just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[transgenics]

[ no dude :C it's just a boring ass video tape ]

Yeah well, those better be the right security tapes, that's all I'm sayin'.

[moralambiguity]

Thought we might have a little chat 'bout you and your primordial mates.

[psychicwonder]

[ he stoops a bit to get in under her doorframe, and moves past her, bag slung over his shoulder. ]

Sorry I didn't call first.

[supersenator]

I suppose a social call is out of the question.

[sortabeautiful]

[ he smells her when he gets close, trying to cut out of her path. the last thing he ever expects is for her to follow him. he's fast, but somehow she's managing to practically keep up, and he starts to worry that she might be armed. the last thing he needs the pack to deal with is finding his bleeding ass out here. not that he won't heal, but it's embarrassing.

he finds himself running close to the cullen border line, however, and realizes that he's going to box himself in. he stops, hesitating there for a moment, glancing back at the way the girl is. ]

[mcthunderstick]

Watch who you're calling mortal, buddy boy.

This isn't about Stark. I could care less about the walking tin can, other than the fact that he's got a very fine booze selection.

this one is at least

[psychicwonder]

[ sam release the collar of the demon, who slumps to the ground, and he turns to face the vampire, blade in hand still.

the blood streaked down the woman's chest doesn't really do a lot to help sam's current obsessive line of thinking and he probably stares at it for a creepy moment, before yanking his gaze angrily up towards damon's. ]

Stay back.

[thorned]

[ well she probably smells different from drinking all that animal blood anywho. so let's go with sure. ]

I think I can handle myself.

[cerebromance]

[ he looks up at her from his seat, returning her warm smile with one of his own as he looks over her, briefly and politely. ]

Helen. It's wonderful to see you.

[galeforce]

[ his words are cause for concern, but she struggles to understand, gentling her grip. ]

Never knew until what? What happened here?

[wellpastsaving]

[ there's disorientation in her eyes, as they cast about and then land back on him. it's clear that she doesn't seem to know what brought her here, that the sole focus of her existence right now, the center she can spin around, is that her son is in front of her, and she knows who he is.

she takes one step in his direction. ]

My boy.

[ her tone switches to something like relief. gratitude. ]

[supersenator]

And open myself up to losing some of our strongest supporters, alienating international allies, and courting assassination attempts?

[broodmeister]

[ wow

that is not

the greeting he was hoping for.

his eyebrows knit together too X( ] No, I'm--

I am not brooding. [ god, s-so offended. he tries to rearrange his expression to be less brooding-like but that really only makes it more so. ] I'd heard you were--

[oldfashioned]

[ he's up to her room in a flash, arriving back downstairs to dump a bag in front of her. ] Pack only what you need. I don't know how long we'll be gone.

YOU CANT SUCK WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS.

[likedillinger]

We've faked every other legal document under the sun. You don't think we could work up a goddamn passport?

[superswank]

A little. [ she repeats it with mild judgment in her tone before she can stop herself, but she forces a smile that comes out cold. ] We'll each be wired, at least. A lot of times we end up having to adapt the plan out there.

[godoftableflips]

I am in mood for jests, Sif. [ his tone is as clouded as his expression, his hand curling into a fist, as he if wishes he could punch out the wall. or is about to try. ] Again, the All-Father refuses to let me leave this realm to prove my worth with the other warriors.

[likedillinger]

Didn't know a lot of girls actually went the stake route.

[fiercest]

[Her arms fold across her chest, the hint of defiance and boldness coming through. She did not mean to provoke him, but she still places herself on edge just in case.]

And you feel as though you are unworthy? What have you done to weaken our trust in you?

[msattentionspan]

Didn't know guys actually liked to watch, but I'll keep that in mind. [There is a definite smirk of something there.]

Besides, why pack heavy artillery when one good thrust is all I need?

[psychicwonder]

[ his eyebrow climbs halfway up his face, as he regards her with the winchester patented 'seriously?' expression ]

You and karaoke?

[sent_farfaraway]

[She shrugs up one shoulder, sitting up straighter and letting both of her palms find purchase on the center of the wooden seat, pitching her body forward a bit with a lean.]

You wanted different, something that isn't work? Why not go watch people more drunk than you sign horrible 80s songs they don't know the words to?

[oldfatwoman]

Oh, nonsense. [Then she will just jerk him up from his chair and hug him tightly, drawing back to hold him by the shoulders and smile at him. Basically the stereotype of the overenthusiastic aunt, because Genna's good at that.] That golden hand paralyzes your entire arm, does it?

[brotherfucker]

[She stops dead for the briefest of moments (he's the only one who can throw her off like that) but recovers, shutting the door tight behind herself.] Yes.

Don't you see? [She goes to him, then, smiling.] It will be as it was supposed to be, before. I'll be queen, and we'll be together.

[akhorishaan]

I am - [He stares into her eyes. The eyes of a dragon are perilous deep, they say...]

This is not the form which I was born in. My body is... changed perhaps. Destroyed, in part. [Ashes, bones, yep.] I cannot comprehend how or why... a gift of the Winds, perhaps.