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Kyrie and Recordare!

requiem / accepting.

KYRIE - what are your muse’s thoughts on the afterlife?

      Her knuckles press against her mouth, not to hide a smile, but a forlorn look. She can’t hide it, however-- her eyes betray everything. She’s an open book, honest even when unintentionally so.

    “ If there’s one... I wasn’t allowed in. ” Beginning, beginning. “ There was too much I had to... ” Too much I had to warn about. Too much I had to witness...

RECORDARE - what is your muse’s least favourite house chore? which is their favourite?

    The next question is remarkably more relieving, and she sighs a little, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

    “ Um, I usually did the housework back home, so I never really had a problem with doing it. Other than the... obviously kind of gross ones, I think cleaning the shower and bathtub is kind of tedious. ” She looks up. “ Oh, but I do really like cooking! Does that... count as a house chore? Sorry if that’s kind of a basic answer... ”

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    Rose is gonna be here ( right beside you, she’s the one, who will nev-- ) in Spiralefes, hanging out at the following locations: 

NO PLACE LIKE HOME DECOR: She’s looking for decor that she had in her old home near Cumberland College, instead of the house down in Mexico. 

A ROARIN’ BOREALIS SKATING RINK: She never really had the opportunity to do something like this before, so thusly! She was drawn by the bright glittering lights-- and she’s not very good at skating, but she’s doing her best.

REFRESHING FRUITS: She’s interested in botany-- all kinds, not just flowers. Plus, who would pass up delicious fruits like that...?

SEED-GROWING CEREMONY: Same motivation as above-- her keen interest in botany and flowers has lead her here. She’s a little nervous about not having any super formal clothes, but at least her usual dress is... dressy enough.

TASTE OF HOME: Maybe one day she’ll find out why. For now, all she has is the memories, and what better way to feed those memories than to feed on memories themselves?

      Like for a starter, or if you have any ideas, DM me!

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REQUIEM  ASKS  /  WRITING  EXERCISES

introit - if your muse could revive one person from the dead, who would it be and why?

kyrie - what are your muse’s thoughts on the afterlife?

offertorium - what piece of art describes your muse?

domine jesu christe - write about the last time your muse was tempted. 

sanctus - when they wake up screaming from a nightmare, who is it that your muse calls for?

dies irae - how does your muse handle rejection?

lacrimosa - what does your muse smell like?

pie jesu - imagine someone asks your muse “what have you become?” write how they respond to that question.

tuba mirum - what does your muse look forward to most about growing old/er?

rex tremendae - what does your muse fear most about growing old/er?

benedictus - someone is selling jewelry on the side of the road. what piece catches your muse’s eye?

recordare - what is your muse’s least favourite house chore? which is their favourite?

agnus dei - does your muse attend church regularly? if so, describe the church / religion. if not, why?

lux aeterna - does your muse have any mental illnesses? if so, what are they?

libera me - write a small drabble about why your muse is awake at 2 am.

confutatis - what does your muse think about their childhood home / home life? is it a safe place? how did it impact the way they grew up? regardless of whether it is or isn’t, does your muse think it is a good place?

in paradisum - when your muse dies, how would they like to be buried?

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How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time? / Why do you think you connect to your muse?

ask me shit / accepting

-- she’s a tiny girl who only wants to help people, but is kind of skittish, so don’t spook her too much! ... don’t bring up viruses, please! 

-- honestly i just want to protect her. i have... erhard instincts. i want to make her happy despite the cards life gave her :angr:

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questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

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˗ˏˋ caligosum‌.

          Chrome thinks she gets it, in a simple, base sort of way at the very least.  She understands long pauses between answers for questions and pauses still between spoken words and habits that can be read as anxious (though hers are more subtle and always have been). She feels bad for possibly being the cause of it, or maybe she isn’t; Chrome knows well that she can’t necessarily control people’s emotions. Influence them, maybe, with an illusion strong enough if she really wanted to, but she’s never really wanted to in the first place. The thing is, people feel things differently, and she knows that. Now, she thinks she might want to help, a little if she can. 

          “I get that a lot.” She finally answers, voice soft with no heat behind the words. It’s simple fact, after all, but she doesn’t bother to elaborate further. “I don’t mind…but you seem upset. So is this a good or bad thing?”

     She misses. She misses so many things, and a soft, hollow spot sits in her chest from it all. In the end, she blames herself from having lost everything-- her father wouldn’t be gone, her brother wouldn’t be imprisoned, if her horrible body hadn’t ever existed. A terrifying and dismal thought, most certainly, but one she’s unfortunately allowed herself to entertain for the last little while.

