#cyberengle

[uwps001]

@cyberengle

"Tch." Constantine is losing patience with these little CLAW games. "How does anyone win anything with these." If this was a shooter, he'd win all the prizes here and give them to his sister and Hiyori.

Anyway, he'll try again, aiming for a small trinket.

[isolaradiale]

Reporting for hooty. Applying as Engle from UFO 50! No prior reserve, and the application is under "/app".

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Engle!

You will be housed in HOUSE 109.

You'll be given a bb gun.

Enjoy your stay!

-- mod altair.

[2501iv]

"Are you someone that accepted this "quest" as well, or someone looking to face off with the Candy Witch?" Ivy addressed the figure that approached as she examined a low entrance door to the castle. It was locked, which meant either no one else had used it yet or they re-locked behind anyone that entered.

"...Either way, from the looks of you... I can be useful to you, and you can be useful to me." Her red eyes fixed analytically on the candy corn axe carried by the new arrival. Without moving them, she pulled a spicy bean from her utility belt and pushed it firmly into the door's keyhole. The hard candy lock sizzled and cracked sharply.

Taking the handle in her hand, she pulled it open and stepped aside, propping it open for the other to step in first.

— ☾ QUEST ACCEPTED: The Candy Culling (Candy Witch Castle) w/ @cyberengle

[sinnerno8]

@cyberengle

〜 "So you're not Distorted then? You're just an owl?"

"I, erm... Not to be rude."

[vinedhcart]

@cyberengle

Yumine's gasp is soft. She's never seen anything like it before. A person with a bird head! "Please forgive me, but YOU are absolutely beautiful!"

[indomitableblackdragon]

"I keep thinking I've seen it all here and then somehow, some way, they keep doing this to me."

At first she'd admit most of it was shocking but at the rate NJ was running at she managed to turn that shock into excitement. Normal people showing up in eclipses was one thing but the person she saw was something else for one particular reason.

"You're an owl! That's so cool!"

@cyberengle | s.c

[yajmae]

MUN TALKS ABOUT THE MUSE   ✟   ACCEPTING.

@cyberengle sent--- ↳ ✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

✍ - favorite thing about writing the muse?

that he resents humanity but does the most human thing ever and tries the weirdest foods and food combos. he has the capacity to be stupid and silly in a really deadpan way despite being serious 95% of the time.

[blankticket]

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? 

i have a headcanon that when training his aim, vash (infamous gunslinging pacifist outlaw) will only level a weapon at bullseye targets, even when he's dry-firing.

this headcanon mostly comes from the influence of Receiver 2, a favorite video game of mine that focuses on guns (i love playing this game especially to maintain muse for vash).

in-game, there are cassette tapes that you collect and listen to in order to advance to the next level. my favorite tape, Silhouettes, has to do with the purposeful american military shift from bullseye targets to silhouette targets.

After World War 2, a military study concluded that only a quarter of American soldiers were willing to line up their sights on a human target. To combat this problem, the army found ways to dampen our natural aversion to killing one another. They replaced bullseye targets with human silhouettes, made training conditions more similar to actual combat, and trained recruits to avoid taking personal responsibility for killing. After enough training, you can eventually learn to stop seeing people at all, and just see silhouette targets everywhere… even in the mirror.

in Receiver 2, there aren't any animal silhouette targets to aim at. and the only human silhouette in the game...

is in your reflection.

[viladlind]

📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory? 

fiyero yapping

this is gonna sound mean, i like his first death/assassination trauma a lot. lots of aspects to this.

first, his throat scar (in his original design, isola fiyero has more now) is his only scar. fiyero takes meticulous care of his body. he's perfected the combination of first aid and healing magic to avoid scarring entirely. except for the throat.

it plays into the idea of death being heavier to him than a dnd setting implies. that he died— really, truly died. not just a one minute revivify death. he was dead for several hours. and then he was brought back. and it ruined his old life. and it gave him a new one.

i love writing out his anxiety around it. how much he hates death. how truly miserable it is to him, to get hurt, to die, even if just for a minute. how the first death will always be the worst one, but every other one still reminds him of it. i like! how sensitive to the touch the scar is. that it's the only part of fiyero's body that he keeps entirely hidden with his golden band. he is so so so open to sharing his body, but not with this. this is always tucked away.

and i like talking about his fear of suffocation/large bodies of water in relation to his first death. it's something i think about a lot when i consider that, on the road, he'd often have to wash up in rivers or bathhouses. it's a very vulnerable topic for him.

i think what really intrigues me about it all (apart from liking angst) is that it's a very stark contrast to fiyero's default happiness. and at the same time, it plays perfectly into his general attitude of appreciating life with its faults. fiyero chooses happiness, but he also chooses mortality. and personhood. he is messy because that's just what mortals are. they feel. they are happy, they are sad. they try to live. and when they die, they desperately claw at whatever they can hold onto to try and get another day, another hour, another minute, another second.

it's a nice playground to explore that particular aspect of his character. the ugly and the messy and the sad.

