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Blank Mind.

“Blank Mind” for a situation where my muse doesn’t remember anything.     (Accepting)   

Cadena felt like she should know something, anything really about just where she was at the moment. And yet the more she attempted to rack her brain she drew the same thing over and over again- blanks.

There was nothing of note nearby except for a seemingly endless forest of trees, and nothing before her except a tall man clad in glowing armor with a group of tall monstrosities, the like of things she had no memory of ever seeing before. She knew not if he was an odd ally or if she was meant to fight him. Yet if there was one thing she could assume by glancing at the man before her, it was that he was threatening. He sneered at her, tempting her to well, do something- anything really and yet she had no idea what. Where the hell even was she? 

A length of chain with a weighted and rather pointed tip hung from her wrist, yet it seemed entirely foreign to her. The redhead lifted the arm that had the chain on it, and it seemed to gain a faint pink glow as she did so.. and yet she had absolutely no idea what it was. Cadena looked up to the sky, it seemed… normal despite having what appeared to be multiple spheres. What was she even doing out here? There was nothing here but a man.

Speaking of which, she looked the man over more, she quickly realized that he had both large wings and a single horn with the other seemingly broken off. He also had a tail that was kept under armor plating. Why didn’t she have any of those things? Cadena felt as if she maybe did at some point, seeing as the more she wondered why she began to feel a tingling sensation on her back where if she did have similar wings she assumed they would be.

“Who.. are you? Am… I supposed to know you? Or do you at least know who I am?” Potentially pointless questions to ask to a strange winged man but. “Where even am I?” A final question to end her initial barrage.

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Send "Blank mind" for a situation where my muse doesn't remember anything.

They don’t remember your muse, nor who they are. They can’t recall what happened, what’s their favorite meal or special abilities that they have (if they have any).

How you’re muse will help them to remember? Or maybe they will use it as an opportunity to get benefit from my muse? Watch my muse discovering themselves and the world anew.

P. S. This is great for first interactions. (It’s a completely fresh start + you can develop a strong bond between muses).

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dont ever talk to me or my 47 destructive tendencies again

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cepheusadviser:

What was all this suddenly about? Was she trying to stray from the lecture? Her eyebrows knitted in slight frustration. “  I would adore you too if you stopped sleeping during meetings. You were called for a reason. I see you barely contribute to discussions with anything other than witty remarks. “

“ …The entire night?! You think I have time to be playing house with you? The only reason why I am keeping you behind is chide your lack of responsibility! “ She raised her hand quickly slapped her across the face. She had it coming. “ Why did I even invite you into the Alliance… ”

“I’m a merchant ma’am. Not some fancy pants hero.” The redhead shrugged her shoulders. Sadly she was pretty sure that Nikola was unlike the Novans and wouldn’t be distracted by a few fancy knife tricks. Fuuuck. “It would be pretty much the equivalent of calling one of your bird people into these meetings.” Cadena only really wanted to deal with Magnus anyways, and that was simply to give her parents and the rest of the inhabitants of the Citadel some sort of peace.

Well, that stung. Still not as bad as the time she was wrapped up in chains for far too long and scolded for her behavior but. It was enough to wipe the unimpressed look off her face.

“You were the one who invited me, I didn’t waltz in here looking for an invite. Unless you want information on weaponry and poisons I am not the woman you want.” This time it was more of a half shrug as she raised a hand to rub at her cheek. She was going to need a bigger bandage to cover up that handprint for sure. “Plus how could I say no to someone so pretty?”

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Kuroshitsuji: Book of Circus ED Aoki Tsuki Michite by AKIRA

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(she can be your angle or yuor devil... truly a good character)

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[A few of the illustrations.]

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cepheusadviser:

Promptly after reprimanding Hawkeye and giving him a hard flick to the forehead, she was intent on hunting down the other. Knowing Ereve like the back of her hand, it wasn’t hard to find Cadena … especially with that bold hair color.

“ You know very well why I’m here, Miss Cadena. Apparently you haven’t learned from your previous punishment and lecture that slacking off is unacceptable. Do I need to repeat myself? I will not hesitate to keep you here until I’m finished. “

“Ah, there’s the aggressive tactician I know and adore.” The redhead grinned, turning her attention from the happily perched tino to the woman before her. Sadly for Cadena, this was not her past where she could simply look up at the guards with helpless doe eyes and make a few cutesy facial expressions and they would put aside that she had stayed out after curfew for the millionth time that week. Instead, she had a very angry blue haired woman who she had yet to figure out how to coax into letting her out of trouble.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the radio praying that Gen would actually well, pick up for once in his damned existence. But it seemed that wasn’t happening. Back to plan B. Or was this one C?

