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DETECTIVE PIKACHU;

send one for my muse's reaction!

“You hear that? Something’s close.” “See? This is what I’m talking about. My heart is pounding.“ “Dude, I thought you wanted to, you know, hang out and relive the good old days.“ “Just look at it. That is the perfect Pokemon for you.” “Okay, thank you, [NAME]. Thank you for that. Are there any other emotional truth-bombs you wanna drop on me?“ “I’m worried about you.“ “Please don’t put this all on yourself. No one should go through this type of thing alone.” “Are you trying to rob me, or just annoy me?” “Something’s rotten, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.” “Okay, okay, okay. Whoever you are, I know how to use this.“ “Okay, I’m gonna get a knife.“ “Okay, bad idea with the knife. I’ll find something else.“ “No! No! I’m not going in the trash chute.” “Oh. Looks like someone’s back in a good mood.” “You’re adorable.“ “It’s like destiny.“ “It’s not destiny.“ “You want a coffee? 'Cause I could use a coffee.“ “I could stop whenever I want. These are just choices.” “Look, I’m a great detective. But I can’t solve my own mystery if I have no memory.” “It’s the jellies. It’s that thing, you know? You feel it when you really believe in something despite everyone telling you you’re wrong.” “No, I’m gonna go. We’re done here.” “Hold up a sec. We’re gonna need each other.” “I don’t need a Pokemon. Period. Got it?” “There’s magic that brought us together, and that magic is called hope.“ “Oh, you feel it. You feel it in your jellies, don’t you?” “There’s nothing in my jellies.“ “We’re gonna do this. You and me.” “Should we talk about the fact that your childhood bed is a Pikachu bed?” “I’ve never been so flattered and creeped out at the same time.” “Uh, I was drinking that.“ “Just step anywhere. It’s only my life’s work.“ “I can see why you were so excited.” “I was… [scoffs] Okay, I was not that excited.” “Hey, again. Uh… Yeah, I know this seems weird but I actually needed to ask you something.” “This isn’t an office. It’s a coffin with pencils.” “The docks can be dangerous. It’s not the sort of place you want to visit alone at night.” “I’m actually pretty good at being alone at night.” “That’s not… That’s not what I meant to say. Um… I’m just gonna…” “We need to get some ground rules if this partnership's gonna work.” “You’re not my partner.“ “My problem is that I push people away and then hate them for leaving.” “He’s saying you can shove it.“ “Real cooking is about following your heart, not a recipe!” “All I hear are consonants, and all I see are nipples.” “Here. Hold my hat. I’m about to rock this place.“ “What are you doing? What is your plan of attack?” “I forgot everything you said! I forget things, it’s what I do! I have amnesia!” “It’s not working. I forgot how to use my powers.“ “Are you crazy? Get out of there!” “No, I’m not in denial! I’m right, I know it!” “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.” “I haven’t been really nice to you.” “Well, there’s no such thing as “daddy issues" without “daddy”.” “What’s with the sunglasses?“ “There’s nothing really casual about this.” “Eh, that sounds like a waste of coffee.” “So let me get this right. We’re forced to listen to this spa music so your head doesn’t explode and kill us all.” “Hey, you put that down. I am not giving you a massage.” “I may have amnesia, but I’m pretty sure this is the worst idea anyone’s ever had.” “This is no time for your stupid headaches.“ “I officially hate this forest.“ “That’s a great fifth option. Let’s work on the first four.” “I’m here, partner. I’m here.“ “You’re gonna be okay.” “You have to go on without me.“ “You’re better off on your own.“ “No! No! I need you. Please.“ “You have to stay away. It’s for your own good.” “No. I’m not letting you go.“ “You see? I can’t help it. I hurt the people who need me. That’s who I am. I’m sorry.“ “You tried to kill him!“ “You think you can stand in the way of the future?” “Give me your hand!“ “I didn’t need to defeat you. I just needed to distract you.“ “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you away just when you needed me the most.” “I’m just happy you’re back.” “Meet me later tonight?“ “You think I can stay with you for a while?”

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WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

Candle Smoke

key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness.

compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.

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“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”

[Prompt]

“Oh, they’ve tried, sweetheart,” he replied with a smirk. “Some lessons just didn’t stick.”

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“Yeah, well, I am a victim of circumstance.”

[Prompt]

“Aren’t we all?” Cyril replied, leaning back against the cold stone wall of the cell. He dropped his hand below the stone seat he sat on and felt around. Eventually, a smile split his face and he held up two lockpicks for the mer to see.

“Shall we change our circumstances?”

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“Hey, Silver, you ever seen anything like this before?” Cyril - Ma'dar

[Prompt]

The Imperial turned to face the Khajiit, brows furrowed with curiosity. At the sight of the item his partner held, his brows only furrowed with uncertainty. 

“I have not,” he murmured, and reached to gently take the trinket from the Khajiit so he could get a closer look. “It’s... familiar in its make, but not an exact copy of anything else I’ve come across. Perhaps it’s to a set, then? Could be a rare piece.”

