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sorry for the lull in activity im workin on gettin back into the groove soon here...

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It scoffs, hands on its hips.

"RIGHT, BUT BY WHO. YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE THOSE DETAILS OUT."

Takes a drag off his cigarette.

"I mean, it's public knowledge. Someone got their frontal lobe bitten off. There's not much else to it."

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Squints.

"WELL, WHAT WAS IT."

"I truly don't understand what all the fuss about the "Bite of 87" was, and still is. It wasn't all that remarkable."

"...Granted, I was in the back refilling my cherry cola, so—"

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Madoka! Yep, it's sure fitting for her.

"Cool to meet you, Madoka-chan! You know, even if it was through the scary pocket maze." With a name to her whereabouts, she starts thinking aloud. "Mita-ki-hara...Mmmitaki...Hey, what was I doing before I...??"

That's weird. Minako's memory isn't perfect or anything, but it's certainly not bad. Yet, there's a gap somewhere between getting out of school and ending up in a labyrinth...

"I...don't know..." She looks down at her feet while they keep it moving. "Which is worrying to say the least! But I can't be that far from home." Or so she thinks.

"Ah! I'm Kaname Madoka!" she says, a warm smile spreading across her face. She's always been big on formalities, as least for herself. She discreetly avert her eyes when she's indirectly called cute by someone who looks to be her senior.

"Ah, no, I don't really know where that is. I tend not to leave Mitakihara when I don't have to.," she chuckles, maybe a bit pathetically. She likes it here!

"Did you take the wrong train and end up here? That's happened to my mom before..."

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i was going to try and draw a handful of my muses in their little halloween outfits but i only wound up with energy for minako and kikuno. happy halloween !

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Merkava hardly ever goes out of their way to consume anything that’s not EXS (nothing else sates their hunger) but when it comes to enjoying normal food as a leisure, they have a huge sweet tooth, unknown as to wether it’s a preference of their current body or something that carried over from their human mind. Their favorite is strawberry shortcake.

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So, it can understand her. Kikuno assumes it either can’t speak, or doesn’t want to. She nods lightly, more to herself than to the creature. She follows its gaze to the abandoned train it had picked from among the long-unused sets.

A memory comes to her easily when she reaches her hand out to the toy, gloved fingers merely tracing its well-modeled details. One from years in her past, of a small hand tugging her’s along when she should have been doing something else, eager voice hushing and pleading for her to indulge in these luxuries as a playmate for once. Innocent laughter is the last thing her mind lets her grasp of the moment, leaving her with a fond smile to herself.

“You were only playing, weren’t you?” Kikuno retrieves a handkerchief from her person, and polishes away the specks of dust undisturbed by the creature’s use. Once she’s sure all that can come off of it has, she sets the toy upright, and pushes it along the floor, its wheels carrying it not far from where the stranger has chosen to hide before it slows to a halt.

“Forgive my startling you. I’d thought you were an intruder.” And, technically that wasn’t…untrue, but the entity’s lack of malice is what lead her to this in the first place.

The caution and the distance at which she approaches makes him less wary, but clearly doesn't rid of it entirely. He scoots back a little from where he sits, wringing his hands anxiously and glancing from side to side, like he's checking for easy exits.

...He should respond to her question somehow, but he is not going to use his voice. He offers her a shrug and a shake of his head. He's not sure how he ended up here.

He looks back at the toy train he dropped, still releasing a harmless 'steam' from its chimney. He thinks very hard about making a mad dash to pick it back up... but decides against it. This lady is probably here because people aren't supposed to mess with anything in this room! He doesn't want her to consider shooting him again.

He clasps his hands together and bows his head in apology.

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YEAAAAAAHHHHHH HE'S BACK

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indie semi-selective multimuse rp blog featuring characters from various franchises such as the persona series, sonic the hedgehog and unib, as well as original characters.

muse/about carrd | rules

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Request for the stream: I think it'd be funny to have yukari in her p3d halloween costume giving kotone a comically large E shot. Idk what kotone would wear for halloween so I'll leave it up to you ^_^

her hrt! (horrormone replacement therapy)

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"Halloween!! It's Halloween tomorrow!!"

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She's seen shadows cower before. The weaker ones can sense the sheer strength of a persona user; she's witnessed the panic that fear itself is consumed by in the presence of her fellow shadow operatives. But never has one fled from her. This brings her to tentatively holster her handgun after several seconds of consideration.

This curiosity, she's decided, is worth the risk. She can defend herself in the case of something going awry. What kind of servant would she be if she couldn't? Noting how skittish the creature was, she carefully lowers herself to the ground until she's knelt, maintaining her distance.

It takes the appearance of something not unlike an old cartoon, but somewhat beaten, almost frail. Childlike. Kikuno feels something stir deep in her heart.

"What are you doing here?" She tries, gently, after several long moments of remaining still.

Bendy jumps when he processes the other presence, and the gun pointing directly at him. Dropping the toy train he was fiddling with, he scrambles behind the nearest cover, terrified out of his mind.

This always happens. This is why you should never let yourself have anything, this is why you should stay the way you "truly" are, and reign with terror. There will always be something that wants you gone. No matter what you look like, no matter what you do.

He doesn't show himself again very soon at all. It takes a good few minutes for him to look out and see if that person is still there. He isn't sure what them clearing their throat suggests. A change of heart? Doubtful.

Still trembling, little horns and piecut eyes filled with fear peer out from behind a table in the back, locking eyes with the woman at the door. A silent question: will you take it out again? No matter the answer, there will be no trust. Not yet.

