#Muse: Futame
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Responding to this - @quantum-magician-michiko
“Painting the town red. Not literally this time, but I was headed to my favourite night club.”
Though she had her ‘incognito’ clothes on, the fishnet leggings suggested she had a party getup underneath for her destination.
“Wanna come? They got booze.”
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@timestrandedodst - after threatening to kill them
“Haha, I’m just fuckin’ with ya soldier boy. I ain’t got any idea who you are. You talk a big game though. If it turns out anyone I know did want you dead I’d be open to following through on that.”
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“Despite being a self described horrifying monster, I continue to be appealing to immortals.”
“It’s like if you can survive getting your head cut off by me, you’ll have time to see my good sides.”
#Muse: Futame#dash commentary#Crack? idk more like a funny trend#//It's just funny cause she has a ship off Tumblr#//Who she has cut the head off of at least once before shipping started xD
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@quantum-magician-michiko - continued from here
“Ha! You’d think so wouldn’t you, but I like the attention.” She flashes a smirk before taking a swig of the drink she brought for herself.
“Surprised someone like you is going about so brazenly though. From what I saw, you gotta be on some sorta list yourself.”
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“Never did check in with that ‘pire I gave my blood to. Maybe I oughta still.”
#ic#Muse: Futame#I'm suddenly feeling Futame#And then I remembered that little thing and oh gosh it's been six months already
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💕💘💔: Futame.
Belated valentines questions
💕: What is your ideal/fantasy date?
“Ideal? Can’t say I ever give it much thought but let’s go with something that lets me show off. Not a competition though, gotta make sure your date is included after all so make it something you can do together. I think maybe a dancing date? That’s romantic as well right? Gotta keep to theme and all that. And your partner doesn’t even have to be up to your level be follow along.
“Now fantasy date is a little different. Actually it’s kinda embarrassing to admit.”
“But it’d be good to have any kind of date and be able to kiss at the end without melting their face off, y’know. One o’ the big reasons I don’t think about it much.”
💘: How do you feel about Valentine’s Day?
“And if that embarrassing confession didn’t clue you in enough, I don’t really care one way or the other about it. It’s a nice idea, a special day everyone agrees to put aside for love. Not like I’m ever gonna participate.”
“Miss me with that corporate shit that goes with it though.”
💔: Were you ever dumped or rejected on Valentine’s Day?
“You’re seriously asking that? Ain’t even been in a relation to get dumped from and I ain’t exactly the type to go confessing on the day... or anytime.”
#ic#Muse: futame#About: Futame#Interesting choice#As you can see she's given it some thought#but her conclusion has been to abandon any such interests#inklagomorph
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scarletflandre liked your post:“Blood investigations huh? I’d offer mine but I...
“I mean, not that you’re not welcome to try. From what I’ve heard of vampires it ‘probably’ won’t kill you but I’ll be surprised if it doesn’t make you sick.”
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@musicofastarrynight - liked for a starter
"You’re in my way...” Futame said with her gravelly voice giving it a growling tone. In her right hand she dragged along an unconscious guard that had come across her earlier. They were still alive, but she was hoping to use their handprint or something to get through some doors unnoticed.
Looks like she hadn’t gone as unnoticed as she’d hoped though, as she stared down the hero standing between her and the door to her target.
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Theblueempath, more like thegreenempath, because Futame is taking the lead instead. :D
“I mean, I’m not an empath, so it doesn’t really make sense like that either.”
#Muse: Futame#(I know what you mean. I'm too attached to the url to risk losing it though)#(Besides Emmas still around. It's just... shifting the 'camera' to someone different on the muse list)#fxtelism
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“Blood investigations huh? I’d offer mine but I think it might have too much of a kick to it, even for vampires.”
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Guess who has icons now bitches.
Courtesy of @amdxcious
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Futame has officially been added to my muse list
Gun/Blade for hire she’ll take any dirty job. Has a preference to fighting and having fun while doing it but no matter what she’ll get it done.
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Consider: This always sarcastic, self admitted monster that’s dangerous to even be close to...
Being soft with someone.
#ooc#I'm in one of those moods where I want my characters to do soft things#Even though Futame is like#My sharpest muse#Edgy even#I'm not even sure what circumstances would bring it about#She doesn't even 'want' to trust most people
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“Now what’s this? Kuchisake-onna... slit mouthed woman. Now if that doesn’t sound just like me.”
