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You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.
Kid Cudi (via quotefeeling)
Magus Musings: Week 1
We here at Mysterium have decided to try something new! Welcome to Magus Musings! To get our creative juices flowing (and yours!) we’ve decided to post a weekly FFXIV themed writing prompt. A new prompt will go live each Monday and you will have a week to respond with a drabble, short story, poem, letter, or anything, really. I know we said writing prompt, but if your muse wants a series of screenshots, then, by all means, do that. We want to see everything you come up with and get to know your characters a little better.
This is open to all members of the FFXIV community not just those who are members of Mysterium. So, if a prompt strikes your fancy, get creative! Just don’t forget to use the tag #magusmusings! We want to see (and like and reblog) all of your amazing work!
Happy writing!
Magus Musings - Reflection
“Wicked white, Angan, not again! I told ye’ already, we don’ ‘ave no berry fruits ye be after!”
Angan tilted head to the side, staring at the hume merchant in confusion. “But I haven’t asked for any berries, Varden. I was just coming for the daily supplies like always, for the Spagyrics. What is this about berries now?” The young drahn woman shook her head, her mop of unkempt black hair falling over her shoulder. This was the third time today on her daily rounds through the Musica Universalis that someone had been exasperated with her for some reason or another.
The hume pointed a fat finger at her. “An’ another thing, how the bleedin’ ‘ells ‘re ye changin’ yer hair so damned fast like? It ain’t natural it ain’t! Ye look a sight better now than ye’ did just a bell ago, tha’s fer sure. Bleedin’ bright pink as a pixie, as if we didn’ ‘ave enough bright colors ta stare at in the sky! But the answer’s still ‘no,’ so don’ think of addin’ – “
“Berries to the order, no, I got that. Pink hair? Me? Have you been drinking again, Varden? It’s only the eighth bell in the morn!” She took the sack of vials with an annoyed “thank you” and turned to walk away, shaking her head.
All morning, her usual rounds had led to one odd encounter after another. Pink hair. Barely dressed. Smelling of seaweed and “wet” – whatever that smelled like – and always, it seemed, just a bell or two ahead of her.
It was difficult in a town like the Crystarium to be mistaken for someone else. Sure, the occasional dwarf was hard to tell apart, and the zun all looked alike anyway, but there were so few people left in the world to begin with…well…it was difficult to find someone that would look or sound so similar to you that people you’d known for years could mistake you.
“What bloody sinner is going around acting like me,” Angan wondered aloud, making her way to the next stall. She paused, thinking her route again. The imposter was further ahead of her by at least a bell; what if she cut her off at her final stop? Angan hurried out of the markets to the aetheryte, then down the steps to the Horotorium. It was usually her last stop, so she could go to the library for a new book, and then take the aetheryte back to the Exedra. She hurried down the stairs, her powerful tail swinging behind her.
In the Horotorium, no one seemed to notice anything amiss with her presence, other than noting how oddly *early* she was. “And you’re sure, there hasn’t been another drahn that looks like me down here” she asked the botanists.
“No one except you, Angan. Is something the matter?”
She shook her head, scratching behind her horn a moment in thought. “Thanks anyway,” she replied, turning away. She approached the Cabinet of Curiosity, deciding she could at least get her new book while she was down here, and then return to her daily errands.
The doors of the great library swung open in front of her, and she looked up in time to see –
She blinked.
She saw herself blink back at her. At least, it could have been her, if she had decided to put a flower in her hair and color it bright pink. Or if she had decided to dress as if she were cavorting on a stage in Eulmore.
Angan raised a finger, pointing at the other woman. “You!” She took a threatening step towards…well, herself. “I have been looking all over for -!”
The other woman went wide-eyed, then made a dash for the nearby aetheryte. Her hand reached out and she was gone in a flash, just as Angan managed to hustle to close the gap with her. She cried out in frustration; the woman could be anywhere in the Crystarium now, or even leaving.
But there had been no mistaking that face…those horns…the tail even. Her eyes had been ringed yellow, like Angan’s…the patterns of scales covering her. The woman could have been her twin, had Angan not known better.
“Who the hells do you think you are,” she said to no one in particular. “How did you…wicked white…”
At that moment, Angan thought it may be wise to finish her errands in the markets – the sooner she finished, the sooner she could enjoy a much-needed drink.
