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

[rumancek]

Right. So fill me in on how this works. Or not. Outcome's pretty much the same either way.

[easily]

[She nods.] I can help. I am one of the eldest, after all.

[visiongirl]

Breeding ground for demonic happenings. Especially vampires.

♥!

[specialdestiny]

[She smirks.] Sounds like I have some catching up to do.

[brotherfucker]

[She makes a soft sound of desire when he's finally kissing her, really kissing her. She still closes her eyes when they kiss, the last remnants of girlish naivete and thinking life is a song; the young girl should kiss with her eyes closed. Her arms come up around his neck, holding him close to her.]

[electrokinetic]

Since I was six.

[littleannieadderall]

Is everyone who works here so dedicated?

[angrycenter]

And why is that?

[idjits]

And here I was plannin' to just let 'em run off in the wild on their own. [ despite the cranky retort, he nods to john with a sincere enough goodbye ] Take care of yourself. For their sake.

C'mon boys.

[hallucinates]

Mmmm. And who else on board has your discerning stamp of approval?

[worstnightmare]

Because they're one of our most dangerous agents.

[agentspooky]

[ encouraged, mulder takes another step closer, the eagerness in his tone as he recites the facts betraying his apparent level of investment in the tale. ]

Birth records place this woman, Katerina Petrova, in Bulgaria in the late 15th century. Shipping manifests from the same period trace a woman with her name to England. Her entire family was killed back in Bulgaria within that same year, though the cause of their death was not recorded.

Almost four hundred years later, another young woman, going by the name Katherine Pierce moved to a town called Mystic Falls, right here in the United States.

[ He pauses, for effect and to continue trying to read so much as a facial tic off the man. ]

I think you know as well as I do what the connection was between these two women.

[purrfectheist]

[ she tries really really hard to ignore the pleased sensation in her stomach at his touch. it's all a little too sentimental to be comfortable, but she's allowed to be glad he isn't dead, isn't she?

for her own reasons, just as much as for his sake.

he'd been a good kisser, after all.

she lets out an amused hum, leaning a bit closer as her eyes rake his face, but then her gaze flits back up to his, and she cocks her head to one side, as she asks flatly: ]

You're not going to tell me how you pulled this off, are you?

[supersenator]

It was a hypothetical, Miss Frost. I'd rather not lose the edge you've given us.

[deathdealing]

It's possible you'll have to kill them.

[oldfashioned]

Tell him what, precisely?

[ he picks her bag back up, and places a hand on her arm gently. ]

We'll call him. And Carlisle and the others will monitor your house, make certain that --

[sortabeautiful]

[ he feels a little silly shaking his 'no' for some reason, as it feels a lot more unnatural in this form than wagging it up and down. so instead he takes a few slow, cautious steps forward, not rushing it lest she think he's hungry or something, and then nudges at her arm, trying to indicate the stake. ]

[superswank]

It's the least I can do.

[slay]

[ except the stake's in the back of her pants so it just looks like he's trying to be a crotch dog. buffy yelps and jumps away as he noses towards her butt. ] Hey! No! Bad. Bad dog.

[regenerate]

Do you realize what you're asking me to do? [ she can't help but cut him off. ] You want me to run away, to not bother talking to or even seeing my dad before I go. I won't. I can't.

I almost lost him once because of people who wanted to hurt me. You can't ask me to walk away without even saying goodbye. [ she deflates some, looking teary-eyed and whiny and very childish. ] Please. I just want to see him.

[ex_boning176]

[Elijah was impressed, which was sort of a feat in and of itself. Obviously this man knew more than he was letting on. Otherwise, he would never have made the connection between Katerina and Elijah at all.

For all that he'd been able to dig up, however, Elijah had to wonder whether or not Mulder was extremely calculating or extremely stupid reckless. To know of his nature, yet still approach him in such a manner...

Have a brief, bussiness-as-usual (though perhaps a touch genuine because he is at least a little impressed) smile.]

I'm sorry, I never caught your name.

[superswank]

[ wow, that was about as subtle as a hand grenade. ] I wouldn't get my hopes up, if I were you.

[psychicwonder]

Here I thought the whole country was one big breeding ground.

[psychicwonder]

I don't know what you think you saw, but you're wrong.

[oldfashioned]

If he knows what you're facing, he's going to want to come with, Claire. You know that's the kind of man he is. If you see him, can you really do it without dropping a hint about the kind of danger you're in?