evolutionism [closed/invite]

[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 626 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. DARWINISM. The theory that the newly arising species are perpetuated by natural selection. This organic theory has many different pseudonyms, including but not limited to evolutionism. But what happens when what people consider the state of nature is altered dramatically? What happens when death is no longer permanent, but rather, ephemeral? When everyone could rise from their ashes like a phoenix? Mute always wondered, as she embarked on her exceptionally fruitless journey, would they as people simply invent new punishments for being the inferior wolf in the wolf-eat-wolf society in which she originally dwelt? As time elapsed, she quickly became cognizant that this indeed is the case. People were innovative. This is a world governed by the sharpest teeth. Still, this state of nature is preferable to the previous. She considers it a clean slate. Her previous residence was filled with dirty minded adults inebriated by notions of power and greed. A naughty seven insidious colour palette; the previous world was naught but an abstract painting, painted in gruesome flecks of green envy and red wrath. Accentuated by yellow gluttony and virulent violet pride. Convention was the ironic toxin to defile the world – that is her firm belief. Sure, human nature may always be present, but there is a certain charisma to anarchy. She considers it humorously ironic, for the natural selection to be more benign than any synthesized system man could invent. Darwinism is going to be directly applied to her life right now – it is quite inescapable. Being within Windsor Greatwood provides her with an opportunity to indulge in hunting. Earning the ire of low level enemies, perhaps some variety of boar, would either make or (temporarily) break her. It is about time she starts some sort of statistical development, step out of the shut-in lifestyle that inevitably haunted her all the way into this eccentric, familiar land. With any luck, enough time passed to allow her to elude issues such as overly populated hunting grounds and the potentially violent competition that may or may not ensue. Low level, introversion, and her main class makes it difficult to both want to partner up with someone to tackle on challenges with, and also even boast enough charisma to make people generate the idea of inviting her. Yet, what is this feeling of loneliness when she peers at her friend list and heeds the undeniable vacancy of people? A sigh escapes her, as she turns her gaze towards the cerulean canvas a man once dubbed the sky. Admittedly, she's procrastinating. Things aren't like how they were when just simply playing the game and viewing it through a screen – no, living it is quite different and, being the type who knows her limitations, she cannot actually see the reason or pragmatism in trying to attack something. It is not her mindset to do things she knows she is incapable of, and that is the main barricade that warded her from any sort of progression over the elapsed amount of time since the Catastrophe. Paranoia, hesitation, pessimism, excessive prudence; all of it contributed equally. Aid is something she knows she wants, but is too awkward to ask for it. For the past five minutes, she's been leaning against a tree, in lieu of actually doing much of anything. A cheap scythe is mounted on her back, expressing its wear and tear through its imperfections and one thousand and one blemishes. Her monochromatic robes, the same shade as the purest onyx, appears to be in equally poor condition. At the very least, they are comfortable and thus Mute sees no reason to complain. The adventurer is in dire need of replacements, but this requires a pang of capricious behaviour that she simply does not have herself. MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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Today should have been a typical one for Capsule. Whether it was searching the Greatwood for herbs or other plants that provided homeopathic remedies, or even just a good walk to stretch her legs, a usual day for her was (mostly) uneventful. Sometimes it was even dull, albeit for the occasional brier weasel encounter. Was it odd that she considered dodging slimes to be perfectly normal now? Not even animated snowmen could rustle her jimmies, whereas such a thing in the "real" world would have given her quite the fright. Fantasy and supernatural creatures were best enjoyed in a world where they only existed in your imagination, superstitions and fictional media, otherwise they grew too mundane.

Capsule was on the back of a crystal reindeer at the moment, a gentle beast whose red core shown visibly through its chest. An ugly mask in the likeness of a black furred goat with twisted horns rested upon her face, and had she been wearing anything other than cargo pants and a red tee, one could easily mistake her for death, riding upon a pale horse. Whatever childlike enthusiasm she had expressed upon initially mounting the reindeer (a la Bastian astride Falcor) dwindled substantially. You would be surprised at how the novelty of riding a fantastic being could end so quickly; it was not a very comfortable ride sans saddle. Being masked did little to facilitate regular breathing, either, but it helped to move people -- Adventurers and Landers alike -- out of her way.

The Enchanter left Snowdonia with the full intention of just showing off her newfound prize, but now she only wanted to lie down somewhere and die -- figuratively speaking, anyway. The only thing stopping her from utilizing the Call of Home skill and whisking her to the nearest city was, well…the absence of a certain puppy. There was no leash law in Elder Tale. Animal Trainers could afford to be reckless and allow their pet dragons or triffids to run free. Who was going to stop them, aside from Adventurers with a god complex or vigilantes with a relenting need for street justice? It was not players with inflated egos that concerned Capsule, however. It was the monsters that roamed this zone. This was no place for a puppy or small child.

Thank goodness for the Hearing Aptitude skill. With her mask equipped, the tiny barks in the distance seemed to reverberate in her ears. She urged the reindeer on in that direction, expecting the worse. They were a long ways off from the Savill Flower Grove, though she could not help but imagine that Bosco was cornered by the giant man eating plant that held the role of field boss in that area. Or maybe he was two seconds away from being strangled by a level forty brier weasel's tail. The sounds of hooves beating increased as she urged the reindeer on. Not even a dog owner for two days, and already she had gotten it killed.

Of course, when she saw what the dog was actually barking at, Capsule almost slammed a palm to her face. The crystal reindeer came to a stop near a tree, where nary a monster could be seen. There was a person, however, and barking up at her was Bosco, the Malinois. The puppy was twisting around the ankles of a… Capsule raised an eyebrow at the information she gleamed -- a level one Heretic (and Half-Alv, too), which was obvious enough from the gear she possessed. True, there were some who liked to wear lower gear to give off the illusion that they were not what they seemed, but people like that were far and few between.

Vaguely recalling those guys who used cute puppies to pick up an even cuter girl, Capsule tried to (gracefully) dismount. Considering she had been riding nonstop for hours and her butt had long gone numb, it was safe to say that Capsule would not stick the landing. Indeed, her legs buckled and she almost stumbled when her feet were on the ground, but she played it off by leaning against the reindeer. Fresh air, glorious air bathed her cheeks and filled her lungs as she pulled the mask off and shook her long mane of white hair.

"Bosco. What have I told you about running off?" Did Bosco care? No. He glanced over at Capsule, tongue lolling out, and went back to yapping at the girl. "Sorry about that." She ran a hand through her hair, suddenly feeling very subconscious. "Was he bothering you?" Never mind the fact that she had just rode in on a reindeer made of crystal, or the hideous mask now strapped at a jaunty angle on the side of her head. This was just another normal day for the Enchanter.