D&D Character Types - Anafenza Ejinn
Bold what definitely applies to your muse. Italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections , chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
Tagged by: @mercermachines (sorta)
Tagging: Anyone else who would like to do it. Just tag me so I can see! <3
🙋♀️
“We never believe we’re beautiful, no matter how many times we hear it. We never believe it until someone says it in the right way.”
— Francine Prose (via goodreadss)
“I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”
— Ivan E. Coyote (via quotemadness)
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Sleep...
I just want to sleep sleep forever. drift off with the waves as they meet the shore where I lay...lie...gods i hate this language. nothing but words. words don’t fix people. i know i shouldnt feel this way but i have been so broken down and crumpled up that i dont know how to feel otherwise. and its all still my fault. im still the one to blame. Im still the one too selfish to pay attention to those around me how can I even begin to look at them and see their feelings and hurts when all I can see are mine. standing out in such sharp relief in front of me, as if the sun was pouring through an open window behind them so that all I could see was their forms. I can’t feel, I can’t think, I can’t hear anything in this pit. Im sorry. Im sorry Im not strong enough on my own. i hope Hipper’s solution...
send me 😴 to see how your muse appears in my muse’s GOOD DREAMS send me 😨 to see how your muse appears in my muse’s NIGHTMARES
Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998
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Character Strengths: Anafenza Ejinn
★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — strength
★★★★★★★☆☆☆ — offense
★★★★★★★★☆☆ — defense
★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — speed
★★★★★★★★★☆ — durability
★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ — accuracy
★★★★★★★★★☆ — agility
★★★★★★★★★★ — stamina
★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ — teamwork
★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — stealth
★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — close combat
★★★★★★★★★★ — bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s )
★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )
★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s )
★★★★★★★★☆☆ — superpowers / abilities
★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — traps/setups
★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — medic
– ––– OVERVIEW ––– –
Anafenza relies on an innate ability to shield herself and her allies from harm, as well as a wellspring of aether to summon a large blade to do battle with. With five turns of practice tapping into this potential, she claims she has a better grasp and control over her powers, but in truth she’s aware that she’s barely scratching the surface of the curse she now bears. Still, her powers are strongest when she is under duress emotionally, tapping into the extra power this affords her to strengthen her resolve and defensive magicks. While she had originally been training with a short sword and shield, since the events that resulted in her being cursed she’s found it difficult to wield them with any degree of comfort or practice, an oddity considering her natural ability to master nearly any skill or task she is presented with (owed to her Echo).
ANY LASTING INJURIES FROM COMBAT? —
Anafenza bears a vine-like pattern of scales that winds up the left side of her body. When her curse becomes more active, or when she fully taps into her powers, she will complain that the mark burns her. After years of use, the pattern now stretches from her neckline, down her side, and down to her left knee; it’s also begun to branch out more, as if the scales threaten to wrap around her entire body now. Despite recognizing this, she continues to use the abilities she’s gained, hoping to still protect her friends.
– ––– FIGHTING STYLE ––– –BOLD WHAT APPLIES.
commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful
– ––– TRAITS ––– –
╳ flaws
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky
♔ strengths
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal
Tagged by: No one, but saw this on @mercermachines and stole it. 😊
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Another night, another escape...
They’re married! And I am genuinely, without a doubt, absolutely happy for them! I knew it was coming even when i told him I loved him. And it never bothered me. I am very happy I went to celebrate. They were adorable. And I meant every word. Every blessing. They are perfect together, and I couldn’t be happier for them.
But Khala. what he said bothered me more than it should have. more than I think it should have. “I don’t find every au ra attractive,” and I could feel him avoiding looking at me. of course he meant me. this after complimenting ayame on her beauty. And anzu.
Ayame, Anzu, Suzume...all of them Raen. All of them refined. Cultured. Learned. Beautiful in their white scales and pale complexions.
is this what makes someone beautiful? is this why I’m not? Because I’m a dark-scaled, dark-skinned savage from the steppe? Is this why no one consorts with me except out of pity? I thought it just this accursed scar on my side, or my sins but
i am ugly. mayhaps I shoudl just clothe myself and save everyone the suffering of looking upon me.
This is an amazing and awesome take on this character
Why Lolorito despite being a Ruthless Ammoral Capitalist is actually still a better person than a modern day CEO.
He actually pays those under his employ fairly well from what I can gather considering the kind of loyalty they seem to have for Lolorito. Money is a powerful motivator.
