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know my power

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Toil and trouble! Ask my character about

😵 An embarrassing mistake they made?

😲 A terrible surprise they had?

😟 A time when they were betrayed by someone they trusted?

😧 A time their life situation was negatively altered and it was their own fault?

😈 Something truly evil they have done?

👿 A time they took revenge?

😮 An epiphany they have had?

😬 A time they had to exert effort to fix the direction their life had taken?

😐 A period of depression?

😕 Something difficult they have had to come to accept?

😶 Something they have never told anyone else?

Bonus:

😇 Ask the mun how they plan for this character to die.

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Is there anything you don’t understand about my muse?

❓ Go ahead and ask.

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selfrp:

Wings…. Perhaps this stranger was some sort of demon or devil? But why would his brother send such a creature after him… Unless Notch was getting truly desperate to just kill Herobrine altogether, to the point he’d willingly tarnish his reputation?… He froze when the wings seemed to fold… Into the cape- becoming it, really- but started moving again, when the knight made a beeline for the torch he’d placed.

Meant no harm?…. Surely this thing was trying to pull him out of the shadows so it could gut him or something. It was very rare that anything- or one- came by that had no desire to either kill him or wet their appetite for terror. Never anything else… To just be curious about him… It was… Strange.

“Yes.” The chat box appeared nearby, the singular word glowing like a faint beacon before it was replaced by a new box- “Forgive me, but I don’t trust you.” Why was he willingly being so… Cordial? Ahg, he needed to just scare this stupid thing off…! But the two mainstay tactics had failed to hit their mark, instead soaring into nonexistence. A silent huff escaped him. “No one ever seeks me out without the desire to cause harm- or be harmed.”

It took him a few seconds before he willingly let the words appear in the chat box- the final sentence that would put a nail in the proverbial coffin.

“I am sure you know who I am- or have heard of me- Herobrine, ‘The Devil of Minecraft’.”

“It’s understandable why you would not trust me. I’m not offended.” He relaxes and looks at the torch. Mind you, he’s still on guard, but showing a little trust usually ends up in a show of trust in return. Meta Knight sets the torch at his feet and sits down. “I was expecting to be attacked, if I am honest. But that’s only because creatures tend to strike out at what they don’t understand.” The creature he’s talking to has displayed more signs of fear than aggression, and that’s the only reason he is letting himself get comfortable.

He hums, “I have heard many tall tales about you, but the word of children is not usually a good source... Especially when they claimed that you would eat tame animals and steal things just for the sake of malice.” A soft pink colors his eyes for a moment before fading back to yellow

“You don’t have to reveal yourself if that would make you more comfortable, but I am interested in your side of the story if you are willing to tell it.”

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Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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‘  what is your name?  ’

... did masked bat-people-- bird-people?-- erm... whatever this brave fellow was-- even have names? Was it rude of him to ask?

(-Ingvar, because I have no self control)

There is no such thing as a stupid question (question starters)

"I'm known as Meta Knight. I'm a Star Warrior." Is it a title? Is it a name? Not even he really remembers anymore. The knight flaps his wings and adjusts so that he can get a better look at the giant. "What of you? Who might you be? And..." He doesn't really know the best way to ask his next question, so just goes for the most straight forward way, "Are all people here as large as you?"

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*points over yonder* SPIDER!!

For the arachnophobes! He will protect you! Have at thee, spooky spider!

Instead of smooshing it - or heaven forbid stab it- or otherwise killing it, he'll take it outside and set it gently where it belongs.

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"Armor shine has increased by 4!"

The better you look for battle, the more fearsome you will be!

That’s... how this works, right? Well. In any case, now Meta Knight will be the bane of all ants!

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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(added a little blurb about my schedule in the mun part of my about.)

[For a little bit of context into my schedule, I am nocturnal and I only usually have 3 days off of work every week. So apologies in advance if I'm a little slow replying! I have probably been dreaming of different ways to reply, just haven't gotten around to it!]

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galaxicsgathcr​:

      That voice.

