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//YOU ASKED FOR IT

Saru-mun\\

just here trying to mine mythrite ore in FFXIV and listening to @visionsofecho watching a playthrough of Expedition 33...

I DON'T NEED TO CRY WHILE I'M LOOKING FOR ROCKS, MAN 😭😭😭

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Send in "🎲" for our muses to play a boardgame together.

Send in “🎲+🥃” for alcohol to be involved. (Imagine the potential for new ships)

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Touga, naming swords: iron-crushing fang! Heavenly resurrection fang!

Touga, naming children: life-destructing shit! Dog half demon!

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"Strong words." Sesshōmaru remains unfazed before the threat of his sire's fang. "Too bad I can barely hear them over the sound of your panting."

What a pitiful sight. The hanyō was in tatters, barely standing. If Sesshōmaru took him on now, he'd stain his own honor as a warrior.

And besides, it wasn't like he could touch Tessaiga the way he was now. An issue yet to be solved, that one... And until that solution was found, Sesshōmaru needed someone to keep custody of it. If only this handler were at least proficient in staying alive.

"You're not worthy of me the way you are now." The Daiyōkai said after a moment of heavy silence. "Your wounds look interesting, however. Did you even manage to kill who did this to you?"

Oh, he hoped not. That would give him something far better to do for the time being.

@visionsofecho Said: ☠️ to catch my muse after getting injured ~ from Sesshomaru (post manga or mid-manga, whichever you are most comfortable with!)

He's got every reason to be alone right now.

They're all still asleep, they hadn't even noticed the threat. He'd overexerted himself, and he had the blood to show for it. Blood on his claws, blood on the sword resting next to him, and bloodied arms, and legs. Pissed him off, that he felt pain this way, he knew it was intensified by having human blood. An ordinary human would be dead after the beating he'd just taken. Hair glowing in the moonlight, he's sat on a river bank.

He has to wash the wounds. Get the disgusting, intoxicating scent of blood off of him. A scent he's grown a distaste for.

"Fuck!"

He's far enough away, none of the others would hear him. An exclamation that, ii some strange way, helped focus on something other than the physical pain. He'd really fucked up this time, this was going to take two or three days to heal. Most of the time it only took twelve or so hours. All relatiive to the level of injury he'd endured. The wounds, still fresh, that was the only reason they hurt like this. It wouldn't take long before the pain itself numbed itself down.

By the time he notices just who's behind him, it's too late. The scent of blood, it clouded had clouded his senses. Made it impossible to detect anything, let alone anyone. Not until a shadow in the moonlight appears, that's when he shifts quickly, ready to strike all over again. Ready to slice through any youkai that dared approach with his claws.

Who that shadow turned out to be. That him fall back, perhaps in form of natural reflex.

It had only been seconds at most, body mostly submerged, yet his surprise at his own older brother had him choking out water the second he'd instinctively sat back up. Even as he fought to catch his breath, even through the pain, Inuyasha had swiftly grabbed the Tessaiga.

"Get the fuck away from me, if ya don't wanna lose another arm."

Is the source of his heavy breathing the pain? The unintentional inhalation of water moments ago? Or was it something else entirely? He had to defend himself, even if it was his sheer force of will that motivated the grip on his blade. It hurt like hell, but he'd be damned if he was dying today.

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Sickness. A sudden loss.

Chaesun was right, they could relate. And Jumin suspected she already knew who he was thinking of at that very moment. After all, the others had been pretty overzealous with sharing the truth behind Rika's absence to the newcomer. Something he had disapproved of, but couldn't undo.

It was probably for the best... Chaesun was staying at Rika's apartment, after all... Jumin himself hadn't known about the place until Chaesun's sudden appearance in the chatroom made Luciel and Jihyun spill the beans.

Why did Rika even need a place away from her home with Jihyun? Where was this place? What did it look like? Was it even furnished with everything Rika might have needed to do... whatever she was doing in there?

Hide from Jihyun? From RFA?

'... Even from me?'

What an ugly thought to have about someone who wasn't even in this world anymore.

He shook his head, drawing a sigh. Jumin scolded himself for that moment. Best to focus on Chaesun. Chaesun was present, and talking to him. Even when she stood in a place that had to be filled with Rika's final memories.

[I feel like I've touched a sore subject. I apologize.]

He almost left it at that, feeling that instinct to clam up and retreat. But instead of chasing it, Jumin pushed against it. He stopped, thought it through, and sent another message.

