneath the blanket the dreadful woman had wrapped around her shoulders, Howl could see a white shirt – his shirt.
“–That’s my shirt!” he said.
“My clothes were wet,” Carlotta told him, meeting his glare with a steady gaze, “It was storming earlier – surely you know – and this was the closest place. Michael gave me this shirt.”
Howl shot another glare at Michael, who – if possible – shrunk even further back behind the workbench. Howl let out an aggravated noise, rolling his eyes.
“When your clothes are dry, go away,” he said, heading for the bathroom, “This isn’t a homeless shelter. Calcifer, hot water.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the fire demon grumbled as Howl disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
“Shows what a l i m i t e d i m a g i n a t i o n you have then, sir,” he replied aloof, crossing his arms as he scowled. He wasn’t about to admit to anything to the strange bloke what called himself a wizard–and actually was a wizard, but that was beside the point.
His scowl only deepened as the man continued to insult his city. London, well it certainly wasn’t clean, was it, but that was like being mad at the sky for being blue, it was just a thing a body couldn’t fix.
But he quickly adopted an eager, vaguely apologetic expression as the wizard made his offer. It certainly sounded like it could be an interesting spell. “You reckon you can teach me magic?”
“ I reckon I could, “ Howl said confidently, “ If you’re t r u l y wiling, it’s entirely possible. It will be harder for you than some -- you don’t seem very naturally talented, but not many are -- but if you’re willing to work, it can happen. “
“ The key to magic -- successful, p o w e r f u l magic -- is preciseness, focus, and forethought. If you think about what you’re doing, do it accurately, and concentrate, almost anything is possible, “ he explained, pausing before adding, “ --I say almost anything because, for example, there is no cure for the common cold. Even magic cannot solve that. “
{ Angel grinned, shaking her head. There it was again, that name. She couldn’t help but wonder if he really knew that it was her, or if angels actually were something else entirely. }
“ Oh, but maybe you’re biding your time. Perhaps you’re waiting for me to feel truly safe before you strike. You seem clever enough to do so. After all, you are the one with the advantage here. You know my name, but I don’t know yours. You’re still nothing but a kind, awfully suspicious stranger. ”
“ And I only stay in one place if there’s something or someone worth staying for. … I haven’t decided yet. ”
{ He returned the grin. There was a compliment in there somewhere -- amongst being called ‘suspicious’ and having his worth be decided. }
“ Howl, “ he said, “ My name is Howl. And clever as I may be, giving you a false sense of security is not on my to do list. “
{ --Not yet, at least. It seemed like his current falsity was proving to be enough. }
{ He raised an eyebrow at her last statement. }
“ Well then, “ he said with a laugh, “ Let’s work towards a decision, shall we? Would you like to go for a walk? The fields between here and Upper Folding are stunning this time of year. “
tagged by: allariian tagging: plaguedaughter, hxneycraft, a-riotous-beauty, croifiain, forgottenangelic, emeraldapadiel
BASICS: name: Kelley. age: 21. preferred pronouns: She/Her. sexuality: fuck if i know anymore i’m gunna bang who i wanna bang zodiac sign: Aquarius. taken or single: Single. three mun facts: 1. I’m a waitress at Applebee’s. 2. I’m currently under contract with Sony International to act in two short films to demonstrate the capabilities of their newest line of cameras; however, since I’m acting through my university, it falls under “student films” and I don’t get paid. (insert bitterness here) 3. I’m a hella soprano who will never be able to play any soprano roles because my physique plays against my vocal type lol
EXPERIENCE: how’d you start RPing: I think my first experiencing doing anything roleplay related was on RuneScape... My character was named Kagome Nani, so I did a lot of stuff in the InuYasha fandom there haha platforms you’ve used: RuneScape, GaiaOnline, and some other forum thing I’m forgetting... worst experience: I don’t think I’ve done anything I would say was a horrible experience.... best experience: One time on Gaia, I was in a Tokyo Mew Mew roleplay that literally lasted a year. The story was long and detailed and we kept coming up with things to make it continue and wow it was awesome
MUSE PREFERENCES: original or canon: Canon. favourite face: Like, faceclaims? Motherfucking Natalie Dormer. Anyone who uses Natalie Dormer is my hero. least favorite face: idk? There aren’t many faceclaims that repulse me I guess haha multi or single: Multi.
WRITING PREFERENCES: plots or memes: Both. best time to write: When the muse strikes (which is usually at really inconvenient times lol) do you like your muse(s): I like some of them more than others. I play a lot of asshole muses, and there are times when they do things that literally disgust me. One time my Erik muse from The Phantom of the Opera threatened to rape someone. That was awful. Howl treats women like objects which I SO do NOT stand for in real life, but that’s Howl. So I like them when they aren’t being dumb. how long (months/years?): Oh man. Since I was 10-ish? So I guess about 11 years now. female or male: Both. I tend to play more males, but I just connect with more male muses I guess haha fluff, angst or smut: Oh man, with Howl? Idk. Probably fluff?
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