The thing Lolorito cares about above his own wealth, is Ul’dah.
He still has standards as to what he will and will not do for profit.
What does a Modern CEO care about more than profit? Their own Wallet, to the detriment of everyone around them so long as they have fat stacks of cash.
A hug, offered to a River Knight whose heart aches. Featuring @stormscream.
“You’ll always have a place here.”
A typical evening at the Tower, swapping stories and worries at the bar in the lounge.
Featuring @khalacrumbles, @eightswordsparrow, @laznenharuya, @little-purple-thundercloud, @mercermachines, @steelcarbuncle, @ablebuns, and @stormscream.
Guilty or Innocent: Anafenza Ejinn
Asked someone to marry you?
“Well, no. I haven’t really had anyone that close. There was a time I thought maybe Kiratai would be the one I’d wind up with but...I’m not even sure that’s an option. Or if I really want to, either, I guess? I guess that matters, too.”
Kissed one of your friends?
“On the cheek? Plenty. Kissed like lovers? No. No one.”
Danced on a table in a bar / tavern?
“I think I did that one time in Ul’dah. But it was during the end shift at the cafe and we were cleaning up. Um...don’t tell Miss Sasari.”
Ever told a lie?
“Plenty. I feel like I still have to lie. Hells, I think I have to lie to myself just to justify waking up most mornings now. ‘It’s important that I’m there.’ I dunno.”
Had feelings for someone you can’t have?
She sighs and nods. “Twice. She abandoned me when she left the Tower and I haven’t heard from her in a long time. He...” She shakes her head again. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s been awful enough.”
Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
“I’m still assuming this is as lovers so...no. I have not. I think I would have liked to, once, but...nah.”
Kissed a picture?
She shakes her head in confusion. “Do people do that? Why? Next you’ll tell me people try swiving pictures, too. Wait...they do?”
Slept until 5pm?
“Gods, yes. When I’m sick mostly, but there were days in the other world when I had to stay awake for bloody days on end to play games with the Pixies...when I finally convinced them to see who could sleep the longest I’d sleep that late. Funny, I still never beat them in those games, either...”
Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant?
“I suppose the Cafe would count for that, so yeah. I can cook, I can bake, I can serve tables. It was fun. A lot of fun. I enjoy working for Miss Sasari and learning from her.”
Stolen something?
“Probably? If I did it was years ago; I haven’t stolen anything in recent memory. Cookies in the kitchen don’t count. Especially if you help bake them.”
Been fired from a job?
She stiffens and grumbles, then nods with a huff. “Yeah. It was horrible. Miss Sasari just left a note for me an’ Kiratai, said we were no longer needed by the Caravan. No reason why just...done.” She shakes her head. “Sasari came back and I asked her why she did it. She never told me. No one tells me anything. But she was back and offered me my job back, so I took it. It still hurt. It wasn’t just losing a job...I lost my family. And the timing of it too just...” She shakes her head sadly. “Next.”
Done something you regret?
She closes her eyes and nods, chuckling humorlessly. “Yeah. Actually telling people what I’m feeling. Didn’t do me any good. No one wants to hear it anyway. So now I get to lie to them and myself.” She puts on (an almost) genuine smile.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
“Oh gods, yes! Too many times to count, but milk? Uggh...that was never fun. It always seems to be milk.”
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
She pauses, tilting her head. “I...have never tried that before. Can you do that? I should try that the next time I am in Ishgard!”
Sat on a rooftop?
“Uh, yes? It’s not that hard to do, it’s a great vantage point, and in the afternoon it’s a great place for sunning after a swim.”
Kissed someone you shouldn’t have?
She shakes her head. “I thought we already answered the kissing questions?”
Sang in the shower?
She laughs. “I mean...no? The few times I’ve taken a shower were in and out quickly. Bathing, I mean...I’ve hummed a song now and then, I suppose?”
Been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on?
"Uh...yeah. That’s not that weird in my tribe. We do that all the time when we’re kids. It’s a large reason why I don’t really enjoy wearing clothes - they’re hard to swim in.”
Shaved your head?
She shakes her head. “No way. Why would I do that?"
Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?
"That would probably require a boyfriend or girlfriend first so...no.”
Shot a gun?
"I have not, but I do want to learn. I’m not sure if Sasari or Mercer would still teach me, but I would like to learn.”