     ( That’s why he didn’t apologize to me... that’s why he only asked Erhard for forgiveness...                       That’s why... )

     The other’s way of speaking is making her heart ache. She wants to badly to explain, but there’s so much that she can’t ever explain, and she hates it. She hates, hates, hates it, hates being stuck like this, hates being so dangerous. Hates being like this.

    But at the same time, remembering her brother, meeting someone like him... it’s making her feel more relaxed. More calm, to know there are maybe people like him out there.

     “ ... No, it’s not a bad thing. ” She gives a tiny smile. “ Um, my name is Rosalia. What’s yours? ” 

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˗ˏˋ hallucinaticns‌.

His eyes narrowed at the reply, still in silence as the girl managed to awaken. He had seen a variety of beings from the worlds uniting the Kingdoms, but none had ever had that vibrant color in them. 

“Yes, that’s correct. I am.” Or at least, he assumed after the confusion of suddenly awakening in a strange world disguised like a magnificent city.

Reading others was natural to him, and the girl’s expressive eyes felt transparent compared to his bleak world.

“What is it? Have we met before?” 

      Blink blink blink. She is strikingly transparent from everything that dances across her face-- brief confusion, followed by even more melancholy. 

     “ Um, no. I don’t think so. ” She shakes her head. “ You just reminded me of someone I know. ” She’s said that so many times. It makes her heart ache. 

                       Erhard...

       Anyways. She sits up, hair bouncing as she does so, expressive as she is. She’s baby.

           “ I’m Rosalia. What’s your name? ” She tilts her head innocently.

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˗ˏˋ tokeiso‌.

She turned her eyes away from the phone screen with a warm smile. “Setsuna Higashi. It’s nice to meet you.” Alternating between serious Help Mode and friendly Meeting Mode was a strong switch. She wasn’t bothered by the timing of the introduction — someone just asking for information didn’t owe her anything. She appreciated it as it was.

“I live in the apartments in this ward. It’s a walk for me too, but in the opposite way. I also go exploring often, so I’ve spent some time on the bus.” None of that might be important or useful, but it was what it was. It was meant to be… encouraging, that she was used to it.

“Would you like to wait at the bus stop for the next one, or would you like me to see if I can request a taxi? I wonder if they’ll let me pay that in advance…” The last bit fell to a questioning mumble. She was willing to find out.

    She nods quickly, seemingly exuberant and trying to be as friendly as she possibly can in thanks. Aaaaagh. She’s baby. She feels still a little apprehensive about all this... Rosalia rolls her shoulders and simply blinks at Setsuna’s next question.

    “ Um... ” Oogh, she’s never been on... either of those things before. She tugs on her hair anxiously, shrugging a little. “ I don’t really know how either of those work. Whichever’s easiest for you is just fine. ” Tiny, anxious smile. She was honestly pretty sheltered as a kid... 

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˗ˏˋ cybroken.

genos walks over to the garden as well, bending down besides the flowers. he doesn’t touch it, instead, he looks on, mind thinking about simpler days. a life he has long since given up, a life he could barely remember. it’s only been four years – four years of endlessly pursuing justice and trying to see vengeance for the slaughter that marked the end of his childhood. 

“i used to garden with my mom. my dad used to joke that if he touched the plants, they’ll die,” he says, digging into the tip of the trove of memories he had stashed away. he doesn’t dig any further, too far and he might open something he shouldn’t. 

curiously, he asks, “how old are you?”

      Rosalia gingerly brushes a finger along one of the roses’ petals, looking at it thoughtfully and quietly. There’s much on her mind, and--

     If he touched the plants, they’ll die.

     She retracts her hand as if the flower burned her, like she just placed it on a hot stove. It’s quick and quiet, not a jerking, violent motion, but sudden and remarkable irregardless. She presses her lips together. Even as a joke, it’s obvious she didn’t really find that funny.

     “ Um-- ” ... Wait. She doesn’t know. Is she still fifteen? She’s fairly sure she’s still fifteen. “Fif-- Fifteen,” she says, stammering for a moment, barely holding back from tacking on an ‘I think’ to the end of it. 

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sorry i vanished for a while there i just got smacked with apathy and like. i dont know. hello im back !

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˗ˏˋ cybroken‌.

        ❛ ― hey, @asclepiads . ( s.c. – open! )

“that was my mom’s favorite flower.” 

genos had been wandering the park looking to see if there was any trouble for him to help resolve (since he was bored), but instead he finds himself stopping and staring at a young girl (most likely not much younger or older than he was when he lost his family) nearby a patch of flowers. 

“we used to plant all different varieties in the garden, but roses were her favorites.” he pauses for a moment, then continues again, “do you like roses?” 