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Muse:Professional Killer
Words:802
Tags:Mute

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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 563 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. THERE ARE MANY thoughts flooding the disturbed confines of Mute’s mind in that moment – what did she do to deserve this, why is this animal here, and why has it taken an interest in her? These questions, as she learned in “real life”, could not be answered in a rational manner, and this bothers her because she is someone whose religion might as well be reason. The girl is currently in a dilemma, for there isn’t much she can do that is moral that could at least temporarily halt this incessant barking, and ward away the possibility of her being bitten viciously, that doesn’t encroach on her honest to God affection towards animals. Usually, she is pretty good around them, which is ironic for she finds them to be like a puzzle she cannot readily solve, but in this case, she wonders to herself if it is some kind of scent that heretics carry that has become a curse to her. Are animals unnerved by this gothic aroma? For now, all she could do is keep as much distance as possible, which coerces her into plastering her back even harder against the tree. Any benign method of dealing with this she suspects would result in her hand half being bitten off, and she doubts her ability to do much of anything else that could at least discourage the canine from continuing its belligerent pursuit. Perhaps it simply feels threatened? Does such logic even apply in the world of Elder Tale, in the Unfounded Kingdom? Well, this session would not reveal any such information to her, for before she can even start on any sort of course of action, things get stranger. Exceptionally more strange. Which, for the heretic is, well, not as unwelcomed as one may think. A level seventy-eight Half-Alv enchanter with a mask vaguely resembling Satan rides in on a crystal reindeer – it sounds like the beginning of a bar joke. Either that or this person is a harbinger of her decisive doom. There is a seventy-seven level gap between her and her newfound company; admittedly this does not bode well. What could the objective of someone like this be, coming to lower level areas? Needless to say, it becomes increasingly apparent that this person held ownership over the dog whose name is revealed to be Bosco. Indeed, this adventurer knows Bosco – she owns Bosco. Yet, this Bosco persists in his yapping, but Mute’s attention has pooled elsewhere. Namely, the owner. Having witnessed the removal of the mask and the exposal of the mystic mane of snowy locks, the brunette looks a little stunned. The girl is a lot cuter than the mask and more intriguing, but the mask is associated with the girl and thus surely it won’t be bad if she sparks a conversation pertaining to both? Right? She stammered, and scratched her cheek timidly. “Ah – uh, no, just caught me a little offguard. I like dogs. Dogs are cool.” Mute proceeds to clear her throat loudly. ”Are you Baphomet? You look like Baphomet.” …Oh, you’ve done goofed now, girl. ”I mean––the mask! The mask looks like Baphomet. That you were wearing. I have it on my tongue.” Opening her mouth and putting her tongue on display would reveal the eccentric Sigil of Baphomet marked on it. Uncanny for even a Half-Alv, but appropriate given her main class. MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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It was obvious that Bosco was not going to stop hounding the girl (pun intended) on his own. Was he disturbed by the fact that the girl was a Heretic? Enchanters had a few dark spells in their arsenal, but Bosco had not turned on his owner… yet. Capsule regarded the other girl -- a brunette with red yes -- with some curiosity. The Heretic was not quite short, but the height difference was obvious (and would have been opposite, outside of virtual reality). Other than possessing pale skin and somewhat foxy facial figures, she did see the girl as much of a threat to anyone but young, pittered boars. And maybe Bosco, but the Heretic claimed to like dogs.

Capsule was almost thrown off entirely by the girl's -- Mute, her ign read -- question. "…Baphomet?" She only knew the goat from occult symbols, though had done little research beyond that. It was certainly the first time that she had been referred to as the goat, too. 'Better than nothing, I guess.' She shook her head, hands rising to give her usual warding off gesture, but stopped short as the girl rushed in to defend herself. Such a nervous Mädchen, but she could hardly be held at fault; the severe level gap between the two of them was intimidating.

"Oh. Well." She was having a little trouble getting a word in, partly because she felt it was rude to interrupt, the other half being confusion and difficulty stringing a proper thought into words. Before she knew it, the girl was sticking her tongue out at her. Capsule leaned in slightly to get a better look, wondering if this is how it felt to be on the other end of a doctor's exam. She could peek down the girl's throat and at her tonsils if she tried, although she had no idea what doctors actually looked for when they did that. "That is a… very interesting and highly relevant emblem." She held two fingers close to her head, to mimic horns. "Witches get mistaken for Satanists a lot, I hear." Or something like that.

A brief lull, during which Bosco's little yaps continued to fill the air, followed. Capsule lowered her hands and inclined her head toward the girl. "Er, since you showed me yours, I guess I have to show you mine?" That sounded so lewd that she reflexively reactivated her Hearing Aptitude, just to check for the heavy breathing of some perv that may be watching. "Mine was taken from the Necronomicon. The mark of Xastur, 'A foul demoness who slays men in their sleep, and devours that which she will.'" She felt embarrassed by mentioning it, since Simon's book was obviously little more than a joke book for Lovecraft enthusiasts. As promised, however, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for Mute's inspection.

Did members of other races do similar things when they bumped into each other? Did fox tails boast and show off their many tails to make the other envious, wolf hairs determine who contained the thickest body hair, dwarves… compare who could be tossed the farthest and hardest? And did humans think them all insane for doing so? It was not like her to be paranoid (cautious, sure), but anyone walking in right now would find the situation odd. After nearly thirty seconds of exposing her tongue to the air, Capsule withdrew it.

"I'm Capsule. It's not very sinister, but it does roll off the tongue better than Baphomet." One of her hands reached out, faltered, and righted itself again. How long has it been since she last offered someone a handshake? Her father and the rest of her fussy people would disapprove of her form and the lack of confidence she displayed. Her saving grace was the surprising firmness she could exhibit, once contact was made. Having brothers who would squeeze your hand like a vice until you cried "uncle" was rather handy.

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Muse:Candy Shop
Words:662
Tags:Mute

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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 768 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. ♫: Framing Hanley - Lollipop PHEW. The unnerving period of time becomes merely an unpleasant epoch of the past as she manages to successfully defend herself before the girl whose IGN appeared to be ‘Capsule’ could garner too much of a terrible impression. Once upon a time someone told her that in these strange social rituals, it is often good to not make the person hate you right off the bat, and perhaps this practice would prove fruitful in this scenario. Mute still didn’t understand anything about any of this. She just didn’t get the reason behind these rituals where she would end up socializing with other people. Is it just a means to an end, some sort of end where she can ultimately confide in someone? Is there any rational science to this? Apparently, Mute should have invested more time in her sociology classes to clear up the dozens of questions popping up in her mind. Or maybe it is all just to distract her from the elephant in the room, she sucks at socializing and doesn’t like doing things she feels she’s inept at. Interpersonal detachment aside, the scrutiny of her tongue does admittedly remind her of doctor check-ups she has went to in the past. There are no devices being stuck into her oral orifice and light being poured down her throat to better reveal the confines of her windpipe, no, then why does she somehow feel even more violated? Within thirty seconds of meeting this girl, already she is showing off her insides to her and, well, even for a heretic this doesn’t feel conventional at all. Maybe, just maybe, she should have refrained from immediately showing the girl her tongue and the symbol upon it. The feeling of that crimson gaze laden in her mouth is promptly causing her pallor to change to a rosy red as if she suddenly contracts a fever, but that is far, far from the reason. Ironically, she feels that it must be because of something like a fever, because surely that is the only rational method of explaining this occurrence? ”You do? I mean, ah, y-yes. The distinction is quite large, but it would take me quite a long time to explain all of the differences. Practitioners of different things…” The brunette sweeps her attention to the side, and her mind is bloated with sensations and thoughts, bloated to maximum capacity, so utterly full that the very happenings around her – the dog’s persistent barking, she becomes insensitive to it like a guitarist’s fingers become accustomed to the string. ”… I think I have a fever. That’s kinda weird, right?” At this point, Mute honestly can’t begin to rationalize or explain what she’s saying. Its coherency, she is ashamed of the lack there of when truly breaking down and looking at her context, but right now she can’t help it, especially when her face has randomly climbed in temperature like a desert at dawn. Her mind is cleared as her interest is piqued. It is a good thing her interest is piqued so much, enough to make her not think too much into the rhetorical question that would cause any vulgar eavesdropper to salivate. Well, even if she did put it under auditory scrutiny, she probably wouldn’t really get it at all. What Mute did get, however, was the revelation that Capsule’s tongue emblem is the mark of Xastur, tastefully (especially for Mute) taken from the Necronomicon. ”That’s really neat, I wish I would have thought of using something fr–uuwahh…” It is the first time she is given thirty seconds to look at someone’s tongue, and she inadvertently invades personal bubbles of space to get a closer look. This definitely would accentuate the ‘what are they doing’ factor of the moment for anyone who happened to be looking, but Mute’s intention was innocent through and through; chalk it up to her tame level of corruption at that moment. ”Wow, nice tongue…” Once again, a mutated variation of what she meant to express comes out of her mouth, to her dismay. ”I mean, the marking, it looks nice, not the tongue, wait no, I mean, the tongue does too though, err, wait no! I mean yes! Damnit!” She rigidly sticks out her hand and firmly grasps Capsule’s extended one with her hand, hastily shaking her hand, desperately trying to change the subject at this point. ”I’m Mute! I’m not mute personally; it’s just a reference to one of my favourite players from a game I played in the past.” MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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This girl was kind of… cute. Capsule could not quite put her finger on it, but there was something about the girl's mannerisms that she found endearing. It was not on par with Charity's level of cute (which was enough to make a drunken Capsule forget personal space for an unsolicited hug), but cute nonetheless. Then again, there were several parallels here, too; shyness, stammering, and the flush in Mute's cheeks. Capsule behaved the same way around people who intimidated her.