[It's irritating that I cannot do much for you while you are in there, considering the risks you are taking.]

[But if you'd like to go see her, you only need to let me know where to meet. I will ensure your safety.]

Another pause.

[Not the typical favor from a new friend, I know.]

[If it's awkward, just tell me.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀’Someone’. That was odd phrasing. It hinted at a struggle he might be dealing with behind the scenes. Jumin’s father was the most prominent member of his family, and she could only guess that the news articles about his love life may not all be trashy rumors. She empathized. her own father turned out to be similar, but the wound ran so deeply that she was not getting into that over text. For now, she wouldn’t poke him about it. Instead, she leaned against the counter near the microwave as her cup of noodles spun around and bit at the nail of her index finger, debating how to go about this.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[You caught that, huh?]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[No one took her from me. She was...]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bangs shadowed her eyes as she frowned at the screen. Years of neglecting her health had cost her mother, Chaeyeon, her life. She was so focused on work, even after having a daughter. Despite all the positive memories she left behind, she had her flaws. It was why Chaesun never forgot to remind Jaehee to look after herself the best she could. Another wonderful woman shouldn’t be taken from this world so soon.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[She got very sick.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[You must know what it’s like to have someone torn from you so suddenly.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[I’m truly sorry if we relate in that way.]

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Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.

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From questionable, straight up to being compared to a rag, was it?

"I'm startin' to remember why I found you lot so difficult to dally with..." The bishop sighed, one finger rapping quietly over the brim of his hat, held before him on his chest. "May we please skip to the part where ya'll are finished with kickin' a poor fella while he's down?"

"Say that after I actually kick you..." Sanzo muttered, while slowly working his way back onto his feet.

Once upright, the perspective was at least manageable. Sure, Hazel being here was confusing, but having Hakkai back mattered the most. Maybe order could be restored in their lives -- or at least in this room. And since it sounded like he needed to adjust the check-in with the front desk, that meant that the only one with absolutely nothing to do was Gojyo.

The blond turned on him with a deadpan. "Go get Goku, while we figure this out."

While being met with the barrel of the ol' banishing gun was nothing new to him, it didn't make the monk's haughtiness any less irritating. Luckily Hakkai intervened, and Gojyo's mood lifted only slightly upon witnessing the 'picture of nobility and grace' in his truest nature. This time too, Sanzo wasn't spared from the snicker that escaped him.

"Old habits die hard, I suppose. Or rather, dirty rags do what they do best - attracting other similar rags. Something along those lines at least."

With a smile on his face, Hakkai looked back at the presently robeless priest. "In any case, I apologize for the delay. Traveling on foot proved a challenge after all." Among other obstacles... Those of which will inevitably be discussed about later. For now, Hakkai's focused on the more immediate needs, gaze shifting briefly to Hazel before settling back on Sanzo.

"That said, I'd like to suggest that we stay an additional night, Sanzo. As things stand..." His eyes then traveled around the room, a bit too obviously following the trail of thread to the robe draped over the chair. "I believe it's safe to conclude that there's still much to prepare before continuing onwards."

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//For my own peace of mind, here's my yearly (?) reminder that my RP replies function on a first-come-first-served basis *most of the time* (muses just go dormant sometimes, we know that), so if you notice I've slowed down in our threads, that is not for a loss of interest: it just means my drafts are busier than before.

The fewer threads I have, the faster my replies get. There is nothing personal and there never will be~

I do love and cherish all our things and am super thankful for your patience!

Saru-mun\\

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Lovely Checks! || Always Accepting~

//Stop right there, criminal scum!

*yanks you by the buster sword*

Don't think you're slinking back into your hole after coming out to say this to me! You know you're my holy grail of all things Sefikura and more (oh so much more... how many characters have you picked up because of me now?)!

You're mine now and there's no running back. Let's oil ourselves with some Salamanderville and get this dust off your blog!

Saru-mun\\

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↖️Achievement: Master over Death

🏆This Muse is Immortal

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Sesshōmaru said nothing in turn, but he held back a scoff. So what of villages and families? Humans had lost that and more, over and over. Empires rose and fell again, only to rebuild anew.

Good at nothing save their resilience, they died and then made some more. Atop the high pillar of his existence, a Dayōkai saw no difference between them and insects capable of the very same feats.

