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My Character is turned into a child again and doesn't know where he/she is, my character is trying to find their way back home but in the process gets lost in the worst part of town. Your character takes notice of my character curled up against the wall of an ally way cold, wet, and scared. Send your characters response to finding mine as a helpless child, do they recognize them, will they help them ?

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Simple M!As

Blind: Muse is unable to see for __

Mute: Muse is unable to speak for __

Deaf: Muse is unable to hear for __

Paralysis: Muse is unable to move __ (anon specifies what) for __

Mind: Muse cannot remember anything or anyone for __

Mutation: Muse has an extra __ (anon specifies what) for 3 days.

Genderbent: Muse is the opposite gender for __

Petite: Muse is about the size of a pen cap for __

Tall: Muse is __ (anon specifies how tall) for __

Split: Muse has split into two people, one evil and one nice, lasts a day.

Roleswap: Muse has the body of the mun for __

Flip Flop: Two muses switch bodies, lasts for a day.

Together: Muse is stuck in __'s body with them for __

Speak: Muses voice changes to __ (anon specifies what) for a day.

Bald: Muse has no hair for a day.

Hair: Muse has hair (on their head) that is as long as themselves for __

Agrees: Muse has to say yes to everything for a day.

Disagrees: Muse has to say no to everything for a day.

Cloak: Muse becomes invisible, but can still be heard and felt, etc. for __

Ghost: Muse becomes a ghost that can possess other's bodies for __

Animal: Muse becomes a __ (anon specifies what animal) for __

Angel: Muse becomes an angel (duh) for __

Demon: Muse becomes a demon (once again duh) for __

Possessed: Muse is possessed by a demon, making them do strange and unusual things for __

Fashion: Muse becomes obsessed and snobby about fashion and tries to change other's appearance if they don't like it for __

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"Yeah! Nones of dem goatees" Toki quickly repeated after his band mate, He was under Murderfaces influence, the more they spent time together. "Dat ain’ts real mustaches!" The young guitarist tore his gaze from Murderface, after a long beaming smile. He scribbled down the rules as Murderface spouted them out. His tongue brimming out of his mouth in concentration, Toki was somehow suddenly laying on the floor, his bloody boots swaying in the air above him. This was fun, and it was fun with Murderface. The day was becoming more and more unusual, but the guitarist didn’t seem to mind. He was getting attention, someone was being his friend. That was enough for the deprived-of-attention Toki. 

"Gots to drinks every Wednesday. Wednesday gets drunk day" Wasn’t every day, get drunk day, for the band? Never the less, Toki wrote it down as a rule. Maybe they could intensify it by getting drunk off their faces. Wait, wasn’t today Wednesday?

Curbschtomping schomeone alwaysch helpsch with jealouschy...

"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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Despite Murderface’s request, Toki was already picturing very brutal looking dethponies as their Club logo. He wouldn’t tell Murderface that, though. His face scrunched a little, but soon relaxed into a welcoming smile. “Course, cans just be us. Not dem jack-offs, dey not invitesed!” He shouted, still a little pissed that they left without him again. It looked like the tables had turned. This time, it was just Toki and Murderface in the club. It seemed to be Toki’s way of excluding people that excluded him, make a club.

Tromping back into the over sized bus, the young-at-heart guitarist looked for a paper and pen. Opening up a brief case of important music and notes, scattering them all over the bus floor, he started scribbling all over a sheet of paper. “We’s gotta have a real cools name, and real cools rules” He thought a moment, turning his blue eyes up to Murderface, actually including him this time. His gaze fell on Murderface’s big manly mustache and mouth, staring a little. “Gots to have mustaches”

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"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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The “break my muse” stuff gets old. Make them smile and mean it.

I dare you to make my muse happy.

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Toki had run them all the way back to the bus, before Murderface's words really sank in. "No ponies? But Ponies cans be metal!" He tried to convince his band mate, but even he knew ponies were on the shallow end of the brutality pool. Still, drinking and throwing things at people was always a good time. Better yet, throwing things while you're drunk!

The strong armed Norse had quite a grip on his comrade, pulling Murderface up to join him close by his side. Why was the bus here, but the other guys not? They must of gone to another bar, thought Toki. "Fines, den they donts gets to, go to.. super awesome.. secret parties. Ja" The guitarist was making it all up as he went along, but he wasn't about to let the other guys out do him yet again. "Maybe we's should form our own club, huh Murdaface?" His blue eyes finally traced back to Murderface, growing a smile. Getting that, I'm glad Murderface is here, feeling again.