What she felt right now was some minor embarrassment, and the strange urge to protect the other girl -- either because they were both mages or for the sake of not letting a stronger player take advantage of her. It was a dog eat dog world, and Capsule knew about the shadier crimes and deals that went around on the bad side of Londinium. There was no formal government, so it was up to Adventurers to look out for each other.

It was hard not to smirk at Mute as she fumbled around with her faux pas. Capsule liked to think she had a nice tongue, too, otherwise she would not have cared what the marking was. She playfully stuck the tip of it out at Mute as her hand was clasped. For someone who was just as clumsily social as she, the handshake was rather firm, though the shake was much too quick. Capsule gave the girl's hand a gentle squeeze, but rather than lower it once it was free, raised it higher and advanced.

To anyone looking, it may have appeared that Capsule was about to pin Mute to the tree and lock her in, but her hand went to the girl's forehead instead. She had not forgotten the earlier question of a fever. "That's an interesting choice of name, Mute." Capsule pressed the back of her hand to the girl's forehead. It was warm, yes, but not hot enough to be mistaken for a fever. "Then again, you could probably say the same of mine. Two references in one: a band and a gang from an old manga." Her tone was bordering indifference as she studied Mute's red face.

Capsule was a medicine woman in this world, and supplying remedies for status effects or maladies was what she did. It also helped that Mute was another girl, and not a guy. There was nothing expressly forbidden lewd about a woman openly showing affection or care for another, especially when the reason was out of medical concern. There may have been some eyebrows raised if they were both guys, for context might be requested.

With the back of her fingers pressed against Mute's neck, Capsule felt confident in her diagnosis. It was a blush and nothing more, and now she felt silly just for checking. When she finally pulled her hand away, there was a faint twinge of pink in her otherwise pale cheeks. "Oh… sorry. I'm a Pharmacist, so you know. I'm kind of a doctor. But not really? I don't have a fancy PhD or anything." With the toe of her boot, she poked the barking puppy in the side and rolled him over onto the ground. "With no help from Nurse Bosco, I ruled out a fever."

That sounded like a dumb thing to say. It was, wasn't it? Capsule suddenly felt like she was sitting outside of hell's boiler room. "It is a little warm out, so ah. Hydration. You should drink plenty of fluids, preferably water, but anything cool will do." At the mention of "cool," her reindeer perked its head up. A can of Saber soda was what Capsule produced from her inventory, much to the reindeer's disappointment. "…It was either this or cider, but alcohol dehydrates you." She held the can out to Mute, a beverage that felt like it was just plucked from the fridge.

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Muse:Satisfaction (instru)
Words:646
Tags:Mute

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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 523 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. ♫: Stuck There was a transient lull in Mute's thoughts. Thanks to Capsule's hands on approach, the poor brunette's mind had all but fried for a moment under the scolding heat of all of Mute's consequential emotions. The back of Capsule's soft hand gently rested against her face, lightly matting the auburn locks of hair bordering her face against her forehead. Though she is at a loss for words, put on a leash by the captivating orbs of crimson parallel to her, she still manages to train her eyes on her fellow young half-alv woman without breaking eye contact. As it would turn out, she didn't want her attention to stray from its current point of interest. As her ability to think relatively clearly was gradually renewed, she reminded herself that staring was rude and with unbridled timidity darted her gaze to her side. An interesting choice of name? Anyone could see her expression shift, embarrassment not subsiding, but her lips curling into a refreshingly light smile. Flustered as she may have been, she still knew what she was. A lot of people knew, especially higher levels players such as Capsule, that being near a heretic was never a good idea. Their stigma reached as far as the People of the Land, and even allying with them could run the risk of being infected by their miasmic corruption. This thought made her overwhelmingly self-conscious, crushing whatever self-esteem she may have managed to muster, and forced her gaze towards the ground. That and she was awkward, there was no way she would ever pique the interest of someone as pretty and talented as the individual before her. ”I like it – I um, have a soft spot for word names I suppose you could say. It suits you.” Mute didn't know the girl at all yet, but she got the feeling that the name implicative of medicinal, or pharmaceutical, practices was not unfitting for the woman who promptly began to check her for any sort of genuine fever. Several more moments passed and it was revealed to her that Capsule was a pharmacist, which explained the habitual and pretty cute need to check on those who may be ill. ”It sorta does your name justice, Capsule does have a nice pharmaceutical flare to it as well...” Mute found it hard not to acknowledge the flecks of rose apparent in the young woman's cheeks, and felt an urge to do something she deemed would be rational. She heard that doctors themselves didn't like being studied in the manner they study others, or the doctor is the worst patient or something like that. Before she could do much of anything, however, Capsule presented her with some Saber soda. Eyes training on the can, she grasped it, surprised at the frigidty that seeps into her palm on contact. Before opening it, though, she employs her other hand, resting the back of it against Capsule's forehead. Inadvertently, she brushed some of Capsule's snowy locks lightly with her fingers, as her bangs with present at her forehead. ”U-uh... I ruled out it being a fever for you, too...” MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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Capsule sighed inwardly as Mute accepted the proffered can. It was the only way she knew to change the conversation into something less awkward. Mute looked like she could use it, too. It would give her something to focus on and do…The Enchanter's mind slowed down as a hand -- Mute's -- reached up towards her. Blinking, Capsule watched as the hand twisted and planted itself on her forehead. Warmth from Mute's skin seeped into Capsule's, and fingers brushed against her bangs.

For one short moment, Capsule swore she could feel an electrical current shooting from that singular hand. Within the next, her face was going from a light shade of pink to a deep red. ”I ruled out it being a fever for you, too...” A fever? Confusion and discomfort emanated from Capsule's crimson orbs. She did not fancy being touched as much as she liked touching other people (cases like Mute's were the sole exception), and being diagnosed by someone else felt odd. The stuffy German in her was also appalled at being touched so soon by a stranger, but it was a minimal bother; the first move was made by her, even if it were out of doctorly concern.

Unsure of how to react to the unexpected touch, Capsule's fingers twitched idly at her sides. She did not feel very comfortable saying "Don't touch me," lest it came out wrong. Action was her only recourse. With an uncertain hand that flexed open and closed, Capsule reached up to secure Mute's hand by the wrist. It was not a very firm grab, but gentle. Had it been anyone else however, she might have ducked or pushed the hand aside. Mute wasn't rude though, so...

