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[lunaria--annua]

Sparring.

"I'll take take the dagger then. So you might stand a chance..."

(the rough sketch animation is missing a lot of details, such as The Dark 'halo', or the black eye, pieces of clothing, and so forth. I wanted to keep it simple. Note that the animation doesn't take place immediately after Krit chooses the sword, there have been training sessions before.)

[deductions-in-time-and-space]

For the hella cute questions! Everything with a 3 or an 8 in it! I hope thats not too much xD

...Soooo I have no clue when you asked me this or when I reblogged those questions, because Tumblr didn’t show me anything in my inbox, but now I saw it! And I found the questions! So I can answer them! :D 

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - Normally I actually use bookmarks, and apart from that sometimes random pieces of paper, a pen or a receipt.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - I write or play the piano!

13: what's something that made you smile today? - I went on a first date with someone from a dating app and it was nice!

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - I don’t think that there is something... I mean, I do quite a bit of dumb stuff, but I don’t think that any of that was brought up again afterwards.

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - Watch my favourite TV shows and a movie, maybe read something, play a bit of piano and maaaybe write something

28: sunrise or sunset? - Both beautiful, but sunset.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - Yes. Only once I think and only for about 5 to 10 seconds, but yeah - when I was about 13 a friend of mine celebrated her birthday, and us five friends thought it would be a good idea to sleep in a wooden cabin on an opening in a forest (which my friend’s parents owned), to play Slenderman and then take a walk in said forest, the only light being the moon and two flashlights. So my friend’s little brother somehow knew about this and decided to put a lot of effort in pranking us - by building something that looked A LOT like Slenderman, putting it in the middle of the forest on the path and just leaving it there, knowing that we would come across it. So imagine us five 13 y.o. girls being already scared, Slenderman still in our minds, suddenly seeing that figure on the path, and because of the flashlights and our movements and the shadows it looked So. Freaking. Much. like it was actually alive and moving and we all just panicked and started to scream and to stupidly run in circles. (Yes, in circles. Not away from that creature, but in circles). And in those seconds of recognising that seemingly moving thing and realising that it was, in fact, not alive, I was truly scared for my life.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - :D Ehm, I do have Harry Potter socks but barely ever wear them, I never ever sleep with socks and mostly wear black ones.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - I think the only times I was with friends after 3AM I was either sleeping or a few times out in a club or something similar - and I don’t recall anything happening out of the ordinary.

33: what's your fave pastry? - That stuff with vanilla custard inside. 

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? - I still have a little elephant called Benjamin, he’s very colourful.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - YES. I have a lot and everytime I’m in a shop with stationary I want to buy EVERYTHING. And I acutally do use them, not as often as I’d like to, but I use them for my Bullet Journal.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? - I’m listening to “A Wish for Something More” by Amy McDonald right now and that fits quite well

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - I don’t always manage to, but clean!

38: tell us about your pet peeves! - People standing in doors / walking slowly in front of me in the middle of the path with no way around them

39: what color do you wear the most? - Red & Black

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - My best friend & flatmate, when we were in Greece together, we went to the beach at night and just stared at the stars and listened to the waves. ^-^

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - I honestly don’t know what my biggest fear was... maybe that our house would burn down? Yeah, I guess that was it. And no, that changed.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? - I have only seen Pulp Fiction and I quite liked it! It’s an interesting movie. :D

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - Well I do have associations with two of my friends now, but I can’t explain why :D

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? - I need my books to be organized (I sorted them by colour). 

68: what's winter like where you live? - It sometimes snows, but the snow barely ever stays, mostly just melts right away.

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? - Uh, neither? I think the movie is quite fun, but wouldn’t chose to watch it by myself.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? - 3x white and one yellow - yep, chose and painted that myself when I moved in about 9 month ago and still love it. It’s such a happy colour!

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. - Uhm, what

82: are/were you good in school? -  Yep

83: what's some of your favorite album art? - Ooh, interesting question! I like the one from Barn Courtney’s album “The Attractions of Youth”, Frank Turner’s “Be More Kind” and MIKA’s “No Place in Heaven”

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? - I do, but I don’t know which one. It’s gonna be a small and simple one with meaning

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? - I rarely do - but I really like “Unerschrocken 1: Fünfzehn Porträts außergewöhnlicher Frauen” - it’s a German comic about 15 extraordinary, remarkable women.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? - Sounds like a great idea, but I don’t know any (or don’t know that they’re concept albums)

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? - Ah, I don’t like this “everyone should” part - people are so different and have so different tastes. 

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? - Don’t think so :D I do like art, but I don’t think there’s any movement I like in particular

89: are you close to your parents? - Yep! Closer to my mum, though

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? - Mostly I just wear my hair open, shoulder lenght, straight as it is. Sometimes a ponytail, but that’s it.

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? - Last August, with my family, and yep, was nice!

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Thank you for asking! And. That was. A lot. Of questions. :D

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Questions are here :)

[dotshiiki]

CoL, chpt 5

Ahhhh thank you everyone who’s liked/reblogged/is following the story! I’ll do another quick thank you post in a bit to acknowledge you guys properly but let’s get this chapter up first shall we? :)

V: PERCY

Percy stared at the giant marble statue.

Neptune, they'd called him. Poseidon.

His father.

Or so they'd said, anyway. He studied the statue but it was hard to see any resemblance in a big marble bust. The best he could figure, it looked like the stone statue in Phoenix, the one of the fisherman from Percy's dream.

The past week had been disconcerting, to say the least. He was still trying to come to grips with what Annabeth and her friends had told him. Some of it fit with Bella's versions (they both agreed that she was an empousa, for instance); some of it was the complete opposite (demigods weren't the enemy—at least not his—but monsters, including empousai like Bella, were). Some of it was completely new: he lived in a magical enclave in the middle of Berkeley Hills that was a replica of ancient Rome, protected by a legion of Roman demigods.

Oh, but he was a Greek demigod and the only mortal son of a powerful sea god.

It was enough to make anyone's head explode.

The thing was, he suspected that if these demigods had found him instead of Bella, he might have been more receptive to what they were saying, the way he'd accepted what Bella had told him. Now, though, having to reconcile two versions of a story—especially when the first person to tell it had been conveniently killed by the others—made him question everything more.

