* : A Selection Of Roleplay Ask Prompts To Serve As A Slightly Less Typical Basis For First Encounters

*  𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :   a selection of roleplay ask prompts to serve as a slightly less typical basis for first encounters between muses .  any of these prompts may be modified or added onto accordingly to suit, as some are more vague so as to not limit interaction.  

[ TRAPPED ] : both muses live / work in the same multi-storey building and get trapped in an elevator together

[ LAST ] : both muses are at a store, sender just bought the last of an item reciever wanted ( feel free to specify what item )

[ MIXED ] : in a restaurant or cafe, both muses’ orders are swapped due to a mix up

[ AISLE ] : both muses meet at a wedding of mutual acquaintances.

[ TEACH ] : sender has taken up a new hobby / sport and is assigned receiver as their instructor

[ TRAVEL ] :  both travelling solo, our muses end up sat next to each other on a long haul journey

[ DOUBLE BOOKED ] : due to an error, both muses are assigned the same room at a hotel

[ GAME ] : both muses meet at an arcade after an ongoing search to find out who has been beating the other’s high score

[ STUCK ] : sender gets their arm stuck in a vending machine and turns to receiver for help

[ WORK ] : both muses are tasked by their shared boss to work together for a project / mission, etc ( feel free to specify )

[ SET UP ] : both muses meet on a blind date after being set up by mutual acquaintances.

[ DATE ] : both muses keep encountering each other at the same locations while on unsuccessful dates with other people

[ TARGET ] : both muses meet while targeting the same person ( feel free to specify - could be a theft, investigation, murder, etc )

[ RUN ] : sender encounters receiver while escaping from pursuers

[ LOST ] : sender drunkenly stumbles into reciever’s property after losing their way

[ BATTLE ] :  both muses are forced to work together when caught up in a brawl

[ QUEUE ] : both muses meet while waiting in line somewhere ( feel free to specify )

*also throws a rat*

You shouldn't have done that.

The gentle caress made the ebony horse snort and nuzzle further into the now vibrant pink waves of hair, deciding that she liked the girl a lot. Karma's dormant heart twisted at the display, Villám was shy most of the times when meeting with new people, except if she felt something special about them that made her comfortable. What is she doing in hell?

The silent question surfaced again, she didn't act nor looked like deserving damnation. And how the bloody hell did she land in Wrath?

“Thank you.” a small smile at the compliment of her emerald eyed family

She's not going to take her to Pride. Innocence is lost or worse, sold in that place; not something she will allow to happen to this girl. The name caused a strange, strangled noise crawl from her throat, disbelief, utter surprise and confusion.

“WHAT in the FUCK-?”

The usually stoic woman started unblinking at a name she hasn't heard in a century and a half.

"Am I....not suppose to be here?" From Rovéna, surprise me with which verse lmao

What could she say to that?

“Probably not, sweet child.” how old even was she? And why would she end up in Hell, to top it off in the wrong ring. Was Karma supposed to lead this sunshine to the slaughterhouse they called Pride?

“What's your name little one?” her voice calm and melodic, trying to keep the twinge of melancholy out of it. No use in frightening her even more.

The bringer of surprise was Villám who after a short inspection of the girl, nickered and rested her head on the newcomer, as if she had known her for ages.

“And uh, she's my horse.” Karma added with slight disbelief at the displayed behavior from the always careful creature

In this bloodline we go all out.

"You're a bounty hunter, are you not?" From Stella lmao

The ebony horse came to a halt, the rider turning towards the...Goetia demon. That could range from high profile assassination to petty skirmish because someone overdressed her at a party.

“For the right person, I am.”

Acid green eyes seemed to glow in the almost supernatural, thick darkness.

“Please state your business ma'am.” the wraith on the emerald flame eyed horse spoke, calm and measured. Status never scared her, more like she couldn't be bothered by it. Still, basic respect was given to everyone until they proved to be deserving a bullet instead.

Rat runs up

*does a little funky dancy*

A long, prolonged stare of acid green eyes before her jaw unhinged at last, jutting fangs spitting the excess venom out.