Somehow her thumb ended up in the other girl's palm, her forefinger pressed against the other side of the hand. It was dangerously close to handholding, and Capsule would have no part of it. "Er. Thank you, but uh. I know." She did not understand the meaning behind Mute's unwarranted touching. The realization that it may have been the Heretic's odd way of flirting did not occur to her, either. Little touches like that were signs, but body language was not Capsule's shtick. So she continued to awkwardly fumble. "That's not why my face was flushed -" No, wait. "It was because of you that I was…Scheisse." It dawned on her then and there that she was still holding onto Mute's hand, albeit tighter now.

"…I'm just going to stop talking right now." She was incapable of properly defending herself without being too frank. "Gee, person I just met, I got a little nervous because I was touching you when I thought you had a fever, ahaha." That would be a horrendously awkward and embarrassing thing to blurt out. Capsule almost raised the hand holding onto Mute's to her face out of shame. "...Sorry." She opened her hand and hastily dropped it by her side. Now she was starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded. If her legs did not feel like they were stuck in a vat of pudding, she would have fled to go die somewhere else.

Capsule sighed and pressed her back against Mute's tree, which was thankfully large enough for the two of them. She pressed her hand to her face. Both were equally warm, from the hand holding and blushing. It would have been nice if it were colder out, but she needed something colder to cool down. There was another Saber soda somewhere in her inventory, though fetching it would require her to move, and she was happier to just stand around and attempt to blend in with the wood. 'Someone kill me, please.'

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Tags:Mute

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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 552 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. ♫: -- For Mute, indulging in sentimentality did provide her with pleasure. That was a part of her that was comparably normal to the rest of her scarred mind. Even if she didn’t fully get those social rituals, no matter how lost upon her they were, she could not shake the fact it somehow heralded a feeling of validity. Somehow, in cases like the current when she inadvertently ended up doing it, it still satiated an urge that she never even thought was within her. She felt it like the kind of pleasure that a child would feel when wading around in the mud, cognizant that she shouldn’t, but pleasing enough to persist, and then in the aftermath learning, hey, mud’s better than I thought it was, turns out it’s excellent for the skin. Worry was palpable in her eyes as she felt her wrist grasped. The brunette was embarrassed that she may have went a little overboard, and she was ultimately unsure of why she did it when she knew that Capsule likely had a handle on her own status, considering her physician-esque status. Before she could assess the situation and see if she had overstepped her boundaries, whatever that meant, she realized that the manner in which their hands were consequentially clasped was a teensy tiny bit more amorous than what either party had hoped for. Her eyes, a crimson hybrid of timidity and world weariness, momentarily assumed a surprised and abashed glint as they widened, never once straying away from Capsule for as long as the odd moments were perpetuated. "It was because of you that I was…Scheisse." Notably speechless for the entire time, the moment she felt the grip intensify, her hand reciprocated as though it were instinctual. But for what reason would such a reflex exist? Was it her body’s not natural defence, but natural reaction to something of this… nature? Anxiety grounded her, and she felt increasingly stiff. Whatever confidence she managed to muster prior had left with the urgency of a hand fleeing a hot oven burner. ”No,” Oops. Did she just sound a little too defensive and opposed to the concept of not hearing this girl’s voice? There wasn’t a lot of rationality behind it, having just met her, but her lips were moving and weaving words and her mind was still playing catch-up. ”T-there’s no need to apologize, and no need to discontinue talking, I rather like it when you ta–“ and her mind caught up to her speaking just in the nick of time! Closing her mouth as she should have moments ago, she fidgeted shakily with the can of Saber soda that had been offered to her. Hydration, yeah. That was a good idea. Somehow, she was coordinated enough to employ sufficient dexterity in cracking the can open and bringing it to her lips. The generosity of the swig in question implied that she was a lot thirstier than she looked. Once again, as these situations are her kryptonite, her brain decided to not think into her gesture enough. ”Let’s just, well, change the subject or something? I mean, not that it’s a bad topic it’s just well, er – hey, do you want some of this soda?” Her hand, grasping the soda, extended forth in proposition. MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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She was cringing, and she could not help it. From Mute's no to the brushing away of Cap's apology. Was the temperature rising? Was she actually going to faint here and now, where she would be left at the utter mercy of this girl and the elements? She closed her eyes and stars appeared. This was such an awkward first impression. Melting into a puddle or losing consciousness would be better than this.

Somewhere beside her, the sound of a soda can being opened caught her ears. The tip of Capsule's nose twitched as she caught the scent of freshly opened soda mist. Saber soda possessed a very peculiar smell, and even odder taste. Two of her fingers pulled apart, to allow a single eye to spy on Mute. Watching the brunette practically chug the contents gave Capsule secondhand thirst. Her throat contracted as it attempted to swallow what little saliva remained in her mouth.

The fingers closed but her eye widened behind the thin wall of flesh, trembling in its socket. She was afraid Mute had seen her, due to the suggestion of changing the subject. Actually, a change of topic would be wonderful right about now. "Yes," she said, a little preemptively. She almost missed the offer of the soda.

Capsule lowered her hand to meet Mute's eyes, and then lowered them to the half empty soda can. A small dribble of soda lined the opening. She gulped. This would not be her first time sharing a beverage with another person, but she was usually the initiator in that sense, and the feelings were mutually indifferent. It was a drink and nothing more, and germs were hardly a concern in this world. So why was she so hesitant to swap saliva now?

"Yes, danke -- thank you." As if on their own accord, her hands moved forward to graciously accept the can. She was being silly. It was only a little backwash. There was nothing weird or "lewd" about this. And yet, she was stricken with the term "indirect kiss," when two people shared food items. It was mostly reserved for characters who liked each other, or at least a one sided affair. That wasn't the case her… right?

She tilted her head back to take her fill of the soda, ignoring her German blood's instinct to chug it down like a stein of beer. This wasn't Oktoberfest. Indirect kiss or no, the soda agreed with her. Capsule could feel herself cooling down almost immediately, and along with it came relief. The can was much lighter when she handed it back to Mute, one hand coming up to wipe at the corner of her mouth. "That was really refreshing. Thank you." The dizziness and stars receded, as well. "I feel a lot better now..." She was starting to ramble, too.

The Enchanter quickly racked her brain for an appropriate topic. Anything would do, as long as it got them onto another train of though. "Um…" Like a deer caught in the headlights, Capsule stared blankly into the face of her fellow mage. In case it wasn't obvious, socializing was not this mage's thing. She was clueless as to how the extroverts were able to seamlessly start and continue conversations. Did they just blurt out whatever came to their mind, and go from there?! "Na ja," she pathetically muttered. 'Frick frick frick.' She was doing so well in the beginning, too!

The can. Should she say something about the soda? It was sort of a conversation starter. "So, how did you like the soda," she could say. Yes, that was perfect. And maybe they could expand on that somehow to discuss their favorite food and junk. Capsule gestured at the can. Her eyes were drawn towards the opening, where more liquid clung to the rim and the entrance. That was some of her own saliva there.

But instead of asking Mute's opinion of the soda, like her mind instructed, Capsule blanked. Her lips were moving, but there was no thought behind it. Speaking effortlessly was possible for her in her native tongue, but she often had to pause and consider what she wanted to say when it came to English. "Der Kuss." The way she pronounced the latter word, it almost came out sounding like its English cousin. Kiss. "Is good, ja?" That was a statement directed more at the soda itself.