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“Ah, well, walks are a good way to get to know someone anyway, don’t you think?” Her hands join behind her back and she paces over to be side by side with the younger girl so they can get on their way.

…Walks are also good for taking in the scenery. Which is making it really clear that she’s not local right now. When did she leave the Tatsumi Port area…? She’s not even a little familiar with these streets.

“Oh! I didn’t catch your name,” The idea that she’s been totally displaced takes a backseat to her curiosities. “I’m Arisato Minako! You’re not from around Port Island, I’m guessing. I’d definitely recognize a uniform that cute if I saw it before…”

Someone who isn't a magical girl winding up in a maze...that's similar to what happened before Sayaka became a magical girl, right? Maybe she's more inclined than Madoka thought. She sighs, picking up her school bag from next to a bicycle rack- thankfully, it didn't get stolen- and nods.

"That'd be best, wouldn't it? There's a park nearby...we may have to walk, though."

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Minako tries not to make it obvious that she's scrutinizing Madoka just a teeny bit. She catches herself getting jealous instead of being taken aback by the ability to seemingly just swap outfits at will, and at a loss for what's going on with that gem and the weird ball thing she's brightening it up with.

Personifications of negativity? That sure sounds like a shadow. But Mitsuru-senpai would've known and said something about this kind of encounter being a thing by now, wouldn't she? The Kirijo Group is huge! They've gotta have eyes all over this...

She seriously feels like she needs a pinch. It's like she walked into an alternate reality or something.

"Hurt...? Nope, all good here! Maybe I'm just special," Minako jokes with a smile, hoping her cheery attitude diverts any unneeded concern. "Since we're being honest about our 'extracurricular activities', I do kinda the same thing you were just doing! Though, I don't get a cool on-the-go outfit switch, and we call the ones we fight shadows, and they're only supposed to be able to show up during the Dark Hour, and--"

...She sighs.

"Maybe we should sit down somewhere? I feel like we have a lot to talk about."

"Uh- oh, um..." Madoka steels herself, a little embarrassed she was so frantic. Her frilly outfit disappears into a normal schoolgirl's outfit, the pink gem that was on her chest seemingly transferred to a different form, in her hand. Discreetly, she presses an equally strange gem with a more menacing energy against it. The fog swirling in what looks like liquid within dissipates, mostly.

"To be honest with you, it's a little hard to give a concrete answer to that..." She chuckles sadly, rubbing the back of her head. "Kyubey said that they're...personifications of negativity, I think? But that was vague. All I know is that they're dangerous, and I'm one of the only people here who can stop them..."

The gem in her hand transfers to a ring on her finger. The mysterious black gem is discarded, dissipating in the wind after use.

"Um, most people without a soul gem aren't able to see a witch unless they've been marked by one. Are you hurt?" She tries to draw attention away from the scary maze they were just in, placing more concern on Minako.

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Lesbians come here I have food for you

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Minako runs headstrong into a towering, ever-shifting labyrinth every night. Whatever it was that just happened, whatever pocket maze she wandered into, wasn't a far cry from the pandemonium of your run-of-the-mill Tartarus trip. That didn't make it any less freaky.

A lot is running through her head in the moment. Logically speaking, this has to be the doing of some type of shadow she's just never seen before. But that can't be right. It's definitely not the Dark Hour right now. Furthermore, she totally just saw that girl blow apart what was definitely the cause of the craziness with her ridiculously cute bow in her ridiculously cute outfit. Something weird is going on, weirder than her current life situation somehow.

Even so clearly being a few grades under Minako, it's obvious she can take care of herself. There's a 10 year old on the front lines of her own shadow-resistance group, for crying out loud. But she's alone out here. No one in her team, save for Minako on certain nights, goes rushing into Tartarus all by themselves.

"Oookay, time out," Minako raises a hand to still her panicked speech. "We'll get back to the civilian thing in a sec! What's a witch?"

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Bullets hardly put down a shadow. Normal bullets, anyway. Of course the gun strapped to Kikuno's chest is loaded with anything but. These are the same rounds developed for the pride and joy of ergo research.

Her instinct, when she opens the door is, of course, to unlatch her weapon and aim. This isn't the first time a shadow has gotten loose in the manor. Its not an infrequent occurrence, and Kikuno's the only one who really knows when it happens aside from her lady's mother, the other servants blind to that which lurked in the dark. Although, with the Dark Hour having dispersed not long in the past, its far less of an issue.

With that in mind, it should have been as easy as emptying a handful of rounds into the entity beyond the door's threshold. Quick work of the threat and back to her duties, just like that. But something is strange about this one. She doesn't feel the cold chill of a shadow's presence, and, well...she's certainly never seen one that likes to play.

Kikuno lowers her handgun, and squints into the room, trying to wrap her head around the display. Taking an interest in a room with long-abandoned toys... She hasn't the words. So she clears her throat instead.

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Something is making a bit of a commotion in the Kirijo manor... not noticeable unless you're near the room, though. Bendy assumed he was alone, with how big and empty this wing of the place seemed.

He isn't sure how he ended up here, but he stopped caring when he noticed a room full of beautiful little train sets! He's been playing in here for a while now. It's like heaven to him... heaven, which he isn't supposed to reach...

The caution and learned fear has completely left his body, in favor of the wonderful, joyous sound of the valve of the train going "choo choo!" None of the toy trains he found in the studio could make that sound, like a real one!

It isn't like him to be so inattentive, to drop his guard... but he can't help himself.

He doesn't notice when the door creaks.