Update

((In order to keep activity going on Kratos’ blog - and because I’m always seeing memes and putting them in drafts because I’d like to use them later - I’ve started a meme queue.

Every day around 1:30am GMT, a new meme will be reblogged to this account until I stop seeing memes that pique my interest (which is not likely to happen any time soon).

But because that’s pretty late, sometimes I’ll be in bed around them, so I won’t get anything that’s sent to Kratos until the morning. Which is great for me because it’s a brilliant feeling to wake up mail in the in the inbox.

But if you give me a meme response, and I don’t get to it right away, that’ll be why. ^_^

You will have given me a really great surprise in the morning.))

"...I like Poochie!"
angelicmiko

angelicmiko:

ninthcompanion:

Give my muse a ridiculous nickname.

Poochie. Poochie Aurion. Poochie the mercenary. 

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"Chosen… I do not feel you understood the true question. You would dub me ‘Poochie’ if given the choice?"

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"Oh…? No good?"

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"Then what about Rover? Or maybe Ted?"

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"W-Wait…! I know! I Dasher…! You can be a Dasher if you really try hard enough!"

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"But I think I still like Poochie the best!"

He wasn’t sure exactly which part of her response was the most confusing. But his mind focused on the ‘Dasher’ part. He could be a Dasher if he really tried hard enough? What exactly did trying hard enough entail? Was he supposed to prove his running speed? Or grow ears and a tail?

If he humoured her, she might take that as consent - which it certainly wasn’t. But if he didn’t then… Well, he wanted to know.

"Try hard enough at what exactly?"

"...I like Poochie!"
angelicmiko

Give my muse a ridiculous nickname.

Poochie. Poochie Aurion. Poochie the mercenary. 

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"Chosen… I do not feel you understood the true question. You would dub me ‘Poochie’ if given the choice?"

Nicknames: Kratoast, Mr. Fluffy, and bird-nest. Though I have plenty more :D
intertwinedhope

Give my muse a ridiculous nickname.

((Well, he is both one with the trees and one with the food apparently.))

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"None of these are especially appropriate for the outside world…"

((But the last one is especially poignant ;p ))

[nickname] Mr. Blame your Plates.
snarkomancer

Give my muse a ridiculous nickname.

((PFFTT - All of the points to you, sir!))

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So that was where he went wrong.

I think my comment got eaten up yesterday but here I go: I enjoy Kratos' delivery of his words, his actions, the psychological thought without going too long winded to the point of naval gazing and the fact he walks the fine line of the disassociation and sentimental. Furthermore, you know sometimes just to be silly, flexible and not always take yourself so seriously which is always a plus. You're relaxed, you're skilled, and you're pretty much fun. tl;dr: great player, great muse.
squintyevileyes

((I think yesterday your comment fed the tumblr demon. ^.^;;

Thank you so much! To get feedback like this really, seriously makes my day.I swear I spend most of my time sending out rusty replies, so I’m really glad to hear you say that the Kratos tangents don’t go too overboard.

Wow, Toady. Coming from someone like you, that’s big praise :) Thank you so much!))

corrines-bells:

 

Sheena saw every muscle movement in the man’s face, every curve of the lips, every furrow of the brow —it was her job to be attentive, after all. Her words had hit him, just as she had intended, and there was a slight satisfaction in that knowledge that she had scratched at the surface of the impenetrable angel. She was not a malicious person by far, but if you happened to be on her bad side, she would certainly make it bad for you.

And Kratos’ name was at the top of the list.

Yet his logic had her huffing audibly. It was true that she knew of the events, yet she hadn’t quite managed to formulate a plan of action concerning them —and some extra muscle would always help. Her brows knotted together in a furrow as her arms folded tightly across her chest.

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"—…..Alright, fine. We’ll work together on this one, but if you so much as lay a finger out of place…" She didn’t finish her threat. She was certain that she didn’t need to, leaving the conclusion hanging vaguely in the air for him to mull over the possibilities. Sheena shifted her weight from one leg to the other, facing Kratos full-turned.

Unrest is putting it mildly. My scouts tell me that a contingent has been seen harassing the people of Palmacosta. If you’re coming with me, we’re setting out immediately.” She announced vaguely, employing a strictly need-to-know basis around the mercenary.

She had never sounded so formal in her life.

She did not make it difficult for him to tell that she was not best pleased with this turn of events. Yet he was glad to see that she reacted reasonably. At her open threat, he suppressed the urge to chuckle. A twitch at the corners of his lips was the only thing that could give him away. If she treated him with such caution, she would be less likely to be caught out by anybody acting as he did a second time.

He nodded, expression blank once more. ”Very well. I accept those terms.”  

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"Harassing hm? Not at the level of the Desians, I hope. I don’t suppose you are aware of the purpose of group, while we are on our way?"

{protectingintensifies/Asbel}"How old are you?"
glamfades

protectingintensifies:

ninthcompanion:

"I honestly do not know the exact figure. Or rather, I do not care to know and so make no effort to work it out."

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"The number of years I have lived exceeds four thousand but is not yet a quarter of the way to five thousand. Of that I am reasonably sure."

"Four…thousand?"

    He questioned the other man who sounded rather certain and tired of his age. His life. He doesn’t doubt him on his immortality, knowing of a few immortals himself.

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"I see… Do you mind if I ask more questions? I know a girl…immortal as you, sir. If you could help her… It’d be deeply appreciated."

"Indeed," Kratos confirmed. He would not have revealed it, were it not for his obligation to fulfill the curiosities, but now that he had, there was no attempting to deny or amend it. "Give or take a decade or so."

A slight frown shifted his eyebrows beneath his hair. “You may ask as many questions as you wish… However, I am not immortal. I may have stopped my biological clock, but I may continue to age at any time… and no person is invulnerable to attack. May I ask how your friend became so afflicted?”