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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 '𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?'

+ a muse name (if sending to a multimuse) for the muse to expand on what they are looking for, or hoping for, in a romantic relationship.

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He cannot believe this is happening right now. Or why someone had to make sure he noticed.

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Ah yes, artistry. He had been an artist once, hadn't he? At least he remembered the motions, something of him had once worked a forge. Had created monuments, lasting impressive achievements.

Then death came as much as it didn't. Blade truly was an unfinished creation.

His movements carried his master's (friends) flair. Then he painted the world red with his own suppressed desperation, the raven-haired would never call his slaughter artistry. Those words belonged to other people after all.

“Yes, it never gives them pause.”, which underlined his confusion “Yet every IPC-branded place projects our faces to the masses.”, was it greed that kept those people going? He followed her gaze still in thought, eyeing their cage curiously. Could he shatter it on his own? Or had they accounted for the bastardized power of an emanator's body?

His companion voiced an answer to his question that barely satisfied his curiosity. As truthful as her guesses were, they felt bare and empty. Was coin really worth dying for if you only had one life to life?

He hardly was the best judge for that. He would not die, no matter how many times death should have been coming for him. The next question directed at him was far more important.

“Down.”, came without hesitation. Into the depths, drowning maybe. Something under the waters called to him and asked him to return what was stolen. So naturally he'd chose his clearly preordained route to hell over a fake unobtainable one to heaven.

“Even if you cannot swim, I will be able to drag you back to air.”

No matter how many times she'd seen it, there was something in Blade's battles that convey a sense of artistry. Therefore, Kafka is often quite happy to take a step back and watch the swordsman at work.

"Not being able to defeat us certainly doesn't stop them from trying though." The stellaron hunter hums in idle acknowledgement. Her gaze extends upwards; a giant dome ceiling with thick layered glass sealing all the containers within, and then down.

Below them was a steep drop to nothingness. If they strained their ears, perhaps they would be able to catch the sound of rushing waters. Time to keep moving.

"Money...glory...I don't know. Must have figured that whatever it is, it's worth dying for. Isn't that how it all goes?"

But they could debate the semantics of that much later. For now...

"Bladie, Up or down? Pick one."

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“understood”, came the blank reply.

Hours later he returns, prim and proper - ready to sully the ensemble with blood if necessary.

“I am ready. Lead the way.”

@grislyintentions replied to your post “Blade has appeared! What to do?”:

Kafka: "Get ready by 2 pm, I'm taking you out." :3c

​“Does the place have a dress code?”, or is it more of a murder party?

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@shallliveoninsong replied to your post “@shallliveoninsong "...", it could have been more...”:

"Still more than I would have thought."

​"We've been friends once."

"All that this is? Consider it an echo. For both our sakes.

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@shallliveoninsong "...", it could have been more - for the person he might have been before.

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Hello to all the new people, I hate to disappoint, I only come here to write when the muse strikes and Aventurine is much stronger.

It also doesn't help I'm away from home 5 days a week.

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@shallliveoninsong replied to your post “@shallliveoninsong replied to your post “Blade has...”:

"That's not what I meant! Your options were just so...forward."

​“You'd rather see what the one that used to be would get?”

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@shallliveoninsong replied to your post “Blade has appeared! What to do?”:

Jing Yuan: ...sorry your options were so bad

​“Meaning to say people would not flirt with me?”, it's the usual menacing aura, isn't it?

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@grislyintentions replied to your post “Blade has appeared! What to do?”:

Kafka: "Get ready by 2 pm, I'm taking you out." :3c

​“Does the place have a dress code?”, or is it more of a murder party?

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Blade has appeared! What to do?

Ask on a date

Cuddle

Flirt

Worship

" . . . ", for those with a death wish, it seems.

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Blade had lost notion of the Stellaron long ago,the usual more prevalent idea of a mission had dissolved within the Mara. His remaining thought was to – go to the escape. A rather vague description really. It could be a dock promising safe travel from the current ship. Or the actual end of the world. It didn't matter to the swordsman. He wandered around the containers almost aimlessly.

Until. A familiar sound reached him. His head moved. Ah, there she was. His movements were swift. A jump to cross the distance, ending up between the guardsmen at first – as if they weren't there.

“I found you.”, comes from him. And then one of the guards moved – startled by the sudden appearance of another person. And really, what was he to do? He put his weapon through all the remaining guards in a swift and calculated strike. Calling for reinforcements just wouldn't do! His eyes shadowed with regret for a second.

“Why do they never surrender?”, he questions. Is it because they don't take Kafka seriously. “Surely they cannot hope to defeat you either.”

With the stellaron safely secured, they no longer had any reason to remain in this place. Matter of fact the sooner the stellaron hunters made their exit, the less troublesome of an escape it would be. According to Elio's script, the planet's authority figures have issued a planet-wide manhunt by now.

But Kafka remained. Walking alongside the top of the shipping container. Waiting. For what exactly? More accurately: for who?

No sooner had she cut down the latest wave of guards did more arrive with their guns drawn. A second longer and it would appear that the stellaron hunter would be overwhelmed by the sheer number of surveillance surrounding her.

Yet she appears not to possess any concern for such. Merely electing to look around until her gaze lands on the very person she'd been waiting for.

"Yoohoo," a playful call. "Bladie, I'm over here! Turn around."

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Ah, not quite optimism. No, hope was the word. Such a mighty word. The one thing that could light up the darkest room. Something he would wish to grant anyone he encountered.

Everyone deserved hope.

Everyone should have hope. As did he.

As dark and terrible his hope might look in another one's eyes.

“Ah.”, came nonchalant but sympathetic. “The person I had been once can relate.”, is what he could offer. The smithy had been desperate to help and safe a friend on a timeline dedicated by his short lifespan. Blade's eyes closed, fingers pressing against the core he called a heart.

“Failing is pain.”, he mused “Even if it has nothing to do with oneself. Even if there is nothing you could have done.”, he offers, even though he is oblivious to Firefly's plight.

“It feels like time will never be and never was within your grasp.”, it still feels like that even though he has all the time in the world. “Whatever countdown you face”, he paused, summoning all humanity he had and felt “I will be here to help you outrun the limit. If it is within my abilities.”

Blade wasn't necessarily known as big conversationalist, he kept to himself, often times silent with a certain aura of menace around him that one would have to ignore to even start talking to him. It wasn't unheard of that he would seek out company, it was just incredible rare outside of the scripts. “You have been busy.”, came as neutral statement instead of a greeting. “Has it been worth the effort?”

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im trying to learn anatomy, and who better to draw then our boy Blade.

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Ways to rizz up your lover if you are an edgy person with a sword, amnesia and hell motifs:

1) Become their sleep paralysis demon