I just want to go home, Percy's brain screamed. Except that according to these demigods, he was one of them, and he was home.

He just couldn't believe them. Besides being the complete opposite of what Bella had told him, he had an inexplicable feeling that he didn't belong here any more than he belonged in Phoenix. He'd been given a tour by a Chinese dude named Frank, who was apparently some big shot in the Roman legion. Certain bits about New Rome nudged at his memories, like he might have been here before, but as far as an emotional connection went—zip, nada, blank.

The room he was now staying in remained a mystery. The girl's sweater and the photo frame he'd broken had disappeared from it when he returned after his outburst on the first day—embarrassingly, he didn't have anywhere else to go—but he didn't know what to do with the rest of it. At least the clothes and armour fit him.

He met the various people in the pictures over the next couple of days, either in person or through that weird holographic system they called Iris-messaging. One time Annabeth set up a connection with a family in New York—the kind-looking woman with the toddler and a handsome man with shaggy salt-and-pepper hair.

His family, they told him.

Maybe he wouldn't have minded being related to them. Sally Blofis was warm and calming, Paul seemed decent, and Percy suspected their daughter, Joy, might be the source of the exuberant scribbles on his corkboard. The thing was, Percy looked nothing like Sally, so he couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that this might all be an elaborate hoax.

To make things even more complicated, an enormous kid with a single eye in the middle of his forehead had strode in at some point, giving Percy the shock of his life when he shouted excitedly, 'Brother!'

Apparently this monster wasn't an enemy.

The only time he felt like maybe the puzzle pieces were coming together was when he looked at the girl, Annabeth.

It was probably because she looked so much like Bella. Or what he thought Bella looked like—it was still hard to square the image of her as a vicious, misshapen demon with the pretty girl he'd known, the façade the demigods said she'd adopted just to seduce him. That was the story they were sticking with. After thinking on it, he had to admit that Bella's final words did make sense in that context.

He wondered how Bella would have explained the situation to him. But she hadn't gotten the chance to, had she?

Because Annabeth had killed her.

And she kept looking at him the same way Bella had, especially when she thought he wasn't paying attention: wistful and hopeful, like he held the key to something she wanted dearly. She never came out and said it, but Percy wasn't totally oblivious. She wanted more from him. He didn't know if in this version of events, they were supposed to have been a couple or she'd just wanted them to be, but either way, the weight of her expectations was stifling. Even if Annabeth was telling him the truth and Bella had been deceiving him, he didn't think he was ready to do this dance with another girl wanting his affections.

He sat down heavily at the foot of the altar and stared up at Neptune.

'If you're really my dad,' he said, 'and you're really a god and all-powerful and everything, maybe you could do something about this crappy sitch, you know?'

No answer. Of course not.

He was probably just going crazy talking to a dusty marble statue. Percy closed his eyes and sighed.

'Percy?'

He looked up. It was Hazel, the curly-haired African-American girl. She was accompanied by two other guys who made a startling contrast of dark and light. Percy recognised one of them as the olive-skinned demigod who'd shown up with Annabeth and Hazel in Phoenix. He still looked like he'd stepped straight out of a goth magazine: black jeans and t-shirt, black aviator jacket, black bangs that covered half his face.

His companion was a sunny blond with a faint dusting of freckles across his light skin. He wore a purple shirt emblazoned with the letters SPQR—the same letters etched into Percy's arm. The boy had a long, thin scar running up his forearm, but his skin was otherwise clean of any marks. However, around his neck was a leather cord with a row of beads. Percy's fingers reached up to trace the one he had around his own neck.

Hazel knelt so that her face was level with his. 'You okay, Percy?'

He thought about correcting her, then decided it wasn't worth it. Although he'd given them 'Perseus' as a handle, electing to keep the name Bella had bestowed on him, they kept calling him 'Percy' anyway, as though if they used the name enough, it would eventually mould him into the person they wanted him to be.

Instead, he turned to the pair of boys. 'Nick, right?' he said to the goth kid, sidestepping Hazel's question.

'Nico.'

'Right, sorry.' He looked at the other guy with a vague sense of familiarity. He was definitely one of the never-ending stream of demigods in that legion of theirs, but Percy couldn't place his name. He wasn't sure they'd actually been introduced.

'I'm Will Solace,' the kid said.

Hazel said, 'Look, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you've been moping around for a week and Anna—er, I mean, no one knows what to do with you. I thought I'd try and ask. What do you want?'

Percy turned the question over in his head. What did he want? Well, his memories back would be nice, but he didn't think that was coming anytime soon. Besides that…

He just wanted to figure things out. To work out who he was outside of all the contradictory things he'd been told. Who Bella was. Who these demigods were. What was true and what wasn't.

'I want to try and put things together myself,' he said at last. 'Figure out what's real, you know?'

Nico nodded. 'Yeah, I get it. You want to know the truth, but you can't trust it if it comes from us.'

Percy stared at him in surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to understand. Everyone else seemed so taken-aback when he told them he didn't want any more people telling him stuff about him. But Nico spoke so matter-of-factly, as if Percy's wariness of them wasn't an insult.

Will rubbed his eyebrow with one finger. 'You know, in the ancient days, when people wanted to learn the truth, they used to visit my father's Oracle.'

'Your father—?'

'Apollo,' Will explained. 'God of—well, he's the god of many things, but prophecy is one of them.'

'Isn't prophecy, like, predicting the future?'

'Well, yes, that's the most common understanding of it. But the Oracle also answered questions about the past. It depends on what questions you ask.'

'That's not a bad idea,' Hazel said. 'Except we don't have an Oracle.'

'Wait—this Oracle…is a person?'

Will and Nico exchanged a look.

'Not exactly,' Will said. 'It's a spirit, but it speaks through a person. Back at camp—'

Hazel jumped in quickly. 'We do have auguries. Like omens and stuff—portents that tell us the will of the gods. They aren't easy to interpret, but maybe we could see if there's anything that might help you figure out what you should do.'

Percy turned this over in his head. It all sounded a little hokey, but then so did gods and magic and monsters. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt,' he said. 'Where's this augury?'

'Right next door,' Hazel said brightly. 'Come on.'

