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Me and you, love ;)

  • Name: Kaisa Roth
  • Gender: female
  • General Appearance: tall, dark-haired with golden highlights, green-grey eyes
  • Personality: cool-headed, smart-mouthed, and scarily insightful. Doesn’t open up to many people, but appears approachable and likable. Very grounded, and surprisingly controlled.
  • Special Talents: scary smart. Like, Tony Stark-level smart.
  • Who they like better: Victor. She’s daddy’s girl, really.
  • Who they take after more: … neither, actually. She seems to take after Summer’s father the most.
  • Personal Head canon: Neither parent can really figure out how they managed to produce a child who is so utterly unlike them both.

*SPLAT* you just got snowballed! So, WELCOME TO THE SNOWBALL FIGHT OF 2012!!!! Ok, here’s how it works. you say three to five random facts about yourself, then you go Anonymous and snowball your five favorite blogs. If you get snowballed again then you CANNOT snowball any blogs you snowballed before, except if you’re out of blogs to snowball. Have fun!

OMG. FAVOURITE BLOG EEEEE -muffles-

Lemme see.

1. I’m kinna old, actually. All you college kids are whippersnappers to me.

2. I go to a lot of conventions in the southeast

3. My favourite author is Jacqueline Carey, but her books are hard to roleplay.

Nothing, and then Anthony was there, looking irate and somewhat ruffled, with his jacket battered and the tips of his glove worn away so his fingertips were visible. He arched an eyebrow and observed, “Well, you look like a ray of sunshine,” and then threw something haphazardly wrapped in a dish towel at her. The charred, pewter medallion, suspended from a heavy chain, had certainly seen better days. “I believe you were looking for that.”

Fumblingly, she caught it, the medallion landing in her lap. “Thank you,” Summer said, surprised. “Are you … no, you’re not okay.” She pressed her lips together, then turned away to tuck the medallion in a safe place. “Anthony.” There was something strange about the way she accented it, something attention-getting. “I know what you are. I know what you do. I even understand, a little, why. But it doesn’t always have to be — hurtful.” A pause, and she looked him right in the eyes, earnest and sincere. “I owe you for this. A favor. Not my soul. You’ve done a good thing here. Maybe, do a good thing again, sometime.”

[For mun and muse] 1, 11, 39, 51, 65

1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

Mun & Muse, together: I don’t smoke!


11: Last three things you had to drink?

Mun: Coke, water, coke

Muse: lemonade, apple juice, orange soda

 
39: Do you get stressed out easily?

Mun & Muse: Stressed, yes. Stressed out? Not so much.


51: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

Mun: It’s beautiful, and terrifying, and stupidly complicated in ways it just should not be.

Muse: *sighs dreamily* Yeah …


65: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Mun: Almost always, yeah. *wanders off into a daydream*

Muse: Well … not really, not yet. (It really depends which ‘verse she’s in.)