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It was raining and Mirembe was walking barefoot around. She passed by Quinn's house. She was a masochist, she decided in her mind. She knocked on the woman's door, leaving a quick note, and hiding behind the corner of the building, peering out.

"To Quinn,

Won't you come out into the rain with me?

Or without?

Won't you wear the white dress?

Please, let it be today.

It's raining,

And I am hoping."

(( @quinndempsey ))

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“You military sorts are really something,” Mirembe said. She was curious about how the woman’s mind might be. “Scars from such things don’t heal too easily. Do they bother you,” she asked. “The physical ones at least. The mental ones, I am certain, do bother most people.”

“With as strong as you seem, I would love to spar you some time. I am certain, you’ll likely throttle me, but it’d still be interesting to try to fight you.”

( @chimeras-bite )

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Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? ((From Cervato))

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"I know you are around here somewhere,” Mirembe said as she gazed at the grave in Shaemoor. “Ayofemi Falana.” She frowned and lowered herself to her knees, marking the grave marker with dyes before she stood up. “Body might have moved, but I know your spirit lingers. I wonder why.” Ayofemi was the closest in age. She was a few years younger while her brother was a few years older than Mirembe. But they didn’t see eye to eye, and were separated early on with Mirembe imprisoned in Vabbi, and Ayofemi imprisoned Mount Maelstrom.

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Furrowing her brow faintly at the stranger, turning to glance over a shoulder to see if she sees anyone pointing her direction. “Well, that’s half true.” She murmurs, her voice a husky murmur. “I am just a sizable human, aye, but I have not been haunted by Jormag. The other dragons, yes.” She gestures to her scarred face, huffing an amused breath. “But so far, I’ve heard nothing from the icy fucker.”

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“Wait, you’re not a norn,” Mirembe asked curiously.  When Penelope would look around, she would see a man scramble to scurry away. Mirembe followed the woman’s glance and shrugged. “Don’t bother. Seemed like a cowardly sort. Might be why he was spreading rumors.” She looked at the other woman again. 

“How’d you get the dragon voices out of your head?”

(( @chimeras-bite )))

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“Untitled“ by | Emmett Sparling

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Colors ~ Blue and Gold

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The mesmer heard the calling of the man’s mind. She honed into the edges of his mind, unable to resist. Like a moth to flame, Mirembe erupted into Ahwrit’s mind, and sank within, allowing her presence to be known before she breathed deeply within his domain. With every breath, she was aching to sink ever deeper, and so the tendrils reached out, and she willingly fell into the labyrinth the man had created.

(( @ahrwit - Alright, I’ll bite! ))

“I know how you feel. Who you are… Welcome in, sweetling.. let us see if you can find the way out…”

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21. Do they prefer giving or receiving gifts?

Mirembe worked on wrapping some gifts in paper that she had managed to buy with a some coppers. When it came to gifts, the woman struggled to accept them, and rather preferred giving gifts instead. She had been used to giving even the clothes off her back.

Coming to Kryta subjected the woman to a lot of kindness which made her grateful and anxious at once. Eman gave her a home. Quinn gave her a means to earn a living. Various others gave her friendship, and still more gave her a place to stay, money, and food. She felt in debt to all the kindness she received.

She didn't feel deserving of it after all that she had done.

Carefully, Mirembe sealed some of the most difficult dyes she knew to make into glass vials within the package. She set the package on Quinn's desk after neatly writing the woman's name on it.

She could never repay the world for what she took from it. At the same time, she hoped her gifts and prayers were never to repay her debts, but because she wanted to give them. She felt as though she would be in debt forever, but she wouldn't stop giving gifts.

Maybe that wasn't so terrible. When Quinn entered the shop, Mirembe took the package, and held it out to the woman. "A gift for you. I don't have an occasion or reason in mind, but...I hope you like it." And immediately she linked their mind together, both for the comfort she sought, and to reveal that she truly had no ulterior motive to give a gift to the woman.

(( @quinndempsey ))

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Blanket fort or tree house?

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Treehouse, any day.

(( @adamixoswasroleplay ))

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Even the tea she drinks is probably as colorful as the dyes she makes.

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⚡ What are your OC’s phobias? Is there any reasoning behind these? How do they calm themselves down after getting scared? What are they like when they’re afraid? Is there any chance of them overcoming their fears?

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Mirembe groaned and curled up in bed as she thought back to the night not long ago. She didn’t understand why she had succumbed to her basest desires. But perhaps, it wasn’t so terrible. 

But then she still felt her skin crawling. It might have been the drugs that had affected Suraa’s mind that had calmed her down enough to be able to enjoy the night with the other Elonian. That might have been it because once her mind had cleared, she felt pin pricks of discomfort on every inch of her skin.

Having a phobia associated with touching and being touched, was the worst thing. She was grateful that her mind had been addled.Her hands had reached to touch.

She didn’t handle her phobia well. Normally it would mean forcefully pushing the other person back with scathing words, and perhaps even attempts to hurt them, regardless of the touch being innocent. She had slowly gotten used to small moments of touch. A few seconds of an embrace. A few seconds at a time so that she could paint the skin of others to make a little money for herself. She would bite the inside of her cheek to get through it all. Or she would jump into the minds of others to hide there.

Mirembe turned and gazed at her companion. They shared the room whenever both happened to be in the compound at the same time. Wordlessly they had agreed to it. Her mind went back to the night they shared more than that, and only sighed before hiding her head under her pillow. She found herself wonderfully tormented by them, and Mirembe finally decided to just let go and remember, and allow herself to be accepting of it.

(( eh I fumbled with answering this. xD Might re-answer later. Oh well. Thanks for the ask @abigailverlaine - I keep reading this name as Avril Lavigne, idk why.))

(( @suraakasri ))