“I think I might actually do something for Halloween with this. All I need is a surgical mask and some appropriate clothes. Maybe take a trip to japan where it’ll get some real mileage.”
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Happey halloween and spooky month for you
“And a happy spook month to you too. Just watch out for those nasty demons that come out as well, y’hear?”
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Futame: Visiting Mum
There’s something comforting about the silence of these empty streets. No distracting noise, not even from the wind as the tall buildings block most of it and kept the air so still you could hear a mouse moving around. Which makes it a perfect place to hide out when you need as early a warning as possible.
I make my way into one of the buildings and up the stairs. I wish I could still use the lifts but they cut off power to this area of the city ages ago. At least the building is still intact. Save for a thick layer of dust there’s surprisingly little decay but I guess that’s what happens when a place is abandoned simply for lack of people to live in it.
Fifth floor… third from the left was it? It’s been a little too long I’ve forgotten which flat she took a liking to. I try the door and sure enough it opens without any effort, so it should be the one we broke into.
“Mum? Are you in here?”
Waiting for me in the middle of the room is a corpse. Charred and mangled, the readings from my visual overlay show that it’s caked with radiation. If I had a Geiger counter in my head it’d be ticking like crazy.
And on the other side of the room, I see a black figure. In the most literal sense, her body is almost entirely an ashen black save for a green glow from her open maw. Perfectly suited to hiding in the shadows just like she was doing now but my eyes have more than visual data to pick her out with.
“It’s okay, I’m here now. You can come out.”
I hold out my hand and she, my mother, crawls out to greet me, bumping her head against my hand and then wrapping her arms around my waist. I can tell she was scared, so I hug her back, forgetting about the corpse next to us for a moment.
“Don’t worry, I’m just here to check up on you. We haven’t been found out.”
I stay with her for a few moments, giving her time to relax. I have to admit that even though I enjoy these moments, I wish I didn’t have to interpret what she was feeling. That’s not a fault of her own though, she lost her voice before I even knew her. The same way she lost her eyes.
Eventually she settles and loosens her grip on me, prompting me to do the same. Now I turn my attention to the corpse. Walking over to it, she follows me with her gaze, though really she’s just following the sound of my footsteps.
“How long has this been here?”
She holds up her fingers to me. Four. Days, I presume. Though whether it’s days or weeks doesn’t really matter.
“And no one’s come looking for it?”
She shakes her head.
“Well at least that means it’s not someone that knew you were here.”
I give the corpse a kick to turn it over. The underside is almost as charred as the top side but I can make out some semblance of a face and the colours of their clothes. They must have turned and run the moment they saw her.
“Poor sod. Didn’t even know what you were getting into.”
A quick search through what’s left of his pockets turns up a wallet. Far as I can tell it’s just some nobody. Nothing special about his id and no results come from my data banks when I scan the face. Then I notice something in the corner of the room.
Going over to pick it up I find it’s a camera. Still mostly intact. It must have gotten thrown away from mum’s radiative blast before it engulfed him. I turn it on and flick through the pictures. He got a couple of mum before she blasted him. Lots of pictures of the city buildings, looks like he was exploring. And then it continues into personal photos which I don’t need to see.
“Looks like it’s just some idiot that wanted to go exploring. If no one’s come out to look for him yet, he probably didn’t tell anyone where he was going.” I say to reassure mum.
Still, I can’t have any evidence potentially floating around so I drool over the camera. Within moments my acid like fluids melt the device into unusable pulp that gloops out of my hands and onto the carpeted floor. Shaking the last of it out of my hands, I turn to mum and pat her gently on the head.
“I’ll take care of the corpse. I’m sure I can set it up to look like he died far away from here so no one will have any reason to come looking.”
I take my hand away and move to the corpse, only to be stopped by my mothers arms wrapping around my shoulders. As she rests her head on top of mine, I’m reminded that even though she crawls around most of the time, she’s a lot taller than I am and for a moment I feel like the child I’ve always wanted to be, relaxing in her embrace.
“I know...” I put my hand on her arm and give her a reassuring squeeze. “I want to stay too but there’s no telling when they’ll find us. I promise I’ll kill them all though… then we won’t have to keep hiding.”
She lets out a low growl as her arms tighten around me. It’s hard to tell but she sounds sad.
“Okay. Just for a little bit longer.”
#Muse: Futame#readmored for length#short story#stories#death tw#I just wanted to write a little thing about Futame and her mum#Thought it's a lot shorter than last stories I did#not even 1k words#Also a bit of first person writing practice
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