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"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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Toki's attention was on the people mangled piles of bodies around them. His face, however, was more of silent shock, with lifted eye brows. They deserved it for knocking him over, though the guitarist. "Yeahs.. we totallies shoulds does something cools!" The mans blue eyes agreed intently at Murderface. He reached for his dethphone with his free hand, but then paused. The other guys didn't deserve hanging out with them either, after they ditched them.

Without giving notice, the strong Norse grabbed tighter onto his band mates arm, and started quickly out the club doors. Trampling over bodies and through the puddles of blood. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he was going somewhere cool. The thought of it alone, put a big giggly smile on his mustache framed face "Coulds rides a pony, ors throw tings at people from deh bus, or roller skates-ings, or drinkings contest" He rattled, as he manhandled his partner.

Curbschtomping schomeone alwaysch helpsch with jealouschy...

"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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Before those few fatal moments of flying through the air, Toki listened to Murderface. He was smiling at all the complements, he rarely got complements from the other guys. Someone thinking his scars were cool, really? He had quite a few, and to realize someone would think they were badass, felt pretty good.

"WOWEE!" Toki pushed his long hair out of his face, luckily having caught himself on Murderfaces arm, right before he hit the sticky floor. "Ja, none of dems manners." The young guitarist agreed, glaring at whomever shoved him. It just happened to be the fangirl, and Toki's childish anger took over, kicking the fan away with the blunt side of his big boot. "YEEAHH!" The man clung onto Murderfaces arm for support, as to throw the biggest kick possible.

The fangirl went flying backward, screaming, and causing a domino effect throughout the packed party. People flailing, falling, being impaled by tables and chairs under the flashing neon lights. The masses slipping in beer and eventually trampling each other into a bloody mess. Leaving the pair standing in the middle of the carnage.

Curbschtomping schomeone alwaysch helpsch with jealouschy...

"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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Toki had forgotten about the deep gashes on his forehead, probably due to his brutal background. But once Murderface reminded him, his hand went smack to his wounded head. The teeth marks were still prevalent across his face. It brought up the idea of hand fulls of Murderface junk, too. He couldn't help it, his eyes fell down to Murderface's pants, wondering if he had bruises down there. "Ohs yeahs, it don't hurt so much anymores" He gave Murderface a little smile. Surprised he cared, but not so surprised he brought it up. Murderface did seem to like the look of blood on Toki's face, the other day. "Whys not just watch deh tv'es?" He meant instead of reading books. The guitarist was beginning to forget where he was, until one of the drunken raving fans fell back onto him, flinging the brunette forward into Murderface's personal space.

Curbschtomping schomeone alwaysch helpsch with jealouschy...

"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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"Oh, ja, sures. When's yous starts to reads anyways, Murdaface?" Toki was strangely serious when he asked that question. Murderface read? On purpose? The guitarist was a bit confused, but it didn't last long. His attention span wasn't that broad, and the average fangirl in front of him was screaming something stupid, about singing her chest. After a quick sloppy doodle (rather then his actual signature) on the fan, the guitarist was beginning to notice the lack of other band members, too. "Agh, where am's those guys? Did they leaves withouts us?" Toki suddenly looked horrified, his jaw dropped and his eyes puppy-doggish. He had been left again. At least Murderface was here. He wasn't completely ditched.

Curbschtomping schomeone alwaysch helpsch with jealouschy...

"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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Curbschtomping schomeone alwaysch helpsch with jealouschy...

"What yous mean, Murdaface? Curb stomping always a good idea" The young guitarist dragged his attention away from whomever he was talking to, and looked over his shoulder. Curious as to what in the world Murderface could be jealous of. His eye brows tweaked in confusion, waiting for his band mate to fess up.

