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Offer my muse something they want, a superpower, a temporary ability, etc. BUT, you have to tell them what the catch is (a downside to the power or something they have to pay/do in return). See if they accept or reject your offer. Anon or not anon, up to you.
She was standing at the edge of Gateon Port, up the steps which led into the rest of the region and its vast desert. Where people parked their vehicles was nearby. She had a sign, cardboard and marker, which simply said “PYRITE??” in block lettering.
It wasn’t uncommon for Clara to hitchhike to get places when outside the city. Maybe people who hadn’t tried it didn’t know this, but a surprising amount of Orre’s residents were ready and willing to give someone in need a lift, if they were heading the same way. She’d yet to have any bad luck, and for that, she was grateful. It wasn’t the safest thing for a teenage girl to do alone, she knew that. But it wasn’t like any taxi service existed, and she could never have afforded a motorbike of her own, even if she figured out how to drive one.
It usually took between a half hour and an hour for someone to pick her up. This time, however, it was taking longer. Probably because of her suitcase. Clara didn’t usually travel with luggage, after all, and many people’s rides simply couldn’t accommodate the extra space required for baggage.
Two hours had gone by. If she wasn’t used to standing long periods for performance, her legs might have been trembling by now. Espi had gotten restless, coming out of her Pokeball to play around, and Oracle had followed suit to keep an eye on her. The three of them must have made quite a sight–a girl trying to get home, an Espeon weaving between her legs while levitating whatever caught her eye, and a Lucario putting those things back on the ground where they belonged.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer…
Cardia and Finis from Code: Realize ❤
((Heya!! I’m thrilled to have a muse that was once in the Dreamyard back here again! As I said on Jeanne when we first opened, I am always open for plotting, just hit the like button and we can chat threads!))
Baron looked to the little one, bending down to pat her. Rory looked on to the gesturing and sign preparation with general interest. Was she mute, then? How interesting.
“You’re a delight!” he said, clasping his had together. “And thank you for the performance. I used to tear up the corners around here. Never did magic, though.”
He laughed, crossing his arms again. Baron liked Espi, especially the costume, and continued to give pats.
You look quite cute, little one, he said to the Espeon.
“And your Lucario is darling.”
He reached into his pocket, producing some crisp pokebills as a tip for her performance, holding them out with a smile.
She smiled, half waving off his compliment but blushing at the praise. At least until he mentioned formerly performing here himself. Her eyebrows shot up at that, and she put aside her sign for a moment to sign to Oracle: ask him if he’s from here.
Oracle nodded, directing his gaze to the remarkably tall man as Espi looked rather pleased with herself. Thank you, she was thinking, this is my favorite to wear!
Oracle’s expression didn’t change at the darling part, but he relayed the question she had asked all the same as she started digging around in her supplies for her little whiteboard. She wanted to know if she’d heard of him before!
At the offering of--far too much money, as far as Clara could tell, she stood there awestruck for a moment before shaking her head, hand clapped over her mouth. That was so generous, she would say, but it was far too much for her to accept from a single patron. She was used to people with little money themselves, not considering the fact that this might not be a financial hardship to him.
Wrapped in bright paper, the box holds a bunch of colorful ribbons and a note. “Clara, I hope you enjoy these, the note says. I’m not sure what your favorite color is, so I got a bunch of different colors and patterns. Hope you like them!” ~ your Secret Santa
Her eyes widened, and she quickly scribbled out a huge all-caps “THANK YOU!!” on her whiteboard, holding it up with a grin. Clara couldn’t wait to try some of these in her hair!
Kimmi continued to bounce and sway happily in front of the town map. She was so excited and happy to be even remotely close to Clara that everything in the world was great! There was always the tiny little butterflies that fluttered in her stomach whenever Clara would send her messages. It was just like talking, almost! Well it was close enough for Kimmi and Clara’s uses.
When she heard the notification, she very quickly tapped open the message. Wait an hour? There was a desert? How was there a desert on the other side of this really pretty port ocean city?! That didn’t seem right at all!
“Whaaaaat?! Nooooooo!!! There’s no way there’s a desert outside this really pretty ocean city! That’s not how that works! Right? But what if I start and then we meet and go to Pyrite Town and then you can show me things and I get excited and probably get into something I shouldn’t?! It’ll be fun!!!”
Kimmi had never typed so fast and so excited in her whole life. Of course Kimmi wasn’t going to listen! She had to hitchhike to get to Clara like immediately! Beginning to make her way toward the edge of the city, she kept asking people what the quickest way to Pyrite was. And most of them stared at her like she was insane.
Clara had already grabbed her things and dropped them off at the hotel, and was on her way to the edge of Pyrite to catch a ride when she got Kimmi’s next message. Flooded with worry, she messaged back.
But Kimmi! There’s really not much of anything on the way to Pyrite from Gateon! It would be really hard to meet in the middle...
After sending, she waved the attention of a small truck’s driver. He was on his way to Gateon, with a stop at the Orre Colosseum on the way, and was happy to take her along for the ride. The delivery stop in the middle would take longer than Clara might like, but it was the best option she had.
Especially considering, if she knew Kimmi, there was no way she would listen and stay put anyways. So she texted out another quick message, fairly certain what the response would be.
If you can get to Orre Colosseum I’ll meet you there. But please if you can just wait in Gateon?? I don’t want you getting lost or hurt or anything!
Elliot waved her concerns away. IT was cute that she got so excited, he just wasn’t used to people being so excited about things. But then everyone was different. It was good to be excited, even if it caused a bit of loud thinking.