Still loved someone you shouldn’t?
She hangs her head. “Probably easier to say that I don’t love them anymore. Those bridges were taken out by the floods and even if they are rebuilt...no. I don’t love any of them anymore.” She sighs, before looking up.
Have / had a tattoo?
She smiles a little and shrugs. “Thought about it, when Llaine went and adopted me into her family. But she left before I could do it.”
Liked someone, but will never tell who?
“My problem was I did tell him. Now? I don’t think I’d tell a soul anymore.”
Been too honest?
"Yep. And look at all the good it’s done for me.”
Ruined a surprise?
“I...don’t think so? I’m usually good about keeping a secret.”
Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
She bites her lip and sighs, looking away. “No. No, I haven’t. I wouldn’t know what that’s like.” She turns back and smiles. “Oh well.”
Stalked someone?
She shakes her head. “No. Don’t know why I would.”
Thought about murder?
“Certainly. Plenty of times. I’ve even done it. It’s why it confuses me so much and makes me so angry when I’m asking for restraint and everyone looks at me like I’m the naive one that needs to learn better.”
How about mass murder?
"Um...no. Definitely not.”
Cheated on someone?
She shakes her head. “No. No one I could cheat on anyway.”
Gotten so angry that you cried?
“Plenty. More than I ever cared to. Not sure I’m done, either.”
Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
She shakes her head. “Not even for my own good. I probably should have tried. I didn’t know I needed to. It was stupid. I know better now.”
Thoughts about suicide?
She looks away silently, then shakes her head. “I’d rather not...start telling the truth now.”
Had a girlfriend / boyfriend?
“No. Would have liked to. Don’t think I will.”
Gotten totally drunk during a holiday?
She finally laughs. “Sure. Plenty of reasons to celebrate in the Caravan, and then here for all the holidays Eorzeans celebrate...it’s fun.” Tagged by: @mercermachines :) Thanks for the tag! Tagging: @little-purple-thundercloud; @steelcarbuncle; @eightswordsparrow; and of course anyone else (if anyone else even reads this blog, lol) :)
Reblog this.
If you do not care what gender your roleplay partner identify themselves as.
Be they male, female, trans, or whatever else is out there.
If you are a friend, you are a friend. If we ship our muses together, we ship the heck out of our muses. I don’t care if you are a female playing male, a male playing female or whatever is inbetween.
You are precious no matter what you are. And I love you.
I like this...
Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!
Streaks of ink and tears...
they were there and I walked in and I panicked and I just walked away to go read in peace
is it not enough that they banish me from their friendship. but then they insist on taking my refuge from me as well?
i will give my gift this starlight and then i will not burden any of them any longer. no one wants me here anyway
This Journal is Earning its Keep...
I don’t know if he felt the same way. I know for me it was...odd? To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest? To not focus on his voice and just his words?
And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok? I think I make sense. I know what I mean, shut up.
Lyta is Lyta. That she has lovers has always been constant. I wish I could know what it is about her. But so does Kahlua. Anzu. Sasari. Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically. Not sure why that bothers me...
What is it about me? Why am I unlovable? What do they see about me that I can’t see? What is it about them that I cannot be?
Is it this scar? Is Suzume right? I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster? And they all see it in me?
Another Journal Entry
Wicked white, even after five turns this thing is still here. Guess it’s only been a moon, proper, here, though. But I was gone for so much longer...time passed me by and no one is the wiser. I couldn’t be alone. I’d been alone for five bloody years with that maddening pixie and now that I was home...I thought I could belong again. After tonight I don’t belong anywhere again. He didn’t love me, and I couldn’t just stop. Now his...fiancé is angry with me again, Suzume won’t speak or look at me again (I don’t think she even knows what is happening, just that her Khala hates me). And Mercer... I didn’t know he saw me. I didn’t know it was killing him. He kept opening up to me. Kept making me feel safe. That’s why I loved him. It’s why I wanted to be with him. I don’t. Not now. Not anymore. I’m not part of that family. And I don’t want to be in the Tower family as long as... I will not take the oath. I thought I would. I was ready to, before Sasari returned. I don’t want to be in this family anymore. Hells...I want to go back to Eo Aenc now. At least I had fun in Il Mheg No more. I just want to be done.
Of course!
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
🥓 (From Merc if my muse is required.)