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“Well, show me one and I’ll ask him.” Olo - Tarlok

[Prompt]

“If I had any leads on the whereabouts, I would,” he replied with a deep frown. “But the potential vampire was last seen two days ago. Fortunately, it’s been quiet since. But that doesn’t seem to be putting most folk at ease.”

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“No breakfast?” Cyril - Nova

[Prompt]

“There will be,” came Cyril’s muffled voice from the pantry. He emerged with an armful of ingredients and a bright smile. “I just had to find everything first.”

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(Rognar) “Why would they do it?”

[Prompt]

“Most of the guards say because they’re idiots and troublemakers,” Olo replied with a small frown. “I imagine it might be a bit of that… and also a bit of desperation too.”

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(Halldis) “Damn it, listen to me. I’m older and wiser.”

[Prompt]

“In which reality?” The Imperial replied, furrowing his brows in disbelief, yet an amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’d be surprised if I was less than ten years your senior.”

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"You are a clotpole." (Idek what that is but I'm assuming it's rude xD)

[Prompt]

“You would be the expert, wouldn’t you?”

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( Cyril ) “You’re a clotpole.”

[Prompt]

“And you’re just a charming lady,” the thief replied with a sickeningly sweet smile, giving her a bow before turning away.

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“You are such a girl’s petticoat.”

[Prompt]

The guard scoffed at the words and frowned. “I am not. I just have to abide by the rules of the city,” Olo replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

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"Is that supposed to do that?"

[Prompt]

“I don’t think so,” the guard murmured, watching as the man chased after his horse, the wagon it was trailing behind it spilling its contents along the road.

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"This isn't where I left this."

[Prompt]

“I moved it,” Cyril said, glancing over at the person speaking and offering them a small smile. “Sorry, I assumed someone had just forgotten it so I scooted it over so I could sit down.”

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“What person wouldn’t want to hear the tale of your dragon-fighting?” Cyril asked, a smile forming on his face again. The nagging feeling of concern was still there, but they were... friends. Or acquaintances. He wasn’t too sure where their relationship stood at this point.

“I still can’t say I understand it,” he admitted, offering her a shrug and leaning back in his seat a little. “I suppose I can... appreciate it, though. You practically being a hero and all.”

The Imperial quieted down for a moment, taking a thoughtful swig of his drink and attempting to sort his feelings and thoughts on the situation. This entire time, he had assumed Nova was something of a mercenary, a sellsword. Maybe even a simple bounty hunter.

A dragon slayer was not on his list.  Though that was mostly because he liked believing dragons were a myth. Or at least extinct. Now here was someone telling him not only had they seen more than one with their own eyes, but they had killed some as well - and he believed her.

Worst of all - he was worried about her. Genuinely worried. Which was worrying all on its own. Her safety wasn’t his concern - and yet now it was. Or perhaps it always had been and he had simply ignored it.

“Any other heroic secrets you’re keeping from me, then?” Cyril asked, glancing over the top of his drink and raising a brow, attempting to lighten the mood and clear his head.

“Daughter of some forgotten king? Descendant of Tiber Septim himself? Saved a school of children from mad necromancers?”

It sounded stupid when he said it like that. Who in their right mind would willingly fight dragons, right? 

“More or less, but it was a decision made for me,” she confessed with a shrug. “It’s not the only thing I do, but more and more dragons are flying about these days,” she said before she leaned forwards slightly. “I’m sure you’ve seen the large burial mounds around Skyrim,” the Nord began, “they belong to the ancient dragons, and Alduin can bring them back to life, so for each burial mound there is a dragon flying about soon.”

She let out a sigh and shook her head before a short, slightly forced laugh, escaped her. “What am I doing, I’m sure you don’t want to hear me ramble on about dragons,” she chuckled before she poured herself some more wine. “Anyways, now you know what I do for a living,” Nova said and looked at him from over the top of her goblet as she drank,

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The creature moved with such speed Olo didn’t get a chance to react before it was yanking his armor. He attempted to pull himself free, walking backwards and reaching for his sword. Fortunately, Tarlok had grabbed the vampire and forced it to let Olo go. 

Shock nearly made the guard stay rigid, but his instincts drove him to listen to the Agent. To do something, at the very least. Olo drew his sword, made sure Tarlok was still in control, and then he squatted down and snatched the torch from where it lay.

Bringing it up, Olo held in a gasp at the sight of the vampire’s face, but his eyes widened in shock regardless. Pallid and gaunt, with glistening, hungry eyes. It hardly looked human. Especially when it hissed and twisted in the Agent’s grasp.

“I... see what you mean,” he said finally, nodding and swallowing thickly. He was starting to lose his confidence, having already been shaken by being grabbed and now by seeing the creature’s face.

“What now?”

In The Shadows [Olo/Tarlok]

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“Well, he’s certainly able to throw a punch,” Cyril said, shrugging his shoulders.