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Character Trailer - "Ifa: Air Patrol"

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brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching

"Alright, little dudes, gather round — time for a tune."

“For real now?!” Cacucu stiffens with fear and can only watch as the emanator approaches, raising a claw finger to his belly and this was it! Eaten.

Ifa, my bro, your cookies was the best and your hat was so warm for naps.

Cacucu's little heart couldn't take it. He sways before his little wings give out and the little raptor faints midair, falling and falling. 

@ifadoc | dragon to dragon communication

What a strange creature . . . and he even talks. The poor thing looks terrified, but he's also intelligent enough to try and defuse the situation.

The Emanator's head tilts in curiosity, and he lifts a claw to poke gently at the strange thing.

❝ What are you? ❞

"what up, my dudes? the name's ifa; a vet from the flower-feather clan."

Treasure chest opened! Just kidding it's a mimicutie!

“Oh wow! No way bro!” Cacucu fluffs his feathers. Damn right he's a cutie!

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Details of a Muse

What does your muse usually smell like? Do they use colognes, body sprays or perfumes? Are they clean-smelling, or dirty?

Regardless of verse, Ifa smells clean-smelling, like soap and alcohol based disinfectants mostly. He’s always in clinic or by bedside of a patient, so it’s important to keep proper hygiene and prevent the spread of bacteria. However, he is a cowboy and has a gun to his thigh so he does have some faint hints of gunpowder on him, a scent one can only distinguish if they put their nose to his clothes or neck. If he were to smell like anything, it would be earthy tones and sundried scents, especially if he’s been grinding herbs for medicine.

What are your muse’s arms like? Do they have muscles or prominent veins, are they missing a limb?

Regardless of verse, Ifa has an athletic and toned built. He’s not Wriothesley or Mydei beef shape, but he has lived to carry his weight and defend himself. Without a gun, he can still fight and hold his own. A fighter in structure and circumstance, but a healer at heart. His arms and chest are well defined and toned, his jacket hiding his arms, but the shirt, those buttons are hanging on for dear life lmao.

No prominent veins, but has scars on his forearms, left eye, and back. In verses were he is a vet, animals can lash out when they’re scared or hurting. In his hsr verse, it’s darker and something I will talk about in greater detail, but the scars were from the IPC when he attended their boarding schools. An attempt to “educate the people” of Aeragan-Epharahel or rather indoctrinate.

Sesame is proceeding to make biscuits on his leggy, purring softly as he claims his new spot even if he's ruining his pants.

❝ Sure, little dude. Get all comfy. ❞ Ifa chuckles as Sesame joins him.

He's in the middle of tuning his guitar and Ifa plays a a few chords, smiling at Sesame as the cat continues making biscuits on his leg. The weather is nice and warm, the breeze gentle and cool. The perfect spot for a little jam session in the shade of a tree. 

❝ ~ ♫ ❞ 

I love his nightsoul so much guys 💀

Ifa isn't sure how