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Muse:Sousounde
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Tags:Mute

CODED BY BENETNASCH

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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 658 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. ♫: Genie in a Bottle It was easy to tell Mute was inept at the art of socializing. After all, she didn’t seem to get that there were times where it was a tad bit odd to continue looking at someone without giving the wrong impression. Keeping her crimson orbs fixed on Capsule was one of those moments, as she perpetuated her gaze irregardless of whether or not Capsule was occupied with taking a drink from the can. It took a moment or two for Mute to snap out of her temporary stupor, put the facts on the table, and start to actually think about them. It would have been a lot more prudent of her to have done that a good minute or so ago. Exposed to the Internet for most of her life, it would have been exceptionally hard for her to not know of the thing that society called an indirect kiss. Courtesy of her culture, she never really paid much attention to it. More often than not, she would literally share a drink with a friend and think absolutely nothing of it. For the girl of Scottish ancestry, the indirect kiss thing was otherwise rubbish unless she happened to like the person, yeah? And that wasn’t how it was right now – totally. Then why are you so captivated, and blushing to boot, idiot… ”Oh. Don’t fash yerse about it, lassie.” Greater evidence of her abashment came in the form of her dialect, which was rapidly regressing to her native tongue. It was almost in sync with the eruption of the German Enchanter’s own. Its emergence, as she became increasingly flustered, revealed its thickness could be as gelatinous and viscous as the heaviest molasses. Seemingly becoming cognizant of that, she piqued up like a startled mouse before twirling a lock of her auburn hair with her free hand, and bringing the can of Saber back to her lips, taking another exaggerated drink to finish it off. Oh god, what do I do… Topics were scarce. This was pretty natural, because they honestly had just met, despite the outward appearances of the scene. Truly, she did not know what to do. What this even healthy? The speed of her heartbeat was a little daunting for the normally aloof girl. She had sessions of cardio that made her heart beat at a slower tempo than it was right now. And why? Was she that awkward when communicating with another person that her anxiety rocketed this much? No – it was different. She was only awkward when she was trying to be nice to someone, but why was she trying to be nice? Did she like… it couldn’t be, right? Not this early, right? It was easier for her to be cold and detached, the kind of person who may launch a book at someone’s skull if they interrupted her reading, because she didn’t have to go as far as to think about pleasing the other person. But she didn’t want to be rude or elusive with Capsule. She was one of the good ones, not overly light – and definitely not overly dark. Mm, exactly, not like you, Skylar. ”…Th’ whit?” The what, was what could probably be vaguely made out. But well, could one really blame her? It was hard to focus on taming one’s accent when they were trying to keep themselves from turning red as a lobster and then running away. But, more important matters – did she just say kiss? It sounded a lot like kiss. The indirect kiss? If this was some kind of anime, steam would have been coming out of Mute’s ears at this point. Sheepishly, she looked to her side. ”Aye…” Now her embarrassment climbed as high as the Eiffel Tower. Stammering, accent all over the place, barely even knowing what she was saying… ”A-ah pure techt, ah didne think ay it as a kiss but, a-ah did like it…” MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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What was with that accent? Mute's dialect only made itself apparent to Capsule just now, when before it was hardly noticeable. She was the same way with her German accent, but was rarely aware of how she actually sounded unless there was a recording on hand. Mute's was… what? Scottish? Had this been an entirely different situation, Capsule might have giggled at the language of Mute's people. And then die inside when she remembered the flack she caught from non-native speakers, back when she was learning English.

Fifth grade was when she got to take her first language course, and of course she chose English, like many of her peers. It was a very popular language option for most schools. Some of the kids in her class, as she recalled, were interested in travelling when they were older, and America was one of those places. Others just wanted to gab with the students from the international school, which mostly taught classes in English, and only casually taught German. Capsule's reason was more along the lines of peer pressure (and to better understand her brothers when they switched languages to keep secrets from her).

Being teased or talked down to because your accent was too thick was a nuisance. The teachers were polite about it, as adults generally erred along the line of tact when they weren't being condescending. Kids, on the other hand, were cruel and blunt. The students who were better at taming their accents behaved like snobs, and accused Capsule of confirming a stereotype. The non-natives were mean in their own way, but the internal shaming hurt like a knife.

Somberness was approaching from the corner, but Mute's nearly indiscernible sentence kept it at bay. Capsule's heart skipped a beat. A kiss? Her hand moved automatically to her face, fingertips gingerly brushing against her slack lips. It was indirect at best. 'Gott, did I say that out loud?' Evidently so. And now Mute was saying she liked it. 'But it wasn't even a real kiss.' …but wouldn't she feel ashamed to admit that? Kissing another girl… how lewd.

Capsule's face was red, just from thinking about the act. She'd yet to have her first, so it was strange to consider the notion that she had just kissed another person indirectly. And a girl no less. …Not that she had anything against homosexuality; it was more like she was attracted to males and those with masculine traits (which did not rule out women entirely), but her parents would surely disapprove if she brought another woman home. Then again, being trapped in a video game kind of prevented issues like that.

Curious, she poked at Mute's shoulder to get her attention. Making eye contact would be difficult for both of them, but they weren't going to get anywhere if they continued to beat around the bush like this. "Mute. Do you… like girls?" Her voice dipped to a whisper. Being direct was the best solution for someone like Capsule, who oft expressed little tact. Asking "Do you like me?" was one type of question she would avoid, however. It was much too forward, and a little too soon for such feelings. Right?

"…not that I think it's bad or something. I'm just… interested in you? I mean, about you." Nothing was coming out the way she wanted. "I uh… I just want to know more about you." That was essentially what people did when they made new friends and such, right? Got to know them better? There were a lot of questions swarming through her mind, some of which she was unsure about blurting out. Being socially awkward was truly suffering.

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Words:611
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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 794 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. ♫: Misery Business Mute was having a hard time convincing herself that she wasn't feeling attracted. Lacking self-esteem, she tried to keep things platonic between her and others because she didn't think she was able to do anyone justice when it came to that kind of relation. Moreover, pessimism that haunted her for much of her life berated her, telling her that in the end she would just be hurt. Over the course of her life, because of her upbringing, trust was a hard concept for her. People did bad things to her, and eventually she learned that kindness was interpreted as weakness for humans, who in turn liked to exploit that weakness for their own gain or comfort. So she seasoned herself and became virulent, and the abuse gradually diminished. People were monsters, so she thought, why not fight fire with fire? Why not become one herself and defend herself? ... But, Capsule seemed different. While she didn't know her, she was getting a good vibe from her. Her reactions seemed all natural, not that kind of prosthetic behaviour that Mute observed from people who generally had ulterior motives. Yeah. Her face was as red as Capsule's by the time those thoughts set in. The moment she let in thoughts of that nature, a whole bunch of thoughts and observations of that nature flowed in as though the psychological dam finally broke under the pressure. Her gaze descended to the albinistic enchanters lips, which were accentuated by the sheepish touch of her fingers. They look so soft... Having technically indulged in an indirect kiss, the topic of lips was pretty relevant so, it was hard to reform a buffer to keep thoughts like that out. Mute never directly kissed someone before, not in game nor in real life, she never even had someone to call her own – she shut herself in too much for that. If you care about her at all, you should spare her the trouble of dealing with someone like you. Shut up, what do you know? Well, maybe you're right... The brunette perked up like a deer in headlights the moment she was posed with the most frank question yet. In a way, she was thankful that Capsule asked that. The heretic lacked the mettle and her courage was subsiding by the moment, making it hard for her to express what she wanted to express. Basically, having been essentially put on spot, she had two options. She could wallow in her inner demons, keep beating herself up, tell her the truth but assert that the heretic was nothing but a bad idea, or she could be genuinely strong for once, muster up a small pang of courage and hope for the best. The latter went against the way she thought and made decisions, but well, trying new things was a rational thing in itself, right? That didn't mean the question didn't make her want to curl up and die, though. Which was a feeling the intensified tenfold the moment Capsule spoke again. Interested in her? The poor brunette couldn't even comprehend what about herself was likeable; she considered her level of romanticism to be zero and her social skills equal in ineptitude. A wild blush was spread across her face, as she slowly slumped into a seated position, back still pressed to the tree. ”... aye, I do like girls.” Her 'like' usually sounded more like a 'loch', but it was a bit more tame as she somehow was managing to calm down a little. It was strange, for someone to both have a vibe and charisma to them that made her feel nervous and sentimental, but at the same time had an aura that could pacify and comfort her. She fiddled with her fingers. ”But I've ne'er had a boyfriend or a girlfriend afair. I've been a shut-in fur much ay my life, I got absorbed intae th' games, and then I literally was, I guess. I dorn't think aam significant other material. I dorn't hae th' personality – ur the looks. Aam nae much ay a social butterfly. I think I look kin' ay plain. I aye thought it'd be selfish if I made someain pit up wi' me...” She focused, and she focused hard, doing her best to articulate her next set of words with as much eloquence, and subduing her accent as much as she could, so it wouldn't be misunderstood, for these words rung with greater importance. ”I would like to get to know ye better, tay...” Normally, it wasn't that hard to hide her accent, but it was when her face felt like it was thirty degrees hotter than usual. Even now, it could still be faintly heard. ”So... let's... get to know each other.” MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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Mute's reaction was one Capsule should have anticipated. She thought it was a very simple and reasonable question. Now that she suspected that the Heretic may be gay, the pieces of the puzzle were finally coming together. What if the reciprocated forehead touch was some bizarre form of flirting (as if she had any idea what constituted average flirting)? And the indirect kiss spoke for itself.