His hand gripped tighter on the sword, unsheathed it, and with a single sprint forward, he was past her, slashing at the youkai he'd spotted lurking just ahead. He did not care whether Sango had sensed its presence or not, or whether she could've handled it herself. Its presence was offensive.

Coated in scales despite its humanoid shape, the youkai fell over, sliced in two before it could even scream. Its face looked like a fish or water snake. Abhorrent, in any case.

"Do as you want, then." He finally said in turn, glancing down at her from over his shoulder. "Maybe you already know the yōkai you're going after is a dragon who favors women's flesh."

If this attack was of any indication, then perhaps she will make for effective bait, if nothing else.

"Humans built a temple within the earth of this mountain. He's probably sleeping off its last meal in its chambers." That was the last bit of help he'd offer her as he started to walk again, looking for an entrance.

Sango didn’t flinch under his stare, nor did she shrink at the subtle threat in the motion of his hand. Her posture remained steady, her expression composed, trained long ago to face down youkai who thought humans were beneath them. “My life may be short compared to yours, Sesshōmaru,” she said evenly, her voice carrying none of fear but all of conviction, “but that doesn’t make it meaningless. If I were to hide, if every human were to cower and leave ‘youkai matters’ to the youkai, how many villages would already have been reduced to ash? How many families would’ve been slaughtered without a chance to resist?” Her hand rested lightly on Hiraikotsu’s strap, not in threat, but as a reminder. “I fight because someone has to. Because my pride isn’t about vanity, it’s about duty, to protect the people who can’t protect themselves.” Her eyes narrowed, calm yet unyielding. “So unless you plan to cut me down where I stand, I’ll continue to fight at your side for our shared purpose. Or in your way. That part’s up to you.”

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"... You have been gracious to me, so I will respect your wishes." The General said, without turning to look back further. "But if it were up to me, I'd wish you'd do so yourself. For your daughter's sake."

He added nothing more, making his way out of the café at a steady pace. Those lines between himself, his heart, and his duty were becoming feeble again. That was a risk the General Mahamatra could not afford.

"Gods have mercy..." He murmured to himself, drawing a long sigh once he was alone. Cyno raised his eyes to the heavens. He looked forward to a long walk through the desert.

//End of thread!

Thanks for writing with me and see you in the next one~\\

"Cyno-kun..!" When Sera shook her head at the last of Cyno's words, she looked at Akito who had a worried look before the man hit his cheeks before smiling at the young man. "You didn't! This was eventually going to happen but.." He scratched his cheek before giving a grin. "We're happy to meet you Cyno-kun, truly and if you find out good news then.. um.."

"Any other questions you have we will answer.." Sera spoke in order to stop her husband from saying something embarrassing, and as she did the woman dispelled the illusion with a wave of her hand. Standing she looked to Cyno with a soft smile. "When you meet with Zelie again.. please let her know it's okay for her to speak freely, she is a rambler with a timid soul who just wants to do her best."

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Relm Arrowny | Yuffie Kisaragi | Selphie Tilmitt | Eiko Carol | Rikku | Penelo | Oerba Dia Vanille

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"... Haha! I don't really get what you're on about, but I like your spirit!" The actor said after an initial moment of confused speechlessness. Nodding profusely, he resumed his evening jog across the city outskirts, taking care to keep one of his earbuds out so he could still make conversation from time to time.

He didn't know what this guy's level of expertise was when it came to exercising -- he suspected not very high -- and as a result, Zen maintained a relaxed and moderate pace, looking at the other from time to time to make sure he was keeping up.

"So uh, what did you say your name was? I didn't catch that."

"that has to be the stupidest suggestion anyone's ever made to me," dark retorts. maneuvering around zen, dark plants his feet, shoulder width apart, directly in front of the human. then, dark spreads his arms out so zen can get a REALLY good look at him.

"look at me, and i mean really take it in. take your time, ponder it a bit." he falls silent for several seconds, just to make sure the message is actually sinking in. this might be overkill, but dark's very much amused with browbeating this human over the head with his snark.

"i'm a fucking stick figure. what sort of exercise are you expecting me to actually get?" crossing his arms, dark shakes his head. "honestly, now you've got me questioning your sanity. tell you what: this is a dream. this is all a very bizarre dream. you should lay off the sugar, or eggs, or whatever it is you eat late at night."

satisfied that he'd made his point, he pivots on one foot until he's standing side by side with zen, instead of in front of him. "anyway. i've got nothing better to do at the moment, so lead on, my confused friend!"