Percy followed Hazel, Nico, and Will to the largest temple on the hill: a sixty-foot marble structure dominated by an enormous statue of yet another scowling god. This one looked like he had constipation. Lightning flashed across its domed ceiling as they approached.

A skinny, towheaded girl wearing a toga was sitting cross-legged at the base of the central altar. She had her eyes closed and her fingers placed very precisely on her knees, like she was meditating. Scattered on the marble floor in front of her was an array of plush animals, all sliced down their bellies. Stuffing poured out in odd patterns across the floor.

'Ophelia,' Hazel said.

The girl's eyes flew open. 'Praetor,' she said solemnly. She looked at Nico and Will, and nodded in greeting. 'Ambassador. Legionnaire.' Then her eyes fell on Percy. 'Oh.'

Was oh bad? Percy couldn't tell.

Ophelia scrambled to her feet. She swept the stuffing to the sides of the altar. 'What—er, what brings you here?' There was a jittery edge to her voice. Although she addressed Hazel, her eyes kept darting to Percy and then quickly away.

'We'd like an augury read for Percy, please.'

'Perseus,' he muttered, thinking that if he was asking for a sign from the gods, he ought to at least use the right name.

Ophelia steepled her fingers and pursed her lips. 'You don't happen to have something I could sacrifice, do you?' She gave Percy another quick, nervous glance. 'Never mind. I can see that you don't.'

Clipped to the belt of her toga was a collection of plush animals, these ones intact. Hanging alongside them was a thin golden knife with a jagged blade. Ophelia removed her knife, tapped her lip as she considered the animals, and finally selected a seal with pure white fur. Raising it high above her head, she turned away from them to face the altar. Lightning flashed red across the temple dome. The ground shook as she brought the knife down across the body of the plush seal.

Its cotton guts were jet-black. The dark wisps of fluff spilled out on the altar of Jupiter. Ophelia's jaw dropped.

'That—that's never happened before,' she said.

'What do you mean?' Nico asked. 'What does the augury say?'

'It…well, the message is…okay, it's probably not sink a lone fountain; you'll be home free.' She made a face. 'I've got it: seek information by yourself: it is a hard journey. That part's normal enough. But the colour…'

They all stared at the black innards.

Percy felt like he'd just swallowed ash. 'That's something bad, isn't it?'

'Maybe not,' Will said lightly. 'Oracles aren't always decipherable.'

Ophelia glared at him. 'I'm not an Oracle,' she snapped, her earlier nervousness evaporating. 'You've come to the wrong place for that. And I've read the augury. Take it or leave it.' She crossed her arms like she was waiting for them to leave.

They stepped out of the temple. Clouds the colour of Annabeth's eyes had gathered over the hill during the ritual. They began to disperse, but Percy couldn't help seeing a sign in them, as ominous as the black stuffing. He didn't like the way Nico and Hazel were exchanging looks, like his impending doom had just been foretold.

'We should focus on the message you did get,' Will suggested. 'There's no point worrying about the parts of a prophecy—or augury—that don't make sense yet.'

'Seek information by myself,' Percy repeated. 'It's a hard journey. Do prophecies—or auguries or whatever—actually tell you anything you don't already know?'

'At least it confirms what you want to do, right?'

'Would be nice if it told me where to find information.'

'Well,' Hazel said, 'there is another place you could try. For information, I mean.'

'Where's that?'

'We do have a university. Maybe just learning about stuff—it could help you put things together. Why don't you start there?'

And so he ended up in the registrar's office at New Rome University, trying to muddle his way through a bunch of module transfer forms. Apparently he was a sophomore here and already registered in a bunch of courses for the semester. More signs that this was his life and he should probably fall in and accept what all the demigods were telling him. He had trouble seeing himself as a college student, though. Bella's version of him as a street kid felt more his size. The classes on environmental science and naval ship systems that he was supposedly registered in seemed like someone had went, oh, let's pick some random courses to pretend he actually belongs here.

None of the modules on his list got at the stuff he wanted to find out: what this whole Greek demigod thing was about, and how to trust who was telling him the truth when he didn't have any memories.

'Can I change these?' he asked.

'We're not keen on students making swaps this late in the semester,' the registrar said.

A girl at the other end of the counter looked up from behind a curtain of straightly-ironed brown hair.

'Oh come on,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'He's still within the deadline to drop or add classes.' She gave Percy a conspiratorial look. 'It's noon today, which gives you an hour. They're just trying to fob you off so they don't have to do the paperwork.'

'Fine,' snapped the registrar. 'I really don't recommend it, but if you're going to insist…' He slid a course catalogue across the counter, along with a set of forms. 'You're going to have to fill those in with your new choices. By noon. I'm not taking anything even a second after.'

'Got it.' Percy picked up the forms and the catalogue. 'Thanks,' he said to the girl. She winked at him.

OoOoO

Percy didn't mean to be late for his first lecture. He'd even gotten up earlier and braved the kitchen while Annabeth was still making breakfast so that he'd get to the university on time. But then he'd gotten distracted along the way by a guy with goat hindquarters who wanted some spare change. By the time he found him a handful of coins and made it onto campus, he was already five minutes late, and it took him another twenty to find the right seminar room.

As fate would have it, he walked in just as the lecturer announced, 'So that's when the dark-haired god of the sea first enters the fray.'

Half the class tittered. One girl in the front, with a regal posture and black hair wound smoothly into a long braid, fixed Percy with eyes like onyx—stern and unyielding. She wasn't laughing.

The way she was looking at him, she had to be a recent legionnaire. Percy was learning to pick them out simply by the way they reacted to him, as though in awe of a reputation he had no idea how he'd gained.

Frank said Percy used to be a Praetor—a leader of the Roman legion. After his tour of said insanely disciplined legion, Percy only felt like laughing every time he tried to imagine himself leading that group.

This girl's expression was less awe and more I got your number, so don't try to pull anything on me, though. Percy decided to cross over to the other side of the room, as far away from her as he could get. Whatever it was she knew about him, he didn't feel like dealing with it.

He slid into an empty seat behind the girl with the ironed brown hair whom he'd seen in the registrar's office.

'Hello again,' she said, amusement in her voice. 'Nice entrance.'

'Yeah, I live to entertain.'