      He knows that voice. He knows what his presence means.

     Galacta knight rises to his feet in a flash– and collapses just as quickly, completely disregarding the other’s advice and paying the price. And even so he still struggles to stand, wings flapping awkwardly as he resorts to using his lance as a cane for support. And while doing this, his magenta eyes shift closer to red in the other’s direction.

     “YOU.”

     The hostility in his voice is as plain as day– but so is the exhaustion. He’s at a disadvantage before the blue knight (the knight whose name is also unknown to him) and he knows this, yet he still refuses to back down and just surrender. And the other better recognize that, if he knows what’s good for him.

     “Am I here because of you, AGAIN?” He accuses, anger rising in his blood as his mind begins to piece together bits and pieces of his memories, of the events that just transpired. “Was that - all of that - YOUR doing?!”

Meta Knight sighs at the other’s struggle. Honestly, though? It’s a valid response given their history. His own eyes darken as he fights off his irritation and anger.

Slowly, he eases his hold on the hilt of Galaxia, tucked under his cape. If he relaxes and shows himself to not be a threat at the current moment, then perhaps, the feathery knight will do the same.

“I am as confused as you are. As well as what happened with the butterfly.”

Ever the tactful creature, he can’t help but add, “Defeating you again was simply the only way to release you from... whatever that was.” Congratulations! You’re now technically in your rival’s debt! Excuse the smug tone in his voice, but kicking Galacta Knight’s butt is becoming somewhat of a hobby.

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How Adorable Are You?

Meta Knight is 1000% adorable. I NEED YOU IM MY LIFE RN!!

"When will the slander end?" Sure he looks like a giant blueberry and Kirby's cuteness can be applied to him as well, but he's a strong! powerful! probably very intimidating! warrior!

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minstrel-mouse​:

Batamon?

Well it had “Bat” in the name, so Tilo supposed that was accurate.

❝ My name’s Tilo. ❞ The little mouse introduced himself, surprised the big round bat could hear him. He’s never spoken with a bat before. ❝ I thought the only flying creatures around here were birds. ❞

Tilo’s met his fair share of knights, but Meta Knight was far too big to be employed by the Red Paw. Meta Knight more resembled the type of predators the Red Paw knights fought against. 

❝ I don’t think you mean any harm to anyone, but please be careful, someone your size with a weapon is a look that might cause trouble from the authorities. ❞ Unless he was a knight from some far off land? Which was almost certainly true, then Meta Knight might have a power and authority even greater than the Red Paw’s. 

Tilo’s never been the biggest fan of them himself. So if anyone here could fight the power and win, it’s Meta Knight.

Meta Knight smiles. It’s always humbling to meet a creature with a significantly smaller world view than himself. He’d be willing to bet that Tilo believes something mystical lives in the sky as well. “I am definitely not a bird.”

“It’s not advisable for anyone to attempt to disarm me, I am afraid. My sword is much more dangerous on its own than at my side.” To sum up his tone, he could have just said ‘I’d like to see them try to do anything about me.’

“Your assumption is correct, though. I mean no harm. I didn’t even intend to frighten you.”

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How soft is Meta Knight?

Meta Knight is maximum soft, oh my gosh. pat pat pat~

"I am not."

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devilswinging​:

To say that the whole of the studio is a demon isn’t too far from the truth. Rather, the whole building is the domain of a demon, and quite the powerful one at that.

As the small knight shuffles along, the ink bubbles and oozes from any place it can get out. From the floors and walls, a cascade of black in every direction, growing only thicker as the master in question approaches.

“Yer not a toon,” Bendy growls, looming over Meta Knight, completely unfazed and unafraid. “Ain’t a human, neither. What’re ya? How’d ya get in here?”

And lo, the demonic master of this place appears before the star warrior.

His instincts scream for him to jump into battle and destroy the threat that beams like the supernova of a dying star in his mind. There’s nothing keeping him from drawing Galaxia and cleaving the creature before him in two parts.

