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Morning Ritual

8:11AM.

Zero stood in his private quarters, his blue eyes looking over and over the familiarity that is his study, solitude and bedroom. The scarlet swordsman was in, rather, casual clothes instead of his usual armor - it was stowed behind the see-through glass of a metal capsule within the room, ready to be donned again should the need arise. But for such necessity to arise now seemed unlikely.

Done was spring cleaning, but perhaps it was a little too late - Lunar New Year had long come and passed. For the likes of him off days were a rarity, and more often than not they rarely ever spend those days well. For Zero it was just warm drinks in the harsh climate of New Alaska, and little more.

Due to the fact that New Alaska seemed to need him more than Abel City did, it meant that Zero had to spend a great majority of his days far away from home. And because of that there was little that needed to be done for spring cleaning, aside from a few cobwebs here and there in a corner or two, and the dust which had gathered up in some spots. Still, being a soldier means keeping your quarters, your arms, your everything organized, and Zero made sure of that.

The fact that most of his time was never at home had put a damp on his memory somewhat - his private quarters were also where he kept his gifts and belongings, and he couldn’t help the feeling that something was amiss, that something was deliberately misplaced, moved from their original positions, and this was evident in the way he kept darting his eyes around, looking at everything with an unfounded suspicion.

His paranoia came to an abrupt stop as his eyes fell on the Dreadnought-shaped guitar leaning against the bed. It was a gift from a seven-foot tall alternate of him, on what occasion he could not remember. Zeon had set it aside to properly clean the room but not before meticulously dusting the instrument off, and now that he was done cleaning his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Nope,” he rummaged through the top drawer of his desk, apparently not finding what he was looking for. “Not this one,” he tried the middle drawer. “Not this one either,” he searched the bottom one to no avail.

“Where the hell did I keep it then...?”

Then it clicked and Zeon pounced for his wardrobe. He didn’t wear much except a red Hunter jacket, a white T-shirt and some pair of jeans, all of which seemed universal for all kinds of settings, and a waistcoat for formal occasions. This still left a lot of space, so he figured he could throw the guitar bag in there.

And there he found it, a wide grin appearing on his face as if he was a kid who found his favorite toy beneath a pile of other toys. Out of the bag he fished a handful of fingerpicks. Before long Zeon was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the wardrobe and the guitar in his lap, one hand moving up and down the fretboard and the other picking the strings in patterns he had learned.

C chord - first the bass string, then the third string, second, first, second, third. Then A minor - bass, third, second, first, second, third. Then a barre F chord, picked in the same pattern at a slightly faster pace.

The smile on Zero’s face grew wider. He loved to play guitar but unfortunately didn’t have much time to practice while away, and now that he was back and playing it in the comforts of home Zeon was happy he didn’t forget much despite lacking practice. 

Next he tried a strumming pattern. Starting with the C chord - a down strum, then another, followed with an upward strum, a down, then up, then down. He repeated the C chord with that pattern - now the whole room was filled with the sounds of guitar strings played with a degree of excitement. Then the swordsman progressed from C to A minor, then to G major, D minor, then a number of different chords, before he placed his palm over the strings, stopping all vibrations and ceasing all sounds from his guitar.

Satisfied, he moved onto the next thing. With his fingers still fretting the C chord he played the fifth, third, second and first strings simultaneously, then a pluck on the first just as his index finger moved to the second fret of the first string, his ring finger hammering onto the fourth fret as the string was still vibrating, followed by a quick pull-off, and the index finger followed suit.

Zero’s attention to the instrument was briefly interrupted by a ray of sunlight which had streamed into his room through the windows, shining at his eyes. He brought a hand up to cover his face, glancing sideways at the digital clock on the wall.

9:58AM.

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((Tumblr is so wild as it is but using it from the other side of the world adds to the experience.))

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Finally, here’s my 2018 Valentine’s Day entry! I like to challenge myself with these contests, and that led to this year’s “theme:” ship two of the most aesthetically displeasing characters in a ~romantic storybook format.~ Forget Zero and X, these guys are the true power couple! (I mean, look at iX’s new armor. It’s awesome! I’m saying this with no irony!)

The story is loosely based on a a personal experience (more on that in another post,) and I had a lot of fun messing with the “book” layouts as opposed to comic layouts. The silhouette cameos in the movie theater are split-p‘s Rose, @shikai-the-storyteller‘s Monarch Monsoon, and @superellysan‘s pumpkin-themed sisters Autumn and Demeter. Thank you for letting me borrow them.

May iX and Nightmare Zero have a long and wonderful marriage. Thank you for first place in the Talent category, and Happy Valentine’s Day! <3

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me while writing: I should probably do homework.

me while doing homework: so who wants to read ZeroxIris written in the style of Emily Bronte

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切り絵

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ゼロ

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ナイトメア

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ロックマンＸ　コマンドミッション

空のロケーションとかすごく好きです

ダッシュとマフラーもかっこよい

現在プレイ中

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Blink.

Zeon glanced around his private quarters. Yeah it was his room alright, but something felt... amiss.

“Did somebody move any of my stuff?”

He could swear everything looks the same but still he couldn’t help the feeling. And he couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was.

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Moving, Archiving & Restructuring

So… with the realization that I have forgotten the passwords of the emails with which I registered this blog and @the-superior-light‘s (the latter is worse because I have forgotten the email AND the Tumblr password entirely), and the overall discomfort of multi-managing multiple blogs at once, I have decided to move the characters (Zeon and Xerxes) to NZ’s blog.

Which of course will make it a multimuse blog, and hopefully much easier to keep track, manage and better to roleplay.

This blog will be renamed so as to make it clear it’s an archive. Xerxes’ blog, however, I can’t say the same since I can’t even log into it (because I’m a forgetful idiot who bit off more than he could chew lol).

Following this, NZ’s blog will be renamed so as to match the fact that it will be a multimuse blog (and the trouble is I can’t come up with anything lol).

Catch you all on the flipside!

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“Paaaardon meh,” he said, red-faced and reeking the smell of alcohol. “You look quite.... daaaaashing, what with that hed of fires and those eyes bluer than a.... a poet's heart!”

Then he proceeded to laugh heartily. And, yes, he's drunk, if you're wondering.

“WherethefuckamI.....”

💕 ((a certain redhead for him, please XD chaos ensue, ahoy! x:D))

For once, Serenity was frozen in place, unable to do anything as he kissed her. If it wasn’t bad enough, he’d grabbed hold of her before doing so.

She was completely stunned by the time he pulled away, staring at him with a wide-eyed expression before finally finding the words to say. “What… the actual fuck?”

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OOC: Taking a one-month hiatus

Hello everyone, Nightfall here and… well, I am really sorry to disappoint. Explanation below the cut.

Keep reading

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That... was really unexpected.

He had come wondering if he was going to get some free food. Oh well, when it's too good to happen, you know it's not good.

He tried to lick the cream off his face. It was a break from the usual beers and wine, and looking at how committed he was, you know he's not gonna pass it up.

@n0-morning-after

Here, nerd, have a slice of cake shoved in your face.

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i failed you. i am a failed machine.

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((holy crap hi new followers where are you coming from how what why.))

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“I don't know what's more outrageous: having a mod which favors another muse or having a mod that is about to make you into an evil son of a bitch.”

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Like this post for a starter.

((Since, well, I just got a bunch of new followers I haven’t talked to yet. Alternatively there’s this open RP starter I’ve just posted.))