Capsule joined Mute on the ground. She did not feel comfortable looking down on the other girl, and sitting seemed like the obvious thing to do. This was the part where she tried her poorly trained hand at comfort, right? A hug seemed too intrusive, and hand holding was out. At a loss for words and not knowing what else to do, Capsule waited for Mute to speak.

And what a heart wrenching tale it was. Capsule had to turn her head away at one point. It was shocking how much Mute's life mirrored hers… the parts that Mute revealed, anyway. Video games and books were Meike's life, the means by which she could escape into another world and temporarily forget about all of her problems. Such a thing was sadly socially crippling, too. Here she was, sitting beside a person who shared traits she disliked about herself, but felt the need to comfort. And why?

Despite how off putting it was, Capsule gave into the urge to touch Mute. She couldn't reach the girl's back from this angle, but the shoulder worked just as well. It was one of the ways her mother gave comfort, with little rubs and soft pats of reassurance. "You shouldn't say such things, Mute. It's… it's not fair to you. And looks… Looks aren't everything. My eldest brother looks like he was smacked in the face with a shovel, but he's a good guy, and he has a wife. What I mean to say is…"

Capsule placed a hand over her heart. "Personality and honesty are more important in a relationship. Why would you want to date someone who is a total Mörderbraut -- a um, incredibly attractive woman who could kill you with her looks -- but is dishonest and treats you like rubbish?" She lowered her eyes. Bosco had sauntered over and was now sprawled out in her lap. "I'd rather have the nice, plain girl, who respects me, over that… if that makes sense."

It was easy for someone like Capsule to fall victim to an overbearing or abusive relationship. Her parent's relationship was not an ideal model, and a few of her brothers had adapted their father's views. Capsule was cowed and left with a low sense of self-worth. She was that insecure girl fathers advised their sons to practice on, and had a hard time standing up for herself. She was also least likely to take her own advice. It was all too easy to say what you would do in a situation, but action speaks louder than words.

Bosco gave a contented sigh as his mistress scratched him behind the ear.
"I'd like that very much. It can get very lonely, even in a video game…" The pup stretched his mouth open to emit a tiny yawn. "…I haven't been with anyone else, either, if that makes you feel any better. I'm afraid of being taken advantage of, so I try not to get too attached. They can't hurt you that way." For the first time in months, Capsule was actually having a conversation with someone that wasn't furry or ran around on all fours. Regardless of the discomfort, it was satisfying.

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Words:600
Tags:Mute

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[Mute]

he crawls like a worm from a bird CRAWLS LIKE A WORM, approximately 762 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " bird and the worm " by the used. out of his mind, the way pushes him whispering. must have been out of his mind. midday delusions of pushing this out of his head. make him out of his mind. ♫: Mattia Cupelli - My Thoughts Are Stars While she wouldn't go as far as to claim that it was the first time someone was nice to her, she could easily make the claim of it being the first time someone told her she shouldn't be self-depreciative. As anyone could plainly see, complacency was an entirely alien feeling to her. Some of her composure was gradually returning, albeit that did not cause the rosiness spread like butter across her cheeks to subside. It felt nice, to have someone defend her, even if she had a pang of inner turmoil regarding it because she wasn't sure if she deserved to be defended. The heretic class made quite a bit of sense for her to pick, for it resulted in the progressive transition into something that could hardly be considered human in exchange for power. And was that not what she did, became that scary, bitter girl in exchange for the power to defend herself? Heh. Somehow, in Capsule's company, she felt less like a monster and more like a normal girl. Her own crimson eyes glued their gaze to the enchanter, watching as she went on to explain her opinion on personality and its greater worth than looks. In the aftermath of the explanation, the brunette looked down, evidently a little ashamed. Mute felt bad because she was so accustomed to prejudice and feeling its wrath that sometimes she would just assume that everyone would feel the same way, that looks were everything and that was just how the world worked. ”It does make sense. Makes a lot ay sense.” Ultimately, she ended up fiddling a bit harder with her fingers. Capsule felt like the kind of person she could be herself around without worry of being judged. It was only then did Mute realize that they were touching, which very rapidly summoned her natural timidity once again. Spotting Bosco sprawled in Capsule's lap generated within her the compulsion to scratch the canine's ears or indulge in petting, but even at very low stages of corruption she wasn't sure if animals would take a liking to her at all. The thought was a little bit depressing seeing as she was an animal lover, but maybe if she didn't walk the same route as the other heretics it would be different. As things continued to unfold, however, she realized that it wasn't just the animals that she would be doing that for. Rather, she wanted to not become that for Capsule's sake, that was one of her conclusive thoughts as she let her doubts and inhibitors crumble. ”... Aye, 'at's how I thought, too. I never understood social rituals because it seemed that ultimately, in th' end, it just results in more pain for me. But I was dumb to think 'at every now and then 'ere wouldn't be a special diamond amongst the coal.” Looking to Capsule, she smiled a little wider to accentuate that she was referring to her as that special diamond. ”When I grew up, it's ironic, my greatest enemy became my parents. They had problems wi' each other, an' you could say 'at friction atween them sparked a fire 'at endangered me. I was docile and nice, so I didne have much natural defences of my own. It was like I became a medium for them tae vent their frustrations they had wi' each other, 'cause while they would fight back against one anither, they knew I wouldnae.” A dry laugh escaped her as her brow furrowed. ”I retreated intae my cave an' used games as my method ay escapism, became addicted tae them. Games taught me 'at you couldnae be weak. I started interpretin' kindness as weakness, cause there were sae many folk who would exploit you for bein' kind. Pigs 'at would feed off a ye at your expense. Bury their snouts in your chest and eat your heart. If humans were hogs 'at would try tae take advantage of me, I had to be th' lion 'at preys on th' boar. I guess I scared them awa' an' th' abuse stopped, but at what cost?” Mute turned to face Capsule a bit sheepishly. Her voice, soft as it ever was, probably would be humorous to envision assuming the qualities of a lion. After all of the grim revelations, why was the brunette smiling right then? It was revealed through her words. ”'at's why I'm happy to meet you. Yer existence made me rethink my bad considerations of folk. S-so, I'd like it a lot as well, I, I-I want to get attached to you...” MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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A special diamond amongst the coal.