Anafenza pushes a few stray hairs behind her horn. “My family? It’s not exactly ‘typical,’ if you’re expecting that...But just boil it down to a single person? Hmm...
“I mean, you know Sasari and Sasani. They’re practically family, since their family took me and Aroo - that’s Aruktai - in when we fled the Steppe. And you know Kiratai I imagine. Big, blue Xaela; he was usually running around keeping Sasari from starving most days. Nowadays he just moves around in his chair, on account of him being hurt when the twins were kidnapped and thought dead. I think the injury destroyed his pride worse than his legs - it hurts to see him so much more quiet and reserved. Still, he’s a joy to be with, and he still cares a lot for me. He still treats me like his sister, no matter how much I tease him and annoy him. I can’t climb up on his shoulders like I used to - and he’s probably grateful for that, too - but he’s the one family member that I never want to see go. He’s the best big brother I could have asked for, but even then...there’s much more to him. My Kiri-kun.” She smiles and shrugs a little.
Thanks @lalaliya!
Posting again, but do people like doing these? I can stop if no one wants to see it
BREAKFAST CHAT:
FOR EVERY NUMBER OF FOOD THEY RECEIVE, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE FOLLOWING TOPICS:
SEND ‘🥞’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR LIFE. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Pancakes’.
SEND ‘🥓’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE IN THEIR FAMILY. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Bacon’.
SEND ‘☕️’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT KEEPS THEM GOING AND LIVING. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Coffee’.
SEND ‘🍳’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE WHO INSPIRES THEM. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Fried Egg’.
SEND ‘🥘’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT A GROUP OF PEOPLE THEY WANT TO BE AROUND WITH OR ASPIRE TO BE WITH. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Hotpot’.
SEND ‘🍎’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE THEY LOVE/CARE ABOUT/IN LOVE WITH. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Apple’
For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s).
This looked like fun. :)
Unusual questions for your muse
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Conflux, Finale
Commander St. Peter sat in her ready room, smiling as she stared down at the PADD in her hands. On it, a picture of the three girls smiled back up at her: herself, the other Jessica, and Anafenza. They’d taken it just the day before, that night in Hurricane Hal’s, as they waited to return to their homes. She’d let the other Jess take the photo, and then gave a printed copy to Anafenza to keep along with her communicator. Since the linkpearl had been fused to it during their rescue, it was inoperable…but it did make for a nice amulet of sorts for the woman. Temporal Prime Directive be damned, she thought; no one would be able to trace it anyway. If anyone even believed the young au ra’s story anyway…
Her door chimed, and she looked up. “Come in,” she called, and the doors parted to allow her first officer and science officer into the room. Both wore concerned expressions on their faces, but Sano, her trill science officer, looked the most concerned. “Dossu, Nizeri…what’s going on?”
Obruz Dossu looked to the other woman and nodded, the bajoran deferring to the science officer. Nizeri Sano cleared her throat. “Commander, there might have been a problem…”
“A problem?”
She nodded. “We based all of our calculations on the assumption that the women were using our reality as one anchor, and that they were tethered to their own realities. Every reality has a unique quantum signature; anything that originates there bears that same signature, and anything that comes from outside will have a conflicting signature. The other Jessica and Anafenza had different quantum signatures, which we identified and based our calculations on.”
Jessica nodded. “Ok, right. Makes sense. So what’s the problem?”
“We didn’t know about you!”
Jessica blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
Obruz cleared his throat. “We discovered an anomaly in your quantum signature. And when we researched it more we…began to realize why the Andromeda mission – the one you and Wirstowx originated from – is classified at such high levels.”
“My signature is different…because I was born in the Andromeda Galaxy?” Jessica shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense…”
“It wouldn’t, no. Because, it shouldn’t make a difference. There would be some variance owing to location within the universe itself, but it would be similar enough. No, yours is completely different.” Sano shook her head. “Yours has a known match, too. You’re from the ‘Mirror Universe’.”
Jessica went wide-eyed at this, then turned to Obruz. The bajoran first officer nodded. “We checked with Admiral Scott; he confirmed it to us, after we pressed the importance of understanding why this went wrong. The Andromeda mission didn’t just go to a different galaxy; it crossed the universal barrier as well.”