The lecturer cleared his throat. 'As I was saying, Neptune stirred up the seas and made them impassable. Um, sorry, I mean Poseidon. Poseidon sank the ships of Odysseus—yes?'

The stern-faced demigod girl had her hand in the air. 'Dr Langley, isn't that more consistent with the Roman view? And the text says that Odysseus doesn't play a role until much later.'

'Um, yes, yes, of course, you're right—jumping ahead of myself, there. Nept—Poseidon was a temperamental god, and—'

'Seriously, I don't see why she's taking this course if she already knows so much,' Iron-Curtain Hair whispered to Percy.

It went on like that for the rest of the class: Dr Langley stumbling over an illogical account of the Iliad, peppered with interruptions and corrections. Percy was disheartened by the end of it; Greek Mythology 101 seemed to be as messed up as his memories.

Iron-Curtain Hair turned in her seat. 'Hopeless, isn't he? Be you're regretting switching to this. What did you drop for it?'

'Why did you sign up for it?' he countered.

She shrugged. 'It was something new. I think they started it because of that exchange programme the legion's making such a big deal of. You know, exchange of heroes, fostering friendships, yada yada. There was that big announcement by the senate a couple months back.'

'Um…'

'They probably should have gotten a real Greek to do it, though. Romans teaching about the Greeks…it's like the blind leading the blind.'

'Who knows, maybe he's just trying to show what the Greeks were like: messy.'

Iron-Curtain Hair laughed and held out her hand. 'I'm Jessica, by the way.'

He shook it. 'Perseus.'

'Perseus,' she repeated. 'That's kind of a mouthful. No nicknames?'

'I guess you can call me Percy.' He might as well stop resisting it. Clinging to 'Perseus' might be a way to hold himself separate from the identity the demigods wanted him to embrace, but it wasn't actually helping him to figure out the truth.

'Percy it is. Now, I'd guess you're from the legion, seeing as I've never seen you before, but you're way too funny for that bunch of wet blankets.'

'You're not from the legion?'

'Gods, no. I wasn't really interested in all that Roman hero stuff. Discipline and falling in line and all that jazz…bor-ing.'

'I didn't know you had a choice. I thought all demigods went to Camp Jupiter.'

'Well, yeah, if you're a full demigod. Like, actually half-and-half. But I think it was my great-grandparents who were? Anyway, I figure I'm more mortal than god anyway, so why bother?'

Percy felt a brief stab of envy. He bet his life wouldn’t be this messed up if he'd been practically mortal.

'So what's your story?' Jessica asked. 'Demigod or legacy?'

'Um, nothing much, really. I'm—er—a Greek demigod?'

She raised her eyebrows. 'You say that like you're not sure.'

For a moment, he considered telling her about his amnesia. Then he realised the amazing opportunity he'd been presented with here: to get to know someone on his own terms, someone who didn't expect him to be this Percy Jackson character with the past that everyone but him seemed to know. Someone who wasn't trying to claim him.

He shrugged. 'I don't really care about my heritage,' he lied. 'So what if I'm Greek or Roman or, I dunno, alien? And the demigod thing is overrated.'

Jessica grinned. 'We should definitely hang out together some time. You got a number I can call?'

'Um, I don't have a cell phone.' At least, he didn't think he did. He stuck his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

'You and every other demigod. You guys are like, allergic to technology. Well, never mind. I'll give you my number and you can call me from a landline or something.' She ripped a sheet of paper out of her notebook and dug in her bag for a pen.

Percy's fingers closed around one in his right pocket. 'Here, I've got one.' He pulled it out and flicked off the cap.

And nearly had a heart attack.

Instead of a ballpoint pen, he was holding a balanced bronze sword, which had nearly taken Jessica's head off.

'Oh my gods!' she screamed.

'I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know—' He waved the sword around, then realised this was making the situation even worse. 'I swear, I didn't know it did this!'

There was a loud BANG and he jumped as a marble torso appeared in the middle of the seminar room.

'Rule-breaker!' yelled the statue. 'No weapons inside the Pomerian line!'

'What the hell?'

'I should be asking you that, young man!' With his muscular chest and forbidding expression, the statue-man would have looked like a threatening bouncer if not for his lack of arms. Or legs, for that matter—his lower half was nothing but a rectangular square.

The statue fixed beady eyes on Percy. 'Perseus Jackson. Just because you were Praetor once, don't think you can get away with a flagrant flouting of the rules!'

'I'm sorry—I swear I didn't know the pen was a sword. It just appeared!'

'Hmph,' said the statue. He looked long and hard at Percy, and Percy got the feeling that this statue, like all the other godly things around this place, knew something about him that he didn't. 'I suppose you do have some…extenuating circumstances. Very well. Put it in the tray and we'll call it good.'

A floating tray materialised next to the statue. Percy meant to drop the sword in at once, but something made him hesitate. He couldn't help but notice the way it felt in his hand, comfortable and perfectly balanced, like it was simply an extension of his arm. Maybe he didn't have a specific memory of it, but his body knew this sword. His fingers were reluctant to relinquish it.

But the statue was waiting. Percy dropped the sword into the tray, which elongated to accommodate it. With another speculative look at him, both statue and tray vanished.

Jessica cleared her throat.

'Sorry,' Percy told her again. 'Seriously, I had no idea.'

'Yeah, okay,' she said. Her voice sounded a little shaky. 'I'll, um, see you around, I guess.' She left without writing him her number.

Percy sighed and packed up his things.

When he got back to the apartment, he got a pleasant surprise.

The pen was back in his pocket.

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[jey-chan]

" The forgotten temple and the secret heritage"

Okay this strange idea come to live after a post that @just-servamp-trash​ rebloged, and im going to warn you beforehand: THIS IS A FEM MAHIRU, SPIRITUAL, MAGIC GIRL, IDOL SCHOOL CIRCUS AU! SO IF YOU DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS GO BACK AND RETURN ONLY IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE JUDLESS AND GIVE IT AN OPORTUNITY IN YOUR LIVE. I am clear? (ps: sorry if it was much caps but Im so nervous that I can just jump of my window) 

 key claves are:

“whatever the character is talking”

‘when its thinking”

/speakers /

flashback

Me: with that let’s go to this and forget about it in the future *craying*

Mahiru saw the building that will be her house in the next 3 years.