Capsule's stomach contracted at those words. Mute did not need to smile for the implications to be passed onto the albino. 'She thinks I'm a diamond…' Her face felt very warm right now, and her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst free from her chest. Capsule had made a few good friends since being trapped in this game, but that was all they were to her -- friends and little more. There were two she may have been keen on, though one was little more than a girl crush. This was the first time someone else had shown interest, and in a non-predatory way. The worse part was that she was uncertain if she could wholeheartedly return Mute's affections.

She leaned her head against the tree trunk, eyes focused on a stray lock of hair on Mute's forehead. It was curled in the opposite direction of her bangs, probably from when Capsule touched her earlier. Despite whatever impression she gave, Capsule was listening raptly. Looking Mute in the eyes was simply out of the question for her right now. She realized she might have led the other girl on with her awkward phrasing and such. There was, however, something magnetizing about Mute that she could not shake off. It was drawing her in. Was it the similarities in their upbringing and behavior? Or was there something… more?

A bitter smile formed itself on her countenance. Parents were supposed to look out for and love their children, not terrorize them and tear down each other in front of them. From the sounds of it, Mute had no one to turn to, and was likely an only child. Capsule had her mother and her brothers. Her mother was kindhearted by nature, but also a doormat. And her brothers… the ones only a few years older than her were rough as boys tended to be, but the older ones generally had her best interests at heart, and sometimes allowed her to tag along when their father was in one of his bad moods. Other than that, she had other hobbies to occupy her time and thoughts, but not the point of addiction.

The one thing that set her and Mute apart was that Capsule did not see kindness as a sign of weakness. Capsule liked being helpful of her own accord, but did not go out of her way or stick her neck out for people she cared next to nothing about. Her guard was up most times around strangers or those who rubbed her the wrong way, but she could not deny a friend or proven ally aid if they needed it. It was fairly obvious when she played favorites.

Her eyes went from the stray hair when Mute's head turned, fixating on the girl's eyes. The sheepish smile and soft tone of voice made Capsule's heart pound harder when they made eye contact. Mute's words took that pounding heart and held it in captivity for two or three beats. She was left to gasp for air as her lungs also refused to function. The hand stroking Bosco went up to clasp her chest. Was this a heart attack or a panic attack? Or neither? 'Fear.'

The only thing preventing her from falling over and slipping into unconsciousness was her grip on Mute's shoulder. It was the anchor grounding her and stopping her from drowning. Capsule used it right now to pull herself close to the other girl, and wrapped her other arm around the brunette. Bosco gave an unhappy yelp at being forced to participate in the hug, and squirmed away before he could be pinned.

Her mind was a mess, and her body was operating on auto-pilot. Before she knew it, her face was buried in the crook of Mute's neck, and hot tears were streaming down her face. "N-no one has ever… s-said that to me before." Talking only made her cry harder. Unashamed and tired of holding it all in, Capsule held onto Mute and sobbed. How long has it been since she was able to cry this freely? What was it about this witch that made her feel so vulnerable, but safe? "Thank you..."

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Muse:砕月 ～ Nostalgia
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[Mute]

COULDN'T TAKE IT, COULDN'T STAND ANOTHER MINUTE. COULDN'T LIVE ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU IN IT. ALL OF THE JOY THAT I HAD KNOWN FOR ALL MY LIFE WAS STRIPPED AWAY FROM ME THE MINUTE THAT YOU DIED.

Mute always wondered whether or not her parents truly desired a child in the first place. There were times when she considered they may have done it because it was obligatory, or because they felt the need to have one child to maintain good public appearances. Winning the affections of those around them and hiding inner demons was a prominent characteristic of the materialistic. Or, her birth could have been inadvertent and undesired, which would explain her spurned existence and the lack of other additions to the family; after all, she was entirely devoid of siblings. Regardless of the reasoning, ultimately the distribution of her parents’ ire was exclusive to her. In fact, today was the first time she was able to openly talk to another person about her background. Usually keeping to herself, it was a rare occurrence. Capsule was the first person she could confide in and not feel like she would be exploited or demeaned because of it. While she could not explain it, she knew what she felt. The brunette detested situations like that, where she could not explain something through sophisticated reason and logic, and instead could only rely on intuition and feelings that were dormant for much of her life. The more she thought into it, the deeper she sank into the ambiguous quicksand that was her emotions. Capsule was the lone entity in her company preventing her from suffocating. This girl who prioritized what was on the inside in lieu on what was on the outside, someone not shallow, but deep as the farthest depths of the ocean. An albinistic enchanter who seemed to accept the plain girl whose only distinctive attribute were her keen red eyes. The tempo of Mute’s heartbeat increased until it pounded at her chest like a pneumatic drill. When those crimson hues met Capsule’s own, she wasn’t sure if she felt pacified or if her pulse was entering lethal levels of speed. Her blush persisted across her cheeks in the form of dusty rose. She felt like the epitome of duality; composed but not, comfortable but uncomfortable. It felt like her heart was trying to tell her something, her soul desperately trying to communicate with her and tell her that advancement in this situation could be the salve that washes away all the detriments and eases the both of them. It would require mettle and courage on her behalf; it would require her to assume a disposition so very forward and new for her. Right when she thought that she may be able to take that leap, things got even more complicated. The brunette looked completely stunned at the development. An arm wrapped around her, proximity increased until not even an inch separated their bodies, and the feeling of Capule burying her face against her neck. A sensation, hot and gradually intensifying, clued her in on the emergence of the fact Capsule was crying. Immediately, the heretic thought she did something wrong. Before panic could seize her, she heard the enchanter’s words, and was filled with some level of relief. Now her ability to wing a situation was really being tested ¬– an ability that never had to face any trial prior. For the first time in her life, she let her heart dictate her actions rather than her mind. She slipped an arm around Capsule, an alien desire flourishing within to comfort her and hold her close. Mute’s fingers, slender as they were deft, lightly wove their lithe and delicate form through Capsule’s pale locks. The hand ventured upwards, and brushed the tufts of hair bordering the enchanter’s face behind her ear. Somehow, she managed to regain some deal of composure, enough to return her dialect to its former subtlety. Though, her voice wavered, and evidence of a tear shed from her right eye. Not once in her life before had she ever cradled someone in the manner she was now. ”N-naw, I should be the one thanking you. Nobody said the things you said to me before, either…” She took in a generous gulp of air. ”… I don’t want you to ever be hurt. I’ll do my best to ward away all pain. No matter the cost – if by my life or death I can protect you, I will. So help me God.” Capsule - ♫: n/a - 717

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[Capsule]

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The reciprocation of the hug was well received. Being held was a rare experience for her, and depending on the person and the circumstances, a lovely one. Her mother was the biggest source of affection in her life, but even she had some reservations on physical contact. In turn, Capsule learned to cherish moments like these. This one was definitely ranked in her top three, and her favorite, if she had to be honest. There was something about Mute's touch that just felt right, even if she did not fully understand it.

Capsule slowly blinked away the tears clouding up her vision. She was far from calm, but at least she could breathe again. The heavy weight that was pressing into her chest had let up, and coherency would return soon enough, under Mute's ministrations. She gently squeezed the Heretic. Protect her…? "That's my line," she said in a weary voice, failing to convey whatever humor she had intended. It really was, though. Her class was built purely for support, and very difficult to solo as at low levels. Mute's was more suited for combat, and she was only level one. Rationally, that should mean that Capsule would be the protector…

'…or does she mean something else?'