Except there is. He’s no fool and he is in the domain of this demon. A demon that he has never met before and has no idea as to the scope of its power.

All of this internal battling culminates in a full body shiver as he decides to repress his instincts and release his hidden hold on the hilt of his sword... for now.

“You are correct; I am neither of those.” He takes in the other’s form and is reassured by his own decision to not attack. Surely his attacking would do nothing... Not here. “I am a star warrior known as Meta Knight. I was brought here because I was warned of demonic activity.” Not entirely false, but not giving too much away. And dodging the main question to boot. A typical conversation with this oversized and overarmored blueberry.

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aplushemporium​:

The young pup nods at the creature’s assertion of being “alright” but…clearly he was not that experienced with swimming. Those long wings didn’t seem to help either.

So Baby Shark swam under the knight and lifted him above the waters. Now the knight was sitting on the young shark’s back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you to that rock over there, if it helps!”

Indeed, there was a rock island in the midst of the sea…but it might’ve been too tough to reach without fins. But that’s where the baby shark comes in!

Though, he had to swim a bit slowly to make sure the bat knight doesn’t fall off. Baby Shark was a bit smaller than Meta Knight.

“Just hang on!” The pup added.

Being touched at all has never been one of Meta Knight’s favorite things. In fact the only list of favorite things that it’s topping is the list of his least favorite things. He doesn’t struggle or try to get away, though. If this creature wanted to eat him or harm, him, then saving him wouldn’t have been the first course of action taken by the shark pup, now would it?

The knight gently places his hands on either side of Baby Shark’s dorsal fin to provide stability. “Yes, it would help quite a bit.” He nods and shakes his wings in an attempt to dry them. “And what is the name of my savior?” Unfortunately, that’s not an overstatement. He would have been in big trouble had the shark not been in the area.

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selfrp​:

Herobrine internally started screaming when the other hadn’t quite left. He wanted to just have another person who’d run away, who wouldn’t attack him- but nope. This stranger seemed even more on guard now- which meant spotting Herobrine would probably be easier. Glorious. He also noticed the twitch in response to the words, the way the other looked around… Had he seen it, out the corner of his eye?

How was he supposed to get rid of this one?… The admin started to silently march behind some of the trees, mentally running over his options. Option one- another ‘hero’ sent by Notch to kill ‘Minecraft’s Satan’. Option two- some crazy guy in a cape that had no self-preservation instincts (or hadn’t heard the legend). Option three- this guy was on drugs or something. He would give the other the benefit of the doubt for now and go with one… He had too much experience from his early days in not adhering to the first.

But what to do?… He couldn’t just waltz out, no, that would probably instantly get him injured… But… Maybe he could manipulate where his chat bar would appear? Maybe that would make things easier… Then he wouldn’t even need to be seen by the stranger, and could possibly try to intimidate with words… Or… He could try step three and skip two. Which was precisely what he did.

So, with as quick a movement as he could, he placed down a redstone torch- which produced a faint ‘thnk!’ as it was placed on the grass below his feet. He then teleported, a few blocks away, mostly hidden by the trees.

He freezes at the sound, wings popping back into existence in a blink. Judging by Steve’s arsenal, there’s no way that sound came from a gun, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything dangerous around. He’s heard of the contraptions that can be constructed in worlds like these, granted, he doesn’t know how accurate those stories are.

The masked knight lets his wings settle back into their cape form and creeps closer. Curiosity will be the end of him some day, that’s for sure. Since he doesn’t know a lot of the common traps in this world, he doesn’t look for any pressure plates, but he does keep an eye out for any wire or misplaced dirt. That seems to be a thing for Steve, right?

The moment he lays his eyes on the torch, he’s confused. That’s... Not natural. But upon looking around, there are no signs that anyone has been here! It’s almost enough to make him growl with frustration, but he represses the urge.

“Someone is here. I know you are.” Meta Knight tries to keep his tone even, calm, unthreatening. “I mean you no harm. I was simply curious who was living here.” He thinks about it for a moment. “Were those words yours?”