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and IIIIIIIIII will always love yOooUuuU

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   Stainless white walls were of the many comforts that Ren grown accustomed to throughout the years of constant medical surveillance. Whether it be for his career or own health, he had been through the halls of hospitals in either scrubs or gowns, making commute between officers or rooms. Being acclimated to his surroundings also meant that familiar faces began popping around, especially younger medical students, whenever he arrived and was seated, waiting on an appointment for either his own health or another patient’s health. This time, he had been in to check on bloodwork after his annual checkup. 

     Seated in the open-mouthed office, waiting for his turn, Ren had been minding himself and sitting up properly, shoulders flat and his hands resting between his washed jeans. His thumbs twirled a bit as the young man took a deep breath, closing his eyes for the moment. Thankfully, he had taken the time to prepare for the exam as he drank plenty of water, but, he was beginning to regret what time he scheduled his appointment. Had he dared to imagine his, his own stomach was beginning to lowly growl like a Pomeranian. The bluenette shakes his head and reclines his head back against the wall, gazing at the spotless ceiling. 

     Softly brushing against the floor, the man’s attention is once more drawn to his front. He didn’t need to second guess his choice whenever the other mused in a greeting. The man lowered his head. Untangling his hands in his wait, the older man waved towards the medical student and sat up more properly. 

     “Henry,” a fond nod was given in the direction of the dusty-haired male. Golden hues skimmed over the figure of the other and he mused himself in the peculiar colors that the other had worn. Usually, Ren’s scrubs were the basic light blue. Besides that difference, both of them had carried a soft smile throughout the work – at least, when Ren was working in the wards. 

   “Yeah, I’m here for bloodwork. I take it you’re on break?” The man mused with his inquiry, pleasantly surprised but content over meeting other familiar faces in the hospital. While he hadn’t been truly a major presence in the hospital for several years, he had been remained working under them. “It’s going to be a while until I’m called, would you like to sit me?”

A familiar face was indeed nice to see, especially since fellow interns and the nurses and doctors they shadowed weren’t usually the conversational type -- at least not when there was work to be done. Lifting a hand and wiggling his fingers in a wave of response, Henry seemed to speed up a little as he walked closer, practically bouncing his way towards the blue-haired man with a pep in his step.

“Mhm~”, he hummed with a nod, shoving both hands in the deep pockets of his lab coat (unnecessary, but aesthetic) now he was standing closeby. “Lunch just started!”

Which was odd, considering his lack of any food as well as being nowhere near the cafeteria, but who could argue with a need to stretch one’s legs before heading back to work instead of a meal? Well, Ren could, possibly, but Henry would insist he was perfectly fine, as always, with another beaming grin to prove it. 

“Here alone, huh? That’s fine, I don’t mind staying with you until you’re done.” With that, Henry plopped himself down into the seat besides the other. “Unless you’re hungry too, in which case I can point out all the cafeteria foods that won’t kill you before they’re all gone, nyaha.”

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Manhandling symbol starters

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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

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Henry’s fashion choices were questionable at best, but this was the first time he’d ever managed to spook someone by appearance alone. Or maybe it was the ever present flock of crows surrounding him that done the trick, causing the pink-haired young woman to stutter in fright.

“Hmm~?”

There was a second or two as Henry processed the question, one brow raising in surprise, before his smile grew even wider; clearly amused. 

“Yep! I’m pretty much the most powerful wizard you’ve ever seen!”

He was playing, of course -- lifting his hands to give a dramatic waggle of his fingers to boot -- but with a reaction like that, how could he resist? 

caw-stume fright

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Olivia wasn’t fond of horror movies. It wasn’t the blood that scared her (though it was a little excessive at points) but it was the suspense, of not knowing who or what could be right around the corner. 

Which is why finding a dark clothed figure surrounded by a flock of crows in the late at night nearly gave her a heart attack.

Wasn’t there a superstition about seeing crows at night being a bad omen of some sort? She was sure she overheard that back in her hometown…and this! This was bad - some strange person was just standing there wearing dark clothes like it was Halloween - and with a eery smile to boot! 

“Y-you’re not a w-wizard are you?”

Ah what a stupid thing to say! Of course he wasn’t - wizards don’t exist! She could very well be in danger, and yet something about him didn’t give off any of those vibes.

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I paired up my Azama and Henry and apparently the world is ready for a match made in hell

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☠  This one seemed oddly cheery, where most others she had spoken to had been so exhausted in both appearance and mannerisms, but that wasn’t to say it was unwelcome…it was just unique in this circumstance.

So, to match, she also threw on a smile, “Yeah, what did you find?”

It only took a few strides more before she was looking over his shoulder at what appeared to be the severed arm of a Risen…and still wriggling every so often, to boot. It’s uncanny grayish appearance could not be mistaken, no way. 

“That’s a Risen arm, eh…?” Her smile faltered a bit while her blue eyes studied the thing, before the cogs in her mind worked up, and that smile returned, “What are you going to do with it?”

To be honest, she had a purpose for it…

As the other drew closer, Henry shuffled a little to the side so she could get a better view of his battlefield find. It would certainly be a grim sight to the average person, but as he glanced up to observe her reaction, she didn’t seem to be all that bothered at all. 

In fact, that smile looks like the smile of someone who’d just been hit with an intriguing idea!