It was tall, and simple. A little too dark to her liking but is was nothing that she couldn’t deal with.

Making a fast approach, she locked in the paper that was in her hand that had the number of the room and evidence she was supposed to be there.

You maybe wondering: what kind of place is it? Well, the answer is simple: a circus school.

Okay a circus, idols, intern school. Did I get it clear? And before you start asking more questions let me continue with the story.

You see, Mahiru's mother was a very good illusion mage, and compositor. She studied here (her uncle says so) and was a quite famous but when she got pregnant, she left the scene to be with her family. Unfortunately, the dream was short lived… a drugged guy in a car killed her in front of her daughter upon a tormentus noon.

And Little 5 year old Mahiru was adopted by her circus leader uncle. He never fails to make her smile and he supports her when she needs it the most, and of course she just wants to follow her family business and one day be a true member of her uncle's circus (that currently is in a friends care, but her uncle still goes to wherever they are to check if everthing is ok, and make adjustments with the law if there are needed).

That’s and a little pep talk (with her uncle and friends) was make her enroll herself in this place.

Alice’s Garden Circus and Talents School.

A place that her family have lived for three generations (according to the records) and she was going to be the next best compositior and illusion clothes and lights maker in Japan or she isn’t called Mahiru Shirota.

“mmm… that’s odd. According to this im supposed to be here but… apparently I'm the only one, there's not even the keykeeper of the apartament.” She said to herself after going to the Sloth building, for the making class.

She looked around to make sure there isn't another living person, before going upstairs and opening the door with the number one on it.

‘maybe there aren’t so many students in this class’ she thinks.

The apartement was simple, little and comfy. Like the one she left this morning (it was in the next town) already loving it, she goes to see the asinged bedroom and found it similar to her one in downtown.

It has a nice little balcony, a comfy looking bed, a little deck was in the left wall and clothes was across the door.

Curious, she got to the other room and found it locked, so she went to explore the rest of the place, finding the kitchen and the laundry. With a smile in her face, she undid the curtains and started to clean a little, but a little moaning sound made her stop and look to the sofa.

In a little corner, a black cat was trying to shield himself from the light.

“Aww! You are such a cutie. How did you come in? and…” she carried him to an eye level, noticing the smalls cuts in the fur. “What happened to you?” Mahiru shook her head and went to the bathroom with the cat in her arms.

Once she bathed him and bandaged some of the most nasty cuts, she got a collar with a bell and then attached it to his neck.

“Here. I hope you will like it, Kuro.”

 “Kuro I’m going to class. There is some food and water. Se ya later”  

Kuro.

It was a good name. the voice that give it to him is was a calide one.

But the presence was so familiar and at the same time, so new. He recognised the presense but his mind didn’t want it to be true.

The last astral master for the sun temple died 15 years ago and no one has awakened the power so… who was the one that has this similar presence?

His injuries didn’t make pain anymore so this person somehow had cure him and that's something very difficult, I mean with the amount of energy he have they were supposed to be in his body for ar least another two days.

Opening his eyes, he saw that he was in a dark room with a bed.

‘Where am I?’ he asked himself, ‘last I remember, I was running for cover after that weird dude got me...’

He looked around and after he made sure no one was here, he puffed to his human form.

His cat ears move a little at sensing an new thing around his neck.

“What a pain…” he says. “Apparently this person just made the first step to a contract with my other form… I hope I can make it retract it before it’s become a big problem”

With that in mind the strange blunette went to the kitchen and started to search for something to eat.

He found some instant ramen and started to make it.

His mind goes back to that terrible day that his last master died.

“Hey…Ash… what are you going to do if I’m going and there is no one to watch over the temple?” a man in a kimono had asked him one morning looking through the traditional window.

“Well, I have promised that I will look after your life and the temple so if you are going I'm going to take care of it until the next one come in…. or the temple fall whatever happens first” he had answered with a lazy expression in his face but with fear in his soul. Why he have to ask that in the state that he is now?

He dosen’t have the vitality of yesterday, his body is more weak than before and his spirit was flashing like a bad flashlight before shutting off.

He didn’t want him dead. He didn’t want to see him die.

Its was a bad pain in the heart and in his mind to see them die, he have seen so many deaths and he knows they are in a better place (save for one little troublesome soul who refuse to go wihout seeing a female descent take over the family business or cut apart the tradition, and see the world together) they all have past that is peacefull and painless but still it hurts him to see his friends and masters go one by one from the only thing he cannot protect them from: illness and death.

He shook his head. Of course he can protect them from death, He can save them from it but… he dosen’t want to force them to live with this disgusting second life of his.

Of course, it is not his decision so he always makes them the offer and if they say yes then he has to make them like the second part of him…

But since he is an animal guardian spirit for temples too, they had become a neko spirit… but that is the only theory. None of them have said yes.

They all have said no, and had gone to the after life.

Now, the last one is going to see the others before him and he will be all alone again… no one will be here to help him going through the pain that he has been regretting. There will be no one to need his protection and no one to make pranks or someone to pet him in his animal form.

No one that will tell him what to do and how to make things better or someone that tell him if he is wrong or not.

No one that will save him from little kids that will play with his long and puffy cat tail.

He knows that time is up and the person at his care was going to die soon.

“Sleepy Ash… I… there was this girl I really loved, and she loved me too, but… for her happiness and health, I conviced her to let me stay here to fullful her dreams and destiny… I'm both glad and sad that she did it. She was a free soul. I didn’t want to make her a prisoner here so I let her go and until now I know she is enjoying herself for the two of us…”

The guardian has known about that girl. The Illusion circus trapezist, dancer, and mage. He didn’t know the full history about them until now.

“… In her last card she wrote something that I have yet to understand but… can you make sure they stay safe and free? Please? You only need to check every now and then to make sure they are still free and themselves. Please. It will be my last wish, Be yourself and accept a new family if you are offered to”

The family guardian has taken his human form and went to meet his last master eye to eye.

“I Can promise you I will do everything that is in me to make sure your wishes are doned. I cant make my self to move one the way you must like but I will try….its the lesst paint way so I going to do it”

The brunette smiled and made his last laugh for him.

His most trusted guardian.

“Be free and enjoy yourself. You will find someone special for you one day. Someone you will really love as a equal and become your true master, human partner, and friend… so when that day comes, please don’t be afraid of a helping hand and may the wind favor you”

The young adult saw him one last time.

