Literate portrayal of Rose, weaving through the Street Fighter & greater Capcom universe | Selective. 21+ — MDNI.
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DOSSIER
This account is for intended for writing and will explore themes including violence, suggestive content, horror, fantasy, and action. As Rose is a canon character from the SF universe, preferred interactions will focus on other SF muses and FG characters.
unfamiliar rot. The beast’s dose seemed to unravel her, submerging innocence beneath the grotesque dominion of psycho power. “And this,” a succulent murmur, its ton laced with something no longer gentle, “is the demon’s fate—to serve the psycho power.”
Rosebud tiers stretched outward, contemplating the prophecy with meticulous care. Her luscious linen veil twisted into a canvas of curiosity, as saffron silk coiled around the demon, beckoning him closer. The benevolence once housed in her gaze had withered—replaced by an +
“You may call it that, fate, even. The one who deserves to strike me down will do so, someone focused only on being the strongest.”
He said looking up vaguely at the sky, his eyes drifting across the stars and looking back at her.
“A warrior’s death is what I truly crave+
“And who, then, will strike the demon down in turn? Be it retribution or karma?” Her words were not meant to pry, but drifted on curiosity—a desire to peel back each enigmatic layer, to understand what lay beneath, what made the man tick. +
tyrant’s ambitions. Ruling people has no meaning to me. But with the knowledge of the existence of a demon that seeks out the strongest for a fight to the death… It may put doubt in their minds, only the true threats will try anything and be inevitably smited by the demon…”
“I’m willing to offer you tutelage,” she said coolly, lilac lakes raking over the ashen demon.
In but a flicker of one’s lids, she reemerged, the intricate stitchings of her saffron scarf ghosting across the male’s exposed pauldrons.
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the Satsui no Hado and the Mu no Ken… He succumbed to my fist, but my interest in a power opposite to the Hado has always been present, and I believe your soul power can be that answer…”
Slender digits restored lavender strands to their rightful place, heeled steps steadying the maiden to her full height once more. The stars had not whispered of this outcome—yet in every defeat lay a lesson, and within it, a greater design.+
“You’ve fought well, [reader], my mercy has been earned.”
He said after knocking you down in a fight, he considers the fight over, his back turned to [reader], looking at them over the shoulder.
“However… Should we ever meet again, give in to the Hado or my piety will end.”
Sincerity warmed the mistress’s countenance—their commendation, truly admirable. At last, another who did not dismiss her as some ungodly witch, nor brand her a delusional heretic.
“Thank you. Should you wish to know what the future holds for you, my doors will remain open.”
Quote for @AnimaFiorente:
"People who can predict the future are so cool. It always fills me with excitement to break through and build my own fate. She is really nice though. Like with Saiou, I don't see evil or wickedness in her, hopefully she would like to duel one day"
Two fingers lifted, drawing attention to the sharp sweep of her winged liner. Beneath lowered lids, abyssal lilacs dimmed, as if receding inward—reaching beyond the visible, into something deeper, unseen.
“Hmph. Elusive, aren’t you?” Hushed praise poured into audio, the slight pinch between raised brows betraying a flicker of restrained irritation.
“We can go on like this, if you insist,” Vocals submerged with warning. “Though I suggest you choose to do so willingly.”+
Nina was not one to submit to any entity. Not anymore. And even if seer's words rang true, she did not want to go out in a whimper.
"You're going to have to make me submit and concede, lady."
She spoke coldly as she stood up proudly. She did not intend to fight, but it seemed as the seer was already decided on that.
but something more grounded. A simple business card, extended to him in aid.
“If ever you find yourself unmoored—your spirit unsettled, your mind burdened—I can offer my aid. Consider it… recompense.”
The demon’s transgressions would be deemed unforgivable by most—particularly those who cloak themselves in benevolence, who avert their gaze from the darkness born of suffering, cruelty, and the quiet erosion of the soul. +
Her offering of peace, he accepted it, crossing his arms, his energy quieting down and his body language speaking to it, he was relaxed.
"I am prepared for what fate may inflict me with, be it good or not. However, a more favorable outcome is preferred if the requisites+
regardless of my misjudgment, I do not see you as a monster.”
There was no condemnation behind her words, only softness.
“For my earlier conduct… I offer you my apology.”
From the flowing fuchsia of her sleeve, she produced a card—not arcana, not prophecy, +