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jxsticeprxvailed said:  @ all your muses, what is their fondest memories?

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Fondest memory? "Hm." Curls tugged at the corners of Sae's lips. That question brought back a FLOOD of happy memories, from the time before father ended up being KILLED IN ACTION. A time when she still let herself LOVE. A time where the crushing reality of this CRUEL & UNJUST WORLD came crashing in on Sae's already far too mature life. Letting a few seconds of MELANCHOLIC NOSTALGIA tick by, Sae finally replied with the one at the very forefront of her mind. "That would have to be the day Dad got Makoto her BELOVED Buchimaru-kun..." In a world of complicated ideas and complex emotion, that remained the SIMPLEST THING she'd ever witnessed. A broke father. Going above and beyond. To get his daughter. The one thing. She needed. To survive everything life had to offer... That had heard been the CORE ROOT of everything Sae had done since dinner father's passing in the line of duty. Oh, how far this OVERBEARING, OVERWHELMING world had derailed Sae... "You know I'd never seen someone light up more than when I saw dad get I that pencil case..." Still hadn't seen a moment and more MAGICAL -- And she lived as an arbiter that EXECUTED & LOCKED AWAY the worst nightmares of a TRAUMA-RIDDEN WORLD. Honestly, that may just have been the start of her PSYCHOPATHIC ADORATION of Makoto Niijima.

"My... Fondest memory?" Consider Weiss DUMBFOUNDED. "Why in the world would you ever care about that?" Seriously!! Had perplexed brows knitted together like NEVER before. The Schnee heiress prides herself on TALENT & INTELLECT. (After all it was the only thing her father AT ALL respected, and beneath false bravado lay an INSECURE BITCH.) "Then again..." Lips became a thin line, and then a POUT... Cold azure seas mellowing out into something SAD. "I... Don't really know the answer to that question..." Speaking of sad... That tone in her voice proved RARE... Maybe even NEW. "PTSD robbed me of a lot of my childhood..." An alcoholic mother, exigent sister, bully brother, hyper abusive FACE-SCARRING father, and a terrorist cell intent on tearing them all away from her -- YEAH, NO WONDER... “I assume it had something to do with Winter or Mother, or maybe even my Grandfather before he passed away...” They’d always been the CLOSEST TO COMFORT Weiss had ever come. “But like I said, I really couldn’t tell you for sure...” Balled up fists, folding arms, body twisting away -- HEAD HUNG LOW. “I...” Voice quivered and tears began to build up in those storm-blue hues. “I think I need to be alone for a while... Could you give me a minute?” When was the last time Weiss Schnee was TRULY HAPPY? Had she ever been? Honestly... She couldn’t say for sure...

Well, Natsuki had a very SHALLOW pool of experiences to choose, given how little REAL HAPPINESS she counted within her life. Thankfully, due to a... CERTAIN SOMEONE... Those few experiences within her HAPPY POOL were enriched beyond imagination and filled with such a DEEP SENSE OF JOY. “Oh, that’s EASY.” Though if you’d asked her a few months ago, or if the two seniors were MID-FIGHT, well... She might just have given you a DIFFERENT ANSWER. “It’s gotta be when Makoto found my secret stash of PARFAIT GIRLS.” Tinsy-winsy frame had wired itself up on discovery -- So expectant of the fall was Natsuki. So sure that Niijima would insult her things -- Call her CHILDISH, WASTEFUL, IMMATURE, STUPID, just like everyone else did. But, much to Natsuki’s surprise, that HADN’T happened as Makoto shared some manga from her OWN Guilty Secret before going in depth with Parfait Girls and even springboarding from THAT into asking Natsuki to BAKE for her. MOVE OVER CLOUD NINE -- NATSUKI’S RIDING CLOUD ELEVEN. “I’ve just honestly never felt more PROUD & VALIDATED in my things... And that’s probably when I let my guard down the most...” A DREADED PROSPECT IN & OF ITSELF -- Especially with the student council president inquiring about Natsuki’s father who remained a very REAL impending doom for BOTH OF THEM. “I have a lot I’m scared of... And sharing my things used to be even scarier than facing Papa when he came home drunk...” Just to put into perspective how important such a revelation was. “Maybe one day I can share my POETRY with her, too...

Reclined against the bed, one hand behind her head, the other flinging knives AIMLESSLY against the wall opposite. Well, not ENTIRELY aimless. After all, said wall DID hang the pictures of the very people who killed Akaguro Chizome. As the only human to EVER make her feel half-way normal regarding her own world view of what SHE needed to make herself happy, Toga held a deep-seated loathing for the human who struck him down. Had a blood-curdling sense that she MIGHT JUST BE NEXT. “Huh?” Yellows eyes flickered across at the question, and with another flick of her wrist, the last knife EMBEDDED itself in the concrete. “Whaddaya mean, fondest memory?” What a FOREIGN CONCEPT to the little psycho who had never been one to really consider what kind of path she’d cut to get here. “I, uh... Hmph.” Face twisted up in DEEP THOUGHT & THEATRICALITY,  and one more blade found its home decorating wallpaper. “I’d say...” Eyes snapped wide, tiny throat gasping out in BRAIN-EXPLODING SHOCK. “It ain’t got NOTHIN’ to do with you.” With a dance-like precision, Toga snatched up the final combat knife that lay on her mattress, floating across to hold it to the stranger’s throat. “And it’s best that ya LEAVE before I make another happy memory outta your ENTRAILS.” Wait... Why the FUCK wasn’t she just doing that anyway? “Nghh!! Yer really beginnin’ to ANNOY ME.” Left hand reached for the bedside drawer without missing a beat, pulling out some ROPE. “Jus’ for that imma tie you up REAL NICE, an’ when I get back, your gonna be a REAL GOOD REASON why I shouldn’t just CUT YA & KILL YA right now.” Something annoying in her gut told her that she was NEVER going to kill this human anyway... What the FUCK was going on with her?

                                                                    (MAKOTO...)

Oh. Oh, Cait didn’t like this question ONE BIT. Truth be told, she struggled with ANYTHING that drew MARRIAGE & LOVE into doubt within her own mind. Which... just happened to be EXACTLY what this question did... Because any small amount of time ago, Caitlyn would’ve SWORN that the happiest day of her life -- And ERGO her fondest memory -- Was that of WALKING DOWN THE AISLE TO MARRY JAYCE. But these days, something TWISTED her gut and CLOGGED her throat whenever she attempted to make such claims. And only one thing had changed in the mean time: MAKOTO NIIJIMA. Which... For all her breathless panic, racing organs, torturously damning thoughts, and her desire to RUN INTO THE WILD -- THE GREAT ESCAPE... Said gut also would never allow her to even CONSIDER Makoto being her FONDEST MEMORY. What a stupid, foolish, bizarre, and downright ludicrous idea that would be. They’d barely spoken before the rifle lessons, and what had happened since that could be worth REMEMBERING FONDLY? (CHEMISTRY...) Oh no, no, no. Caitlyn couldn’t ever do that. DENIAL WOULDN’T LET HER. “My twenty-first birthday. Daddy bought me my first custom-made rifle from a company called Hextech -- Said it was time I hunted with something that had a bit more KICK than the vintage rifle he’d passed down to me growing up.” A sign of her COMING OF AGE & PROVING HERSELF. Definitely one of her FONDEST MEMORIES, to be sure... Though it might just have been that vintage rifle that held the ones that were even fonder...

                                         ...................LIKE TEACHING MAKOTO TO SHOOT.......