“Thank you Sleepy Ash. For everthing that you have done to my family and for being here when I grow up and…for staying here in my last moment” and with that the autumn colored human closed his eyes and exaled his last breath.

 He was so distracted by the memory that never saw that his tail made a mess in the floor and that the door was beginning to open.

His ears were processing the information that the tv was showing and didn’t hear the “I'm home” from the person with the same voice that gave him his new name said.

He didn’t feel it until is was so late.

 Mahiru came to the apartament after a very tired first day at this new school.

She had made some friends and had the opportunity to meet some important and spectacular people, like Krantz-san. One of the best managers that she knows.

It was a good day. She had some assignments, like start with some costumes for the cultural festival that was aimed for the mid of term but it's better to start now than be sleep deprived later.

She opened the door and said the common line “ I’m home” but this time she said it to a strange noice in the living room.

‘did I leave the tv on?’ she asked herself before she saw the silhouette of another person.

She panicked for a second and took the broom to try to hit the strange person that invaded her new home but… something made her see it in a new light.

Were those cat ears? And were they moving?

Curiosity took the best of her and she unconsciously went to the blue haired boy without advice taken.

“T-they are real?!”

The persons reaction was instant.

He flew to the wall and with a puff sound the same black cat she left this morning was in the ceiling looking around in a very fast way.

“K-KURO?! A-ARE YOU A NEKO?!”

The cat recognised the voice and put his eyes in the new comer.

‘No… I-it can't be…’

In front of him was a girl that resembled a mage girl fom his past and his last master.

‘You've got to be kidding me’ he said to himself before going of and turning to his human form, his ears and tail flapping in the landing.

“When I'm in this form please don’t say my name” he needed to make some points here first before he can try to explain to her and him the fact that maybe she was the last sun gifted for the ruined temple.

“Y-your name? I didn’t know you have one! And I thought you where a simple black cat and I named you Kuro for-“

She has said it.

Of course she has to do it.

The second step to the contract of his other part has been completed.

The light that made a circle and a shine around his neck and her wrist disappeared with the same force that came to live.

“ W-w-what was that?!”

“What a pain…. You just made a contract with me…. So troublesome, I could die… what's your name” if he needs to be with this person for the next 24 hours he better know her name and… that will give away his suspusion.

“hu? M-my name? well-KYAAAA! D-DON’T P-PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! T-THERE IS THIS CREATURE AFTER ME!” the deserate cry made them look at the window.

Somehow it was dark and there in the backyard of the school gates one of her new friends was being attacked be some strange creature.

“How troublesome…. What is a demon doing here of all places? And why does it have to be powerful enough to make the shadows block the sun?”

That make the girl see him.

“A demon? Th-that thing is a demon?!” and without saying another word, she took the broom an started to run towards the door.

“w-wait t-the limit distan-“ a blue line appears on the neck of the neko boy and made him puff in his cat form and fly to the door, landing in his new masters back.

The girl fell but inmediately grabbed him, and continued with the running.

“W-why are you running? Isn't it better if you call someone else?” Kuro said in a monotone voice.

“I’m so done with the ‘let's hope someone comes and help them’ and the ‘who is going to make it?’ no one wants to be that someone that can make people die in the bad time” was the answer.

She put him down once they came close to that monster.

“If you want to run then run, but I will be that someone that will help him. He is my friend and if I don’t do it then who will?”

And with that she went off to go kick the beast with the home broom and once the demon sees her she become a little paralized before running back.

“S-Shirota?”

“Run! I got it, so you run! And that will be the last time you call me Shirota! Call me be my name Mahiru, not by my surname!” was the response of the girl.

‘S-Shirota?’ the mind of Kuro goes back to the last wish of his late master.

“Can you make sure they are safe? And if they give you a new family accept it”

B-but that’s is impossible. THERE WASN'T ANOTHER SHIROTA FAMILY! N-no more Shirotas were born after his last master h-how is that possible?…

“there was this girl and… we may or not may have had an issue... before she left”

New and forgotten lines were poping up in his head while he saw the girl running and kicking the demon with the broom.

“…. In her last letter there was something I didn’t understand yet, but… can you find them and make sure they are safe? If they are a free soul then let them be, but make sure they are safe and don’t go for the bad. Can you?”

“HAA!”

The scream that the girl did make him focus on the situation at hand.  His new mistress was about to be killed by the demon hand.

His body moves on its own.

Becoming a living sheld for the girl and the demon weapon.

With a powerful kick he made the thing fly some yards.

His hand got to the place that was in the new injury. It was a profund one and with his current energy state he will not be much help.

That demon need to be killed before it becomes a mayor threat but he just can’t do it… his astral levels of mana were low and the fact that he hasn't drank any blood in the last five centuries didn’t help.

“H ha haha hahahaha did you really think that you can make something? Hibrid Guardian? You are so low in energy! Haven’t have enough energy since the last fight with the demon gang and if I see correctly you haven’t drank any blood right?” the demon starts to talk and make fun of him.

“B-blood? W-what does that mean?” the neko saw the little terror in his new mistress.

“Haven’t you told her? Wasn't she supposed to know because of her heritage? “

“M-my heritage? W-what is it talking about?! I don’t have more heritage than my mom’s and uncle circus!”

The demon laughs more.

“Hahahahaa so it was true?! hahahaa the last suns son have a adventure with the moon and wind daughter? And that the proof of it hasn't been in the temple for the last 15 years allowing us to roam free again! HAHAHAHAHA! I am so depth you one stupid girl and so I shall make your death less painful” a terrible laugh echoed in the middle of the desert school.

“but first… let me tell you a story. You see, the animal spirit guardian here its something that is more powerful than all the guardians since the original ones times. And do you know why? Well that’s because its not only a stupid animal spirit but its also a vampire.”

The eyes of the girl open in a big state.

“Oh and that’s not all, you see, this one has a bad habit of not taking blood if its not nesessary, for more than five centures it has been giving his power for the mana energy of the sun temple and its priest..but now that the temple is in ruins and there is no more Shirota priests to give him some energy he needs blood to make this fight more interesting ooh but… you will not do it right? Take some blood to make sure there is not danger in the world like you promised your last master”

Kuro was abut to say something in his little rage state when a hand in his jacket made him lower himself. His mouth meets fresh skin that got ripped apart and was soaking with a metallic and warm liquid.