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Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

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Angsty sentences

"P-please don’t… I cannot anymore…" "I promise I won’t do it again." "Get out of my sight!" "You’re a disgrace!" "I wish you died back then…" "You deserve no good." "You deserve a punishment." "Shut up or I’ll gag you!" "D-don’t approach me." "It hurts so much." "I cannot stand this anymore!" "Let me go, I beg you." "How long will you keep me here?" "Leave this place and don’t return." "You are no longer welcome here." "You are such a wretched being…"

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Toki was seeing double, and seeing double Murderface was seeing a lot. Looking up from the other mans lap, blood ran down his face in two streams. The imprint of Murderfaces gap teeth cut across his forehead. "Ugghhh" The Norse fumbled around in his band mates lap, trying to prop himself up. Attempting to regain his bearings, but his strong grip was just getting hand fulls of Murderface leg and knee, and possibly junk. "Ewww, arrghh, Murdaface" The guitarist finally sat himself up right, rubbing his head. The two a tangled heap, sunk in the middle of sofa debris, Toki could feel the heavy males big hairy thigh caught across his own muscular pair of legs. Before yelling at him angrily to 'gets offs', Toki peered over to see if his partner in crime was still breathing. Well, as much as he could see through the blood in his eye lashes. "Stupids sofa, can'ts even have a sofa what works right!" That's right, he was blaming it on the sofa.

"Ja, Skwisgaar totillies copies me, too! I saw hims copies me once!" That was a flat out lie. Toki had never seen the Swede copy him. He wished, however, he wished very hard the lead guitarist would copy him. By this point, he was taking his aggression out as if it had...

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"Ja, Skwisgaar totillies copies me, too! I saw hims copies me once!" That was a flat out lie. Toki had never seen the Swede copy him. He wished, however, he wished very hard the lead guitarist would copy him. By this point, he was taking his aggression out as if it had happened, anyway. Wishful thinking in place. The records were as good as dust under their stomping boots, and the sofa was starting to bow under the pairs weight, as well. Toki didn't notice at all, in fact he probably hoped the sofa would break.

"Yous knows Murdaface" He continued jumping, the sound of wood breaking starting to creak in . "Dey always get'n special treatment. Where's ours specials stuffs? Where's, Toki's record? Huhs!" Just at that moment, the sofa gave way, and buckled in half, with a loud CRACK. Toki slipping and toppling across the sofa, probably taking Murderface down with him.

Toki let two drop this time, watching them crash. “Even worse’s, dey went to stupid contract signings for Skwisgaar to sell greatest guitar hits album, on deh sides!” That did it, Toki couldn’t handle the idea of Skwisgaar being even more famous and better then him, at the...

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The guitarist was really trying his hardest to be sneaky. The big grin on his face said 'ams havin so's much funs'. However, when the lamp shattered the overwhelming silence, Toki screamed a manly scream, and jumped. "AHHHG!" The muscular male had nearly jumped onto the tiny Pickle's, holding onto her as if he had been terrified. Once he realized what had happened, he frowned. "Gots to be's quiets..." His blue eyes darted, now unreasonably close to hers. He was trying to give her a serious look, but it probably just looked like a childish pout.

If Nathan found them out, Toki wouldn't know how to explain himself. The band leader was one of the few that could make the Norse behave when he was being naughty. And Toki really felt like being naughty, at this point, after that sugary breakfast. Besides, he rarely got to see inside Nathans room, he was curious.

"Yous do’s?" Toki watched her try to stand. How did lady Pickle know where Nathans room was, already? Had she been there before? Did the guys already know lady Pickle and not tell him?! Probably, thought Toki, the other guys were always leaving him out. The Norse huffed to...

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Toki let two drop this time, watching them crash. "Even worse's, dey went to stupid contract signings for Skwisgaar to sell greatest guitar hits album, on deh sides!" That did it, Toki couldn't handle the idea of Skwisgaar being even more famous and better then him, at the guitar. The records read on the label 'Greatest Guitar Hits, Performed by Skwisgaar'. He tore open another box, letting them spill all over the sofa, then began to jump on them, crunch crunch. "Doesn't even have cools side band like Planet Piss!" Toki finally looked up at Murderface as he bounced on the sofa. "Should's be us, not stupid Skwisgaar" Despite being so angry about it, he felt a little better having someone to enjoy the carnage with.

CRASH. Toki let another hit the floor, as Murderface walked in the room. He only stopped long enough to explain his aggression towards the doomed records, his blue eyes gazing from over his mustache framed frown. “Stupid’s Skwisgaar and Nathans lefs withouts me.” He tossed...