Realization was driven home, like a stake through the heart. They had only just met, but Mute really liked her -- had to, to promise something like that. 'I think I like…' Her thoughts trailed off, too shy to continue. It was not just the desire to be mutually attached to someone, either. Even if she was another girl, she might like… The thoughts vanished into the ether as she buried her face further into Mute's neck. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

She withdrew her head from the cranny, now lightly damp with her tears. A few were still rolling down her cheeks, but Capsule did not bother with wiping them away. To do so would mean letting go of Mute, and she rather liked the feel of the girl in her arms. To break that connection right now was well… ludicrous. "Mute, I…" Her voice trailed off as she spied the remnants of a tear on Mute's right cheek. With her hands (literally) full, Capsule leaned in once more, this time to kiss the tear streak. There was a phrase for such a thing -- kissing away tears, pain, etc.

Her lips lingered a few seconds longer than they should have, and her beet red face reflected this. Oddly enough, she felt more confident than bashful. "I don't want to worry you, either. The last thing I want to be is a burden to you, or someone you feel obligated to protect. I want…" What did she want? "…I have no idea what I want, but this is nice." Her forehead came to rest against Mute's. If looked at via one angle, it was a very dangerous position for the both of them, though that required someone to take the initiative. 'What the hell am I even doing here?' Desperate measures…

Caution was thrown to the wind as Capsule angled the lower parts of her face to align with Mute's. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, fully closing once her lips found Mute's. One arm looped around the Heretic's shoulders, as if to act as a cushion for the tree trunk she was now pressed against. Capsule's face had long grown accustomed to the excessive amount of blushing today. The only warmth she truly felt came from Mute's lips. If someone had told her that her first kiss would be in a video game, and with another girl, no less, she might have laughed.

That could not be further from the truth right now.

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∝: 623
♫: Bruises
✏: Muah
@: Mute

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ash to ashes, dust to dust YOUR DECEPTION MY DISGUST, approximately 625 words in this post is for Capsule and SPECTATORS to read. the music inspiring decent muse is " skin to bone " by linkin park. right to left, left to right, night to day, and day to night. as the skylight fades to grey, i'll be watching far away, right to left and left to right. Once again, her face was laden with surprise when it became the recipient of a kiss – one not in a traditional sense, but in a protective one. Its aim was the saline trail that had paved its way south across Mute’s sun estranged countenance. Despite everything that was happening and all of the implications and feelings orbiting around them, gestures like these still shocked her as if she still believed that she was the most unlikely receiver of these affections. She never thought she could feel or act this way. It was as though Capsule saved her from a lifestyle she would eventually come to regret. It would be impossible to shake off some of the cynicism that swell like a cumbersome sore within her, but around Capsule, all of the good things seemed to be accentuated and easier to pick out. Where she usually felt nothing but abhorrence, anger, and greed, she felt unbridled love. When it came to Capsule, her egoism was replaced with altruism, and her lack of faith in people was replaced with hope. For one glance into those eyes like refined rubies that mirrored her own and she could see a clean face of humanity that was worth loving, even if it was only one person who shined bright, in contrast to Mute’s monochromatic palette. A burden to her? The statement alone perpetuated the look of surprise on her face, but this time it was as though she were baffled, unable to comprehend the concept that was just suggested to her. Her prior liberation of her mental inhibitors allowed her to vocalize her thoughts freely. It was the first time in her life her voice came out in such a saccharine, silken tone, as if she subconsciously siphoned inspiration from the handful of romance novels she happened to read in the past. ”I’d never consider you to be a burden to me. Ever.” Her heartbeat intensified until its sound reverberated in her ears like a bass drum, drowning out noises she could hear aside from herself and Capsule. To Mute, it was as though the universe enclosed about them and they were the only ones who existed. She found herself blessed by an eccentric composure that belied the heavy blush spread across her face. The feeling of Capsule’s forehead against her own caused her heart to skip a beat, causing her to wonder in the back of her mind how many heartbeats she lost at the actions of the girl in her arms. Courtesy of the length of their hair, dark auburn mingled with snowy tufts. Being held this close, and the palpable imminence of the sacred gesture, birthed a thought just moments before the delivery, she hoped deeply that she would be worthy of the diamond in her grasp. As she felt her lips claimed by Capsule’s, the brunette became reliant on instinct to reciprocate the kiss. While her eyes closed as she indulged in an intimate ritual she never did before, she lightly combed her fingers through the segment of the enchanter’s silken locks she had brushed previously. Further forfeiting herself to the feeling, she stroked her partner’s cheek. A fire was kindled within her that she couldn’t rationalize, but it burned away her caution and hesitance. She felt that giving herself over to Capsule, waiving her first kiss to her, that was rightest decision she made in her life. A desire to cherish this moment burned within. The attainment of the most precious thing in her life was overwhelming for her, the discovery of the euphoria involved in making a treasured person happy. And so continue to kiss her she would, even if she were to lose track of time and the sky turned grey without her notice. MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[Capsule]

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Who knew that kissing could feel so wonderful? Or that the tongue was a remarkably nimble organ? Capsule was always put off by the idea of "French kissing" and the swapping of saliva. Those were views only her brothers and mother knew of, and reassured her that she wouldn't mind so much when it was with someone she liked… or loved. Kissing with tongue was downright amazing, once she had eased into it. The tender touches from Mute only encouraged her, and once started, a stopping point seemed irrelevant. Capsule did not want this moment to end.

There were only two things that could stop her at this moment: the need for air (which was a temporary hindrance), and Bosco. Either out of annoyance for being ignored (who could resist a cute little pup?), or just plain old boredom, Bosco began firing off his high pitched barks. The benefit of being this close to Mute was that she could effectively ignore dog longer than usual -- that is, until he got impatient and head-butted her in the side. Little paws scrabbled indiscriminately at starter gear and better tailored garments.

Capsule, who was practically kneeling in Mute's lap at this point, pulled her head back with a soft gasp. The puppy uttered one final rude bark, before forcefully shoving himself into the small gap between Enchanter and Heretic. Small growls reverberated from the dog, though the tip of his tail was wagging in a friendly matter. He obviously was not too fond of Mute. 'Is this what lesbians call a "clitorference"?' As much as she hated to stop, it would probably be for the best.

Time had moved on without them, and her lips were chapped from so much exercise. One more couldn't hurt, though. The furry lump betwixt them was further ignored as Capsule leaned in for one last kiss. Although brief, it was gentler and with very little tongue play. Anymore, and they would be locked like this forever. …In hindsight, that did not seem like such a bad idea. 'I could get used to this.'

She had to force herself to pull her lips away from Mute's, though did not back out of the girl's lap. "…That was amazing." Capsule was short of breath and wild eyed, though her thoughts were clearer than they had ever been. She was alive, truly alive. All the other times were only false positives. Was this what it was like to "click" with another person? Or something deeper? 'Or, you know; hormones and chemicals in your brain.' That latter thought was pushed down and discarded. That was too simple an answer, and inaccurate to boot. There was more to their relationship than just that.

The Enchanter backed out of Mute's lap and sat down on the hard ground. With her rolled Bosco, who was relying on Capsule's side of the sandwich to keep him in place. The color in her cheeks was slowly receding as her body calmed down. One snagged Mute's, however, and gave it a gentle squeeze. With assertive and half lidded eyes, Capsule asked the only question on her mind. "Willst du meine Freundin sein? That is, do you want to be my girlfriend?" They may have already agreed on it, but Capsule could not resist formally asking Mute out. Girl or not, it simply felt right. Sexuality was a fluid thing, after all, and there was no reason to pigeon hole herself into the orientation that society chose for her.

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∝: 582
♫: Digital Love
✏: Ich hab’ dich lieb.
@: Mute

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