It was running in his mouth like a waterfall and soon it was needed to be swallowed before making him drown in the strange, addicted liquid.

Other two rapid shallows and he took apart his tooth for the liquid fountain. His thought took all the remains that have fallen to his lips and chin savoring the metal, spicy and sweet combination of  crimison.

“If you need some blood then you can have it. I don’t know if what he says is true but I will help you because you are now my friend and friends help each other” the voice of the girl made his way to his brain.

His ears and tail stay up with grace and energy.

A metal chain with blue and black energy glow made its apearence, between the back part of his neck and around the wrist of the bleeding arm of the girl.

With a little turn around he saw the determination in her eyes. Those eyes that remind him so much of his last master.

The wind made her honey hair dance in the way the magican lover of the last male Shirota.

And the suddenly rush of mana energy that flowed through the chain made all the question despair in his mind.

The sun power was not lost.

He had his first commander as a vampire and a new one as a guardian animal spirit.

And both were his first female ones.

He now was kuro the Servamp of Sloth and Lion Spirt guardian of the sun temple that was at the service of the first girl descendent for the Shirota family clan.

“Hear me now you bad thing! I am Mahiru the third of the Shirota and Windmoon clans! And now you are going to pay for your action against this world in the name of the Sun Temple and the might night secret! There is not way of escape for my guardian spirit and servamp Kuro the Sleppy Ash of Sloth and for me. The Simple alliance of clans, Eve of the Sloth and Priest of Simplement” the words left her mouth in a instinctive form.

She didn’t know what she was saying but somehow its feels right to say it.

It's like when you see for the first time your parents and know the sound that you need to make for recognizement.

It was all so strange and at the same time so right and natural to her.

“and now I going to punish you in the name of the eclipse! Kuro go for it!”

The servamp and spirit guardian go after the demon with a speed similar to the sound.

His claws go through the steel skin of the monster and made him stay quiet.

“My mistress has ordered me to give you a fair court” his ears and tail moved in a synchronized way that was hipnoticant, beautiful and scary at the same time.

“Your laziness will give me the information I need to know your crimes,” a strange blue and black mist start to glow in a lazy form from the movement of the neko parts.

Mahiru saw in the mist all the things that her enemies have done.

“The judgement has been done. You are found light guilty and so, you are going to be purified be the lazy sun!”

A gust of energy passed by the chains to the claws of the guardian cat vampire and in a orange and blue light the demon become dust and lights balls that made its way to the sky banishing the shadows and giving the moon room to shine and give some calm to the earth.

“W-what a pain...” kuro fell to the pavement once the chains disappeared.

“K-kuro! A are you okay?” the voice of the girl made his ears twich.

“I’m so done… I haven’t fought like that in 34 years… and I'm so sure tomorrow I will be in such a pain… I need to sleep” was the only response of the cat vampire guardian.

“Oh… im glad is nothing bad…” the girl fell to hers knees and sat down next to her fallen vampire.

“I thought for a moment tha… you will leave me too…” and with that last comment she passed out.

The ears made a movement at that sentence and the curiosity made him see her.

“What a pain…” he says once he saw her.

With some effort he got himself to her side and made sure she was still alive.

And felt relief to find that she was alive. Only some bruises and the bleeding arm.

He closed his eyes searching for the like to his brothers and finding the only one he was sure to call for help in this kind of situations.

‘well’ he thought before the darkness took him to sleep, ‘I think he can rest in peace’

Without knowing a spirit saw all of the fight and was now smiling to himself

“look at this Sunbird, you have found the answer to that strange letter, didn’t you?” the spirit said to the moon.

“what is the future going to be now? This is going to be interesting to watch”

Oh and you are right mysterious spirit.

The things are going to be interesting for now..

  okay that’s all for now. I so done whit this. if this got enouth support we are going to make it count. and if @angel-of-music-hyde-no-longer chan is okay to be our beta for the rest of the story that’s is.

 ica mayolo xinompaqui and see you latter!

  *hides and never come back*

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME.   Paddra-Ballad Caius, Caius Ballad NICKNAME.   none AGE.   2,000+ BIRTHDAY.   December 27th  ♑  Capricorn ♑ (Capricorn Sun / Scorpio moon) ETHNIC GROUP.   Indigenous/Aborginals/Paddran NATIONALITY.   Pulsian LANGUAGE / S. canon: Pulsian  ;New World: French, Italian, Russian God of Death: Nigh-omniscience  SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Heterosexual  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   Demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single (canon) / in a relationship (AU) CLASS.  N/A HOME TOWN / AREA.   Paddra CURRENT HOME.   The New Unseen Realm PROFESSION.   Seeress’s Guardian, God of Death

PHYSICAL.

HAIR.  Long purple hair, goes down to her mid-back. Smooth with light purple tufts of hair. EYES.  a vivid purple, almond-shaped. His eyes are normally sharp, stern, and intense usually some moments, which may intimidate some people who see them NOSE.  Wide bridge but slender nostrils it's also tall and straight  FACE. His face is kinda of square, prominent, strong jaw, open forehead, and subtle high cheekbones. LIPS. Full lips, the bottom is a bit more full COMPLEXION.  tanned - earth tones mostly, smooth, and soft with some weathering. BLEMISHES. He has freckles when looked upon closely have lightened up over the years but are distinguishable under a keen eye SCARS.  A few but they have faded possible or just non-existent due to the nature of the heart of chaos. TATTOOS. N/A HEIGHT.   6′4″ WEIGHT. 197 lbs BUILD.   Athletic, slender FEATURES. My seem imposing, vivid purple hair  ALLERGIES. N/A USUAL HAIR STYLE. Usually let down, held in place by his headband a large sweeping bang from the left. USUAL FACE LOOK.   Stern, unmoved and confident, even seen smirking arrogantly. While it’s not rare nor is it a common occurence, her features tends to soften up when he’s around people such as Yeul USUAL CLOTHING.  Armour made by Etro reverence of Bahamut

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S.  Failure, in the past many perhaps not being personal worth. ASPIRATION / S.  To end his and her suffering and free themselves from this accursed torment given by the Goddess Etro POSITIVE TRAITS.  Determined, Persistent, Dutiful, Practical, Wise,  NEGATIVE TRAITS.  Apathetic/Callous, Dogged, Blunt, Manipulative, Merciless, Cruel, Nonsense, Dogged MBTI.   LOGISTICIAN (ISTJ-A) ZODIAC.   Capricorn TEMPEREMENT.   Phlegmatic/ Choleric SOUL TYPE / S.  Hunter/ Caregiver ANIMALS.   Sable VICE HABIT / S.  N/A FAITH.  Agnostic GHOSTS? Yes AFTERLIFE? Yes REINCARNATION? He has none ALIENS? No. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT.  N/A  ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. N/A SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. EDUCATION LEVEL.  Home-schooled 

FAMILY.