“He couldn’t give us access to the reports from that time, but he did explain a certain…’quantum inversion’ that occurred as ships passed through the gateway Starfleet used to get to Andromeda. It wasn’t until the Aventine tried to meet the expedition using its conventional slipstream drive that the inversion was even discovered and studied. But by the time we began to understand it, the expedition ended. The ships returned home, and all of the data was classified.”
Jessica shook her head, her thoughts racing with implications. Still, they hadn’t explained the problem to her. “Alright…but how is this a problem? What happened to the other two women? What happened to Jessica and Anafenza?”
Sano shook her head and sighed. “The calculations we used to anchor them here relied on our quantum signature. Before we realized you were acting as the tether to them. If we had been able to modify to match your quantum signature, it would have worked. We believe, when we inserted you into the equation, the navigational sensors used your unique quantum signature and anchored the women in the mirror universe.”
“Meaning?”
“We discovered a similar inversion during the transport process.” Sano looked apologetically at Jessica. “And before you ask; no, we can’t lock back on and rescue them. We’re too far out of sync now. They are where they are now. I’m sorry.”
Jessica stared down at the picture of the three of them, then back up to her officers. “So…where did we send them?”
“Near as we can tell,” the science officer replied, “some form of a parallel universe similar to their own reality.” She bit her lip and frowned sadly. “I’m…really sorry Jess. If we’d known…”
Jessica shook her head, picking up the PADD again. Her cheeks felt hot, and she feel tears forming. “Please…get out.”
Once the door shut behind them, Jessica tossed the PADD to the side and, burying her face in her hands, began to sob.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in time and space…
The transporter effect subsided, and Jessica St. Peter blinked, looking around at the city buildings surrounding her. She expected to be deposited back in her home on Cap Au Diable, but perhaps the convergence and the transport technobabble she’d been subjected to didn’t have quite as accurate aim. She stepped out from between the buildings, looking around. That’s when it hit her.
All the banners. The gold stars. The images of an emperor standing victorious and benevolent, not towering over his minions with outstretched claws. She wasn’t in the Rogue Isle. She wasn’t even in Paragon City…
“Oh shit…” she said, with terrifying realization. She immediately took to the skies with a whirlwind around her, making it harder to see her. She passed a banner and saw in large writing her fear’s confirmed.
Praetoria.
“I’m on Praetorian Earth,” she said, cursing again. “I can’t be caught here, not if he is still alive here. I need to get back, how to get back…”
She scanned the streets for the tell-tale ramshackle armor of the Resistance. If anyone knows how to get back, she thought, they would know. Just gotta bust a few heads…
Elsewhere in time and space, further still…
The twinkling of chimes subsided, but the blinding light still filled Anafenza’s vision. She squinted, looking around in confusion.
She was on a small hill, covered in bright pink and purple flowers. Small roofs poked up out of the ground, the huts seemingly built built into the hills. In the distance, on a small lake, rose a large castle with beautiful filigree wings spread behind it. But the sky…the sky was nothing but blinding light. No clouds, no sun – not even warmth, she noted, as she shivered in the breeze.
Small giggles echoed around her, and whispered, child-like voices from unseen speakers surrounded her. “What’s this? A mortal!” “She just came from a pillar of light!” “It’s a mortal! Here!” “Is she a sin-eater?”
Anafenza spun around in confusion. “Who’s there? Where am I?”
“Doesn’t know where she is? Poor thing…” “I want to play!” “No, it’s my turn!”
A cacophony of “my turns” smothered Ana, and she dropped to the ground in a panic. The dark aether began to seep from her side as she slammed her eyes shut, the voices ringing in her horns.
Then, there was silence, and a small finger poked her in the nose. Ana opened her eyes a smidge.
The small faerie-like being grinned at her, dark eyes regarding her playfully. “Well you’re definitely not a sin eater,” it said with a happy giggle. “I’m Eo Aenc. We’re going to have fun but first,” they looked up, then with a flutter moved forward to tug on Ana’s horns. “We need to get moving! I don’t want to turn my new friend into a leafman right now; mortals are so few in our realm. Come, get up! They’re coming!”
“What…who…who is coming?” Ana scrambled to her feet and took a few staggering steps forward, turning to look behind her.
Large, grotesque creatures bounded towards her, their hides porcelain white, eyes dark and devoid of life. The auras around them brightened the air, making it difficult to even look upon them.
Anafenza screamed, taking off after Eo Aenc into the relative safety of the realm of the fae, Il Mheg...