“That sounds good to me,” he answered. “I must admit, I know nothing about this place. I just like to go random places and see what happens.”
He stood, putting all of his things away, mostly with his power.
“Oh, and I’ll do my best not to listen in unless you want me to. I can’t always control it but I try not to be nosy. Where are we headed?”
She nodded, already having pushed back the tears. Turning her head to face him again even as she walked forwards, she pointed down a nearby street. It’s just a local sandwich shop. Not very far at all.
Clara wasn’t sure what to tell him regarding Pyrite. It could not be considered a nice city, or an open and welcoming one. But it was her home, and she appreciated it all the same for the people who had shown her kindness over the years.
When they got to the deli, the door was open already, so Clara just stepped inside and waved Elliot to follow her with a smile.
“Hello Clara! Would you like the usual today?”
She looked up at the proprietor and nodded again, beaming at him. Today was a good day, after all. As she fished through her purse, she thought to Elliot, I think I have enough to cover you today, if you need that.
Have you ever deleted/abandoned a muse before?
I have abandoned many muses over time, always with the potential to bring them back, though--I’ve never deleted a muse. I have soooo many blogs lol. I’ve had eight muses in the Digimon fandom, at least half of which probably won’t ever be posted on again. I’ve had even more in the Pokemon fandom, just because it’s larger and groups here are friendly to OCs. Currently I’m only playing three of like, the potentially over a dozen I’ve had. But two or three may be making a return very soon, if plans I have for something work out...
Has your character(s) changed over the time that you have been playing them? How have they changed?
I don’t know if most of my characters change much as I go on with them or if I just get to know them better than I did when I first attempted them. One who has absolutely changed, though, due to a series of plot happenings in multiple RP threads, would have to be my main Ken Ichijouji (Digimon). He is vastly different from when I first picked him up ~four years ago.
17 & 19?
What is your weakest point in writing? Angst, fluff, dialogue, etc.?Kinda depends on the character almost? Like, overall fluff tends to be a weakness because most of my characters just,,,Don’t do it well, but I feel like for Clara it’d come easily, whereas angst (which I’m normally on point about) would be tricky for her.
Do you prefer writing paragraphs or simple sentences?I don’t really consider my writing one or the other, I write a handful of paragraphs but I keep it simple compared to some people, I just like to get things moving along when it comes to RP writing.
What one character you’ve thought of RPing but haven’t yet?
There’s several, none in this fandom, that I once considered but never actually got to.
Alice from Digimon TamersSoo-Won from Akatsuki no YonaRyuunosuke from Fate/ZeroCardia from Code:Realize (Clara’s faceclaim--this would have been for a specific MFRP verse though)
In general I’ve been hesitant for reasons like ‘this character is super minor and idk if she’ll get any attention in this already small fandom’ for Alice, worries about attempting to branch into new RP fandoms for Soo-Won and Ryuunosuke and also whether I’d be able to do either of those justice anyways, the MFRP verse never getting off the ground despite me having already made a blog for Cardia, etc etc.
This is a mix bag of questions about your characters, personal writing styles, likes/dislikes, and more!
“I can’t move…!”
It wasn’t just out of any paralyzing shock or fear, either. Leaping up and back out of that window was Will’s first instinct, but newly discovered pain seized him the moment he so much as thought to put any more weight under himself. What stood out the most was his chest–it felt like he had glass poking at his lungs. Glass in his chest wouldn’t have surprised him given what he’d just fallen through, but the reactionary hand he gingerly brought up to his chest told him there was no glass. It had to be bone–ribs.
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She sighed in relief when he spoke, a faint smile on her lips at the ‘Thank you.’ Hopefully for now, her expressions would be enough to get across what she felt and thought. She shook her head as soon as he suggested she shouldn’t help. He was in no condition to be left alone, after all. He needed a doctor. She could maybe get him a discreet one, if she asked someone around the Duel Square...
Clara leaned forward as he tried to get up, hands hovering over his shoulders, not quite touching but ready to push him back down if necessary. He fell back on his own, though. She shut her eyes, sighing again as she waved her hand in front of her in a sort of warding gesture. Stay still, she wanted to tell him.
Quickly signing another message Oracle’s way, she had the Lucario speak into his mind as little as possible this time: She is Clara. Rest.
Holding up a finger to ask him to wait a moment, she shifted from her seated position, rummaging around in her bag for some things. She pulled out a bottle of Advil and a bottle of water, turning back to the injured man and holding them out to him after she’d uncapped both. The Advil probably wouldn’t help much, but it was all she had. She had no idea how to treat the sorts of injuries he certainly had; first thing after sunrise, Clara would look for a doctor. She would leave Oracle and Espi to watch over him as she did so.
But for now, he needed to rest. When he woke and it was daylight, hopefully he’d be well enough to read her notebook communications.
{ mom anon } well hello, clara! i know you have a hard time talking often, so i figured a good gift for you would be a whiteboard to carry around! see? it's small enough to fit in a backpack, but you can just reuse it instead of having to buy notebooks all the time! hopefully it helps out!
She’s crying. One hand is splayed over her mouth as the tears fall and the other is clutching the new gift. Hastily wiping her eyes on her sleeve, Clara uncaps the dry erase marker it came with and scribbles something down.
Thank you so so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.
She holds up the whiteboard and smiles wide enough her face hurts.
go ahead! send something silly! or perhaps, even sweet? anything that you think might make my muse grow a silly grin, go ahead and send it! it can absolutely ANYTHING!