FATHER.  N/A MOTHER. N/A SIBLINGS.  N/A EXTENDED  FAMILY.  N/A NAME MEANING / S.   Caius is classical and serious but also has a simple, joyful quality. There was a third century pope named Caius, as well as an early Christian writer, several Shakespearean characters, and a Twilight vampire. We would pronounce the name to rhyme with eye-us though at Cambridge University in England, where it's the name of a college, it's pronounced keys. Caius is currently Number 164 on Nameberry. 

HISTORICAL CONNECTION ?  N/A

FAVOURITES.

BOOK. N/A MOVIE. N/A 5 SONGS.  “ Heavy” - Florence + The Machine, “Caius Theme” - Final Fantasy XIII-2  “Oblivion“ - Bastille Sun and Steel” - Audiomachine “ Dawn ” - Skyrim DEITY.  N/A HOLIDAY.  N/A MONTH.  November, December SEASON.  Fall, Winter PLACE.  Paddra WEATHER. Fair temperatures, little  humidity, weather with slight forecast SOUND. Rainfall, night-time cricket ambience, the night, THE QUIET SCENT / S. like night, like fresh after a rain storm night. Coupled with a bit of sea water, jasmine, metal and earthy tones.  TASTE / S. Salt, Honey FEEL / S.  Leather, animal hide, scales ANIMAL / S.  Bahamut NUMBER.  N/A COLOUR. Green

EXTRA.

TALENTS.  Piano, creating metal sculpture art BAD  AT.  Critical, Self-Expressing, Fastidious, Judgemental, Conservative, Apathetic TURN  ONS.  An interesting personality, a good rival, determination, passion, being vigilant and perhaps just someone battling the odds.  TURN  OFFS.  Ignorance, constant nonsense, terrible personality, invading personal space, Weakness HOBBIES. Reading, taking long walks, training, stargazing TROPES. Papa Wolf: Seriously, do not mess with Yeul when he's around. That includes you, universe and you too, Etro. AESTHETIC  TAGS.   Moon, rain, mountains, forests, charcoal, feathers, leather, time, Fog GPOY  QUOTES.  “ Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final. .” - Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S. N/A ALT  FC / S.  N/A OLDER  FC / S.  N/A YOUNGER  FC / S. N/A VOICE  CLAIM / S. Liam’ O Bren

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1.   if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?  A1.  Walk to Oblvion - that explores the boundaries of morality between what is typically good and evil, and understand what is truly human in character in our core. I think perhaps a western movie or a high fantasy movie which Caius cause’s destruction for a greater purpose.

Q2.   what would their soundtrack / score sound like? A2.   Oh, boy I say Dawn - Jeremy Soule, Skyrim. 

Q3.   why did you start writing this character? A3.    From long story to short, it started when I was in yoga class when Book 4 was still airing. My muse for her came out of nowhere and I told myself the feeling is going to go away, but that night…I ended up making a blog for her. And here I am now.

Q4.   what first attracted you to this character? A4. Oh boy, this is a long explanation you’re demanding from me lol but I’ll bite. Well to star,t I picked up Caius out of curiosity and perhaps chance, I originally wanted to do Noctis - but Tumblr was so oversaturated with Noctis that I didn't want to be a clone. So, I had to go through the “fishing for a muse” phase.  I roleplayed a bit as Riku from KH , Kefka from FF6 and thus Caius. Now I chose Caius because from what I was told usually people pick him up and drop him like a dime - it sounded like a role I could take to see how it went since he was my first villain (at that point was a bit insecure at the time  ) At first, I was unsure if I would be good with him when I went on a massive study on him, he was this compelling villain and seem always to have a recognisable appearance which i was worried I would not master or convey into my other rps. Later,  I learned he was the most human of all final fantasy characters out there; with him wanting to destroy time for just one person, which other final fantasy 13 character such as Lightning, Fang wanted cocoon destroyed just to save those they loved and that kind of drew in more the more I realised it; the whole grey spectrum and his personality I could just connect with it off the bat ( I don’t know something about stoic attitude that always kinda makes me want to roleplay them so well and it always works for me, funny as it was since I used to RP Cloud Strife back on myspace). Though I think me and Caius have many differences we do have many similarities which made me fancy the character and got me to portray him to this level where. It’s perhaps easy to know  So, I guess you can say I roleplayed him as a mistake?

Q5.   describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5.  Being cryptic and generally just being callous so many things that some people would be, pretty much an asshole to people and his unfiltered honesty. Not being expressive

Q6.   what do you have in common with your muse? A6.   quite blunt lol and down to earth actually, i guess being practical at least.

Q7.   how does your muse feel about you? A7.  cool dood just needs to lighten the fuck up sometimes and be less blunt and callous, he would make a lot of friends if he did that.

Q8.   what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8.   Kuvira (Avatar. Legend of Korra), Alex Benedetto (Gangsta), i think mostly Moana (Disney’s Moana), Fang ( Final Fantasy XIII trilogy), Kuja (Final Fantasy IX)

Q9.   what gives you the inspiration to write your muse? A9.  SE not fleshing out Caius, a lot of gothic horror pieces of literature, Lovecraft and Poe to flesh out his emotional states in some of my rps and what not. To expound upon such an amazing character is an honour and give my perspective on certain events, ones even sensitive, that have shaped his bleak future which he woefully remembers most of his life.

Q10. how long did this take you to complete?

Like a week lol because I was so on and off and doing multiple things