LuMun: I'm not dead, btw. I'm just on an incredibly low power mode, so-to-speak; my Social Battery is drained due to external factors, so my desire to write has been torched.

LuMun: Y'all mutha fuckers and your waifu'd slimes- You're all allowed to cuddle with Le'na.

LuMun: Y'know, I /might/ watch too much anime. 230 titles finished in one year? (Favorite show is incorrect; that's determined by how much you binged something, and I tricked it by marking every episode as watched so it'd stop recommending it. Whoops.)

“Hello.”

Me af

<.< Maybe- She won't get crumbs in the books.

Yawn~ She's awake.

LuMun: We love missing a work meeting because of health issues. Yay. Fml, Migraines suck ass, and they need to stop making me pass out.

...pooooke. “Are you alive...?”

“Mm. Time of day, yes.” Good is subjective; she's neutral.

“Mm. Wasn't simple. [Dnimelbeef].” And- Dispelled; and with no lingering penalties. What she used wasn't actually a spell (she doesn't know any), but rather an Utterance with a similar effect; Transcendent Message, Reverse. She assigned Feeblemind as the Utterance Alias.

“...Note to self; More careful speaking. Truespeech lacks tone. Mm...speaking difficult...world too fragile; malleable. It [bends] and [breaks] with ease.” Imagine how the lumberjack must've felt as every tree in the forest around the little book bent, before snapping and collapsing like the -

...casting Feeblemind to test that statement.

“...mm...I want company; [Friend, come here].” As if by compulsion, dear reader, you find yourself at the door of the coziest home possible; a warmth akin to safety emanating from the entrance.

Note: Don't expect much; she's not hyperactive or anything even close.

“[Wings.]” She'd point at her self, and a pair of raven-like wings would tear through the back of her gown. “[Fl-] Hm...[Soar]?” Her wings would lift her into the air, raising her to eye height. Fly was a word that has multiple meanings; those are dangerous, especially for others.

“...cute.” She assumes, anyways; people call children cute. “...hm. [Grow More].” Thankfully she pointed at the cake that now was crowing more cakes from it, otherwise there'd be a plethora of the Chao.

“...bird?”

C a t c h “Dragon-” Mm...that's an Ancient Crystal Dragon that just roared in the distance- “-cake.” ...and now that's not a Ancient Crystal Dragon in the distance-

“...?” She'd never get used to these 'greetings'; they made no sense to her. Alas, she'd copy what they did; wiggling her ears instead.

She'll try out being 'expressive' soon. She has a teacher (artist) coming tomorrow.

“...?” She's still waiting for clarification on whether he meant break. She seems unfazed by the sudden shrapnel bomb.

“...?” She doesn't get it. Crack doesn't have a Truespeech variant. The closest is...oh, no- Taci, don't-! “...[break]?” She didn't specify what, but nearby, a vase would explode into a shower of shrapnel.

“...” Taci, no- “...Crack-” Sigh...like an egg on the rim of a pan...

“...Bracken-” Oh, no Taci- Why'd you have to-

She simply looked at her cup, and spoke but one word, “...fill.”, to which her cup refilled as if the cup had never been drunk from to begin with. Then, she'd turn to the kettle, and repeat the action. “...better?”

She's trying to eat the replica on display. “...hard.”

Correction; they /may/ be out of Apple Pie before two minutes after opening.

She'd look over, take a biiiig sip, then pour another cup. “...ask? Why?”

“...mm, hungry again...”

Not one to comprehend the morality of stealing or breaking in, she'd do just that; climbing in through a nearby window and pouring herself a cup of that delicious coco.

She's trying to get a late night snack, but- You put the cookie jar on the counter- She's debating whether the energy it takes to levitate equates to the elation of sweets... ...it doesn't. Oh well, she'll just use a different Utterance, and materialize a warm, freshly-baked cookie in her hand.

Peeeeek- She smells chocolate, and senses a warm fire in the making.

Note: Don't expect much; she's not hyperactive or anything even close.

Thinking about names~ Tacitura Som Lonetha 'Goddess' Fatiga, Matron of Rest.

Don't be mistaken; she's not as tall as one might assume. Those that meet her are shocked when they find out she's only 3'9"

She's just staring at this...prophet...? Eh, not worth the energy to correct.

As always, she's eepy; if you want her attention, bring sweets, blankets, pillows, or anything else that can make her rest more enjoyable. #OCRP • #MVRP • #OpenRP

“Hey Lu, what do you do when you're dreadfully low on muse for current characters?” What else? I bring out my spirit animal and just embody eepiness.

This is what peak performance looks like. Are you afraid yet?

Hmm, it's four in the morning, and shops are only just opening up; the perfect time for a certain fosk to galavant through the streets and hit up every shop for daily produce. What do you mean it's four in the afternoon...? ...damn it, Masako; you overslept. “...blame yourself, Master.”

LuMun: I have a new Waifu to fawn over. If anyone uses Celina (The Lamia from Goodbye Dragon Life) as an FC, lemme at them- She's so adorable and clumsy.

Shnuggles. Shoggoth Snuggles.