A Medusa RP account from Soul Eater. Written by Midz (@RheaZenko), 21+ Also on Bluesky: vector-witch
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"Do you really want a monotonous world...
Where nothing ever changes?"
~ Medusa
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"Well then you'll have to dissociate more carefully then," she said calmly, finishing with wrapping the younger person's finger.
"There, that should be alright. Come back in a day or two so I can change the bandage."
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"Hm, what do you invent then?" she asked, finding a seat to lean back in, her arms crossing loosely. She did seem quite interested.
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" 'My Little Pony'?" she echoed. Not her first choice, of course but... well, whichever.
"Well, make sure to keep you head focused on your task, especially if you are working with sharp objects."
Medusa is good at pretending but when she doesn't bother, that's when the awkwardness comes out. She keeps her gaze away from her child, her expression neutral, closed off as she listens.
"Good," she nods, "Keep doing that then, it will be good for you."
"Different powers meet is strange ways, so I doubt you're rusty, I'm just...different," she smiled, for she was a witch from a world that had gone insane and death was never only the end.
She stepped forward, approaching him. He was quite tall and his silver hair reminded her
"It's alright if you don't, I never taught you how," she said, though that wasn't quite true.
She had taught Crona, taught them to stab when they didn't know what to do, a way to protect themselves, to fight off things that might hurt, might kill.
"I assume you were distracted then?" she asked as she worked, wrapping Marlowe's finger and using a bit of magic to make sure that bit of the finger would grow back alright.
She'd keep a small sample of the blood, just out of curiosity.
She takes Marlowe's hand, holding it firmly but gently as she prepares to clean the wound and bandage it.
"Well you cut it cleanly at least," she said, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. She doesn't even flinch in the slightest.
"This will sting, just be brave."
"Well don't cry, let me see," she said, holding out her hand for Marlowe's. She had medical training, after all.
"Everyone wonders why twisting my hair the other way led to the 'heroes' not recognizing me. Well, there is magic in hair twisting, so they only saw what I let them see."
"Some people... don't deserve to be parents," she said, and she was being a hypocrite here, but who cared? Right now she had a child that looked like her own crying in her arms and this time... this time...
"Come, Marlowe, come with me," she said, "We'll get something warm to
So not after Marlowe but had... abandoned her? Moved on? Well, if this woman was anything like Medusa she could understand the reasoning.
If the 'experiment' had been a failure, then you discard it and try another. Still, she never would never discard Crona, and Marlowe, who