    She’s holding a watering can-- well, it’s more of a pitcher, but it was the closest thing to a watering can that she could find in the condo. It’s full of water, and she’s holding it with both hands, tentative and careful not to drop it. Rosalia’s also being incredibly cautious around these flowers specifically-- careful not to touch the stems, careful not to prick her finger.

    Rosalia looks up. Oh, hello. This guy looks really cool... She gives a little smile and nods, turning to the flowers again.

     “ Mhm. I used to grow them with my dad. ” Mostly to see how they’d react to her blood, but still. Roses were known to take in blood raucously, and they always ended up getting sick because of her. It’s better now, being able to admire these roses without the fear of them wilting prematurely.

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˗ˏˋ moxieandchutzpah.

“Oh, I see!” 

He sighed in relief. He might be dumb, but he knows children shouldn’t be dealing in any sort of dark arts. 

“Wow! That sure sounds handy!” He tilted his head. “ ‘Used to’? I was ‘bout to say the same thing, actually! I don’ necessarily deal with usual doctorin’ but I figure your cells could be used to make other people immune. Not the case? Your blood…poisonous, maybe?” 

He knows about making medicine from snake venom, and that’s about as far as his doctoring goes. 

He waves his hands around suddenly, before nearly getting a chomp from his hat for lifting his hand to its mouth. Instead he averts and rubs the back of his neck. 

“Ya don’ gotta answer tha’. Not a kind thing to ask anybody on their first meetin’. 

        Yeah, uh, necromancy? Definitely not her thing-- it sounds incredibly unscientific. ... Wait, was she brought back with necromancy, maybe? He mentioned skeletons, and she didn’t really feel particularly skeletal, though... But she still looks down at her arms curiously, just to double-check. Hmm.

        And then Reuben says that and she looks incredibly taken aback. Oh, okay. She just got figured out within twenty minutes. Alright. Damn! 

        “ Um... ” She wrings her hands. “ No, it’s okay. ” No it isn’t.

         “ Yeah, it... it’s really infectious in anyone else but me. It... ” It kills within days, even hours. “ It’s really, really dangerous. Sorry. ” 

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˗ˏˋ hailnewfresh‌.

“Yeah whatever. I’ve been in sort of the same situation so I kinda get where you’re coming from with all of this.”

“Stop crying, you’re gonna get dehydrated.” Admitting that being thanked for once felt nice was not something he was going to be doing any time soon.

What do little kids like doing? She probably needed something to take her mind off this shit, especially after dumping all of it on some guy she just met, especially if she was the guilty type. “Do you need a juice or something to cool off with?” He didn’t have any money but he wasn’t above knocking over a vending machine.

   She rubs at her eyes again, and seems to be calming down a little. God, she’s been keeping that inside her for so long that it’s honestly unsurprising that she suddenly started venting to a random stranger that she didn’t even know the name of-- wait, oh my god.

  “ ... That would be nice, thank you, ” she murmurs, and then looks up at him again. “ Um, my name’s Rosalia. Roselia Rossellini. ” She’s baby!

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˗ˏˋ tokeiso‌.

“Yes. I’d be more troubled if I couldn’t help at all.” She could accomplish the map bit, and that was something. Isoogle Maps gave some indicator of miles and routes, even if it was lacking in other departments.

“If you haven’t heard about them, there are special ATMs around that accept Stars instead of Dust. You can get a cheap, detailed map there whenever you see those added to your wallet.” Setsuna was clearly not opening that map herself. Perhaps it was a combination of distrust of the system and her confidence in her sense of direction, but she hadn’t purchased it.

Turning the phone to easily be seen, it showed a marker of their current spot and the end location. A few differently colored routes were shown between. “Here’s how you could get there. You wouldn’t have to wait for anything to walk, but I think it would take longer.”

This girl could be a hidden athlete raring for the challenge with a clear racing path. Or she could lie down on the ground after a few miles…

      Well, that’s really nice. Rosalia’s glad that she found someone who’s so helpful, even if she still does feel a teensy bit guilty about troubling someone like this. She nods, slowly, listening to what the other girl says, and peers at the girl’s phone. Rosalia pauses, blinking for a moment. That’s pretty far from where she is, aaagh. It would take way too long to walk there on her own. She’s already super tired from having walked around so much...

     “ I don’t think I’d be able to walk back right now... I’m sorry. ” She didn’t realize she was so far from home...

     Oh, wait, before that. She hasn’t even told this girl her name yet. She should probably get on that, shouldn’t she...?

     “ Um, also, thank you for helping me out. My name’s Rosalia. ”