[occiderecorvus]

@cyberengle

"It doesn't feel like I've had this place very long." Yet she's seen people come and go from Lionheart. "I remember when I first thought of Lionheart. I had it in mind to protect people. Keep them safe from disasters that'd find their way onto the island."

[ciphertone-a]

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? 

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? 

for a guy who's currently super easy to snap in half, not very strong and has no flight instinct, he loves picking fights and not backing down from arguments. he literally goes out of his way to be an antagonistic little asshole. one day he will get his ass beat and he won't be able to handle it because he can't really do anything except bite and scratch and so i foresee a hospital visit in his future. which is really funny for the guy with medical trauma

[guidingstarmira]

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

Mun talks about the Muse: ✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

HM I'd have to say it's not only being able to look at 'firsts' for things and feeling how she'd actually react to something (ie: ice skating and so on, albeit I personally haven't but I imagine it's akin to rollerblading) but seeing how the other characters react to her? Because, while it's mostly them adjusting to the city per say, with her, it's an added layer of her adjusting to life and living also?

[cladinivcry]

Indigo waits silently. Doesn't want to say anything while seeing just how hard Engle is thinking about this entire thing. When she does speak, indigo straightens their posture and adjusts one of the rings on their finger.

"That's a piece of cake. Just be as thorough with your wish when asking me. Can't tell you how many were angry in the past about a wish gone wrong."

It was the reason why indigo kept their identity hidden back home. People were....greedy and when greed took over they became dangerous.

Here, they didn't have to worry about that, right?

Engle huffs. As frustrated as she is that she can't contact her fellow agents, taking it out on this person won't change anything. She simply has to accept this for now.

She thinks this over for a while. If she gains a memento of her friends, would it make remembering them hurt less? Or would the reminder bring her pain?

She thinks about what she's fighting for. Why did she become a Cyber Owl? Why did she dedicate her life to vanquishing the forces of evil?

It's because there is good, and because there is evil, that she chooses to fight on the side of good. And she has to remember who she's fighting for, even when they aren't here with her.

"... I would like you to bring a photograph to me," she finally says. "It's of a place and time in my memory. Can you do this for me?"

She'll share the details if they can.

[atomic-bell]

She'd started wandering the city with the intentional confidence of someone used to pretending to be a native in cities they've never been in before. She followed the flow of pedestrians, surprised at how familiar the architecture looked--albeit familiarly grecian.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and popped up her fur collar against the chill. It wasn't as bad as she was used to, but there was no point getting a cold--or even just being uncomfortable--for pride's sake.

She paused at a corner, looking up at a street sign that read 'Star Trail', thinking for a moment, before letting her feed guide her toward the smell of food. She hadn't eaten since before the Havana mission, and whatever this bizarre mindscape was, it didn't seem eager to let her forget that fact. She passed a dizzying array of restaurants, and inhabitants that encouraged her belief that she was still hallucinating, when she paused, brow furrowing. That smell--That couldn't be--

Her pace doubled, and she found herself staring at the impossible. The sign said "Kukhnya Sibir." Siberian Kitchen.

The menus were in half a dozen languages, and as she picked up one in Yakut, she saw Kymis, Kyercheh, Fried Carp and Roe, Salamat with Lepyoshki, Oladyi, Stroganina--she blinked, wiping her eyes. Why would Adler conjure this?

Or was this her own mind's conjuration? Comfort for a dying woman? She paused, hesitating. Why would this comfort her? Her memories were of England. Brighton. What was Yakut to her, except a language she knew?

She didn't care. She grabbed a table. Investigation could wait.

By the time her food and drink arrived she was fully lost in the sauce--the disconnect between who she was supposed to think she was and the comforts of home forgotten in her culinary delight.

(starter for @cyberengle)

[zenomiral]

@cyberengle

"Enjoy the moment, the need for Soldiers within this city is less then you think. It is a ...despite appearance, a very regulated city."

[loveswayed]

"What! Really!" she's more interested in the fact that this is an owl lady talking to her now than she is in the chocolate. Mitsuri hurriedly shoves a couple of pieces in her mouth before following up with more questions.

"So what do you eat!? Do you eat the same things owls eat!? Do you have night vision? Can you perch like an owl?"

"I am, yes."

"I can't eat chocolate, so you can have it." She offers her the whole box. (Why she was given an entire box of chocolate if she can't eat it is anyone's guess.)