“You’d really keep me of all people here the entire night? Truly, I’m flattered Nikola.”

She could almost feel the incoming slap, but it was worth it. Kind of.

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@cepheusadviser​

Cadena didn’t really even want to know why she was dragged to this impromptu meeting in Ereve. It really didn’t have much of anything to do with her. She wasn’t here to be some big show off of a hero and save the world anyways. All she had even emerged again for was to put down Magnus with her own hands and gain revenge for what he had done to her family all those years ago.

Which is exactly how she ended up in this situation. Apparently the clear solution to a boring meeting was to fall asleep in her chair and occasionally mutter out some form of acknowledgement of what was being said. What she hadn’t exactly planned for was both Kaiser and Angelic Buster to decide to leave her here.

The woman rolled her eyes, now fully awake from her nap and left by herself except for some strange orange haired man in a pirate garb who apparently decided on the same thing during the meeting today. Oops. Had this been Grandis there would be no problems, there was a clear way to get back to the alley ridden land of the Terminal but here.... not so much. Her two far younger companions had also failed to explain to her exactly how to get back home.

Clearly the logical solution was to find her way back through the opening in the forest into town and sit herself on the ground near some weird bird creatures whom one of which decided it needed to sit in her lap. While she waited for pretty much anyone who wasn’t a spherical bird to show up, she pulled out her radio and pressed in the communication button. “Gen, buddy, pal. You wanna do a girl a favor and tell either that pink airhead or the Kaiser kid to come back to Ereve and pick me up?” She then eased her finger off the button, which was just soon enough to avoid catching the voice of the tactician she was likely about to receive a scolding from. Again.

“Gonna guess it’s not these birds you’re here for, huh?” She laughed nervously.

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@tyrannicalheart

 Cadena was getting sick of this. Waiting day in and day out, running a variety of tasks for Gen. It was nothing against the man, or his strange camaraderie of misfits that roamed the facilities and the alleys of Savage Terminal, but there were days she swore the portal that lead to Pantheon was mocking her. Mocking her for having been so helpless back then that she was still reluctant to show her face to the people that should have been her subjects. But instead now she was a lowly Shadow Merchant with no Novan features to be seen, sadly the only option she had to hide away from Magnus should he or anyone else realize that one of Heliseum’s royalty managed to escape that day. At least the few Novans that knew her at this point seemed accepting of her instead of pitying her. Likely due to the fact that if they had tried to pity her she would have torn into them. She felt bad enough about being helpless back then without outside intervention.

Which was exactly why that now, having reached what she considered a suitable amount of skill, planned to charge right back into her former home and show that disgusting tyrant just how much of a mistake he made that day. Of course, she wasn’t totally going to charge in without informing anyone of her plans. No, instead she left a very brief note in the Heliseum Reclamation area simply stating that she was “Going in” and “would be back” signed with her name.

Cadena, upon reaching the outskirts of the Citadel, for a moment considered pulling out a few of the potions she had remembered to bring in order to sneak in. But Magnus sure as hell didn’t sneak in back then, why did she have to? Seeing as there was no answer for such, she headed for the entrance. Greeting her was a pair of rather oversized statues resembling the monster she observed that night slaughtering both adult and child alike, whatever he could find within the castle. She would spit on them, but they weren’t even worthy of that. Instead, a rather large spiked bat was materialized and, with a flick of her wrist, swung forward smashing into the upper bodies of the pair of statues.

A few lone Specters came to investigate the matter, seeing as one of the heads had rolled forward due to the collision. Or at least that’s what she could have sworn Cartalion had called these beasts. “I reaaally hope you don’t think I’m paying for that garbage.” Honestly, she didn’t even know if they could understand her accent. But it hardly mattered, all it did was made the pair look at one-another in confusion. Wasting no more time, she dashed forward in a flurry of pink and red, chains flying from her sides ensnaring the black figures and cutting into their forms, turning them into nothing more than puffs of black smoke. “Even his guards are crafted in poor taste.” She rolled her eyes, pulling the chains back towards herself before continuing further into the gaudy Citadel.

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It’s a long and lonely road, when you know you walk alone.

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(Gonna start trying to get the about page done, I feel like it’s pretty obvious but uh. I don’t know Korean so I can only use what I see here and there at this point until official translations.)

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I'm never gonna quit, Never gave a shit Never gonna walk away Fuck you all day

indie blog for Cadena from Maplestory written by Nani

(art by x )

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“I will pay you 10 million mesos to leave. Forever.”