“Well, at first I wondered if we’d be able to keep Risen as pets, but nobody seemed to like the idea,” Henry started, head tilting to the side slightly as he turned back to the twitching, torn-off limb. “So I just took what I could. This guy’s pretty ‘armless after all. Nyaha!”

Maybe it’d make a neat back scratcher. Or even a weapon by itself! Slapping other Risen away with an arm of it’s own. That’d be pretty entertaining.

“Why, did you have anything in mind?”

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For once, Henry was following crows rather than the flock of birds tailing him. It was an unusual turning of the tables, but the reward -- if you could even call his morbid discovery a reward -- was worth the detour, in his eyes! 

Some guy hunched over another, much dead-er guy. You don’t see stuff like this every day!

“Excuse me, stranger?” He called out over the cawing of the crows that had been lured in by the stench of death, no doubt. “This wasn’t your doing, was it?”

They should have never met

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To think Shiki would stumble upon something like this in the middle of the night too. He giggles, poking the dead body. It was fresh, the blood was still pouring out, a murder case for sure.

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For Henry, a lack of appetite often meant that designated lunch breaks while acting as a hospital intern more often meant wandering breaks; taking the chance to explore the sterile-white, never-ending maze of a hospital while most others decided to gather in the canteen.

For the most part, he’d gotten the layout of the hospital down fairly well. Dressed in scrubs and a long white coat rather than his usual combination of blacks and purples, Henry fit in quite seamlessly as he meandered down a hallway, his smile subtle but still ever present as he gave a nod of the head in greeting to anyone who happened to pass. 

Creepy as he may be regarded, nobody could ever say he wasn’t the friendly sort. Acting so cheery in a place such as this was rather hit or miss with most, but it had earned him the acquaintanceship of a few regular faces. And in a stroke of luck, one of them happened to be approaching right now! 

Lifting a hand to wave at the taller man, Henry stopped in his tracks, his plans of taking a walk suddenly dashed in favour of a bit of conversation.

“Heya, Ren! What are you in for? The usual?”  

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The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical

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fe heroes isnt working on my phone but i wish everyone luck in getting the best boy

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It was a pretty normal thing to loot a battlefield for useful supplies once the day had been won, all things considered. New weapons, tomes, even medicines or trinkets they could sell on in exchange for gold -- it really was a thrifty way to fund this miniature army! Unfortunately, a clash with a bunch of Risen instead of human soldiers meant their bounty was considerably more... grim, to say the least. 

And Henry was loving it. 

 A torn-off Risen arm or two could always come in useful, he figured. Seemingly without anyone noticing, the dark mage had managed to drag one back to the Shepherd’s tents to keep as a souvenir; finding it pretty funny how some of the fingers still twitched now and again as if it were still attached to the rest of it’s undead body. 

Crouched over it with his chin propped up thoughtfully in the palm of his hand, Henry was half-way through thinking up a fun name for his new twitchy friend when the sound of footsteps from behind him alerted him to another’s presence inside the tent. 

“Who, me?”

Glancing over his shoulder, his smile grew at the other’s curiosity. 

“I was just looking at something cool I found. Wanna see?”

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☠  It was evening now, and after a tiring first battle with the aid of the rest of this ‘Shepherds’ group she had recently joined, Leah was hoping to do some relaxing therapy in the best way she knew…to tattoo of course. It was something she had done for a long time while also studying as a dark mage back home, and her parents encouraged it.

She had already asked a few people around camp if they wanted to have a small piece done, but not one single person had been interested thus far, so she moved on to the next tent, which happened to be a practice tent of sorts. 

It only took but a few strides and a look to the left to see someone huddled over something, and she approached without hesitation, “Hey, what are you looking at?” She recognized this person from earlier during the battle, but did not know their name, or anything about them for that matter. 

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I know many of you out there are feeling a bit down. Have a crow to Wouldn’t it be Nice by the Beach Boys to lift your mood.

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Random Headcanon Meme!

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

He’s not terrible, but not great. A happy medium, if you will, but he’s got no shame in his voice if he does decide to sing! He’d much prefer to hum anyway – he can hold a tone much better that way, for starters – which he does fairly often when in a particularly chipper mood. 

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🏨 : How well does your muse sleep?

Random Headcanon Meme!

As well as he can, considering his scheduling. A busy day and a tendency to stay up later than he probably should means that whenever he does hit the hay, he does so with considerable force. He’s been mistaken for a corpse at least thrice in his life, much to his entertainment. 

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⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

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I suppose his voice is a bit on the lighter side. Not exactly high pitched, but almost childish in tone at times? He’s rarely serious, but fairly expressive so his conversations are full of little hums and ‘aww’s if the situation calls for it. And then there’s his trademark laughter that can be anything between musical and a downright cackle. 

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⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

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I think, in a more domestic setting such as fatenet, Henry would have to be a bit more careful with himself now that he doesn’t have the whole dark mage thing going on for him. Despite an eager attitude towards getting himself all bloodied up, he’s a bit more wary when there’s trouble brewing around him, and would be more prone to planning out his actions instead of being able to rush in, curses slinging. 

That being said, I think he’d be a bit more of a follower perhaps? If there was an opportunity for someone else to come up with a plan, Henry would be more than happy to go along with it – unless it was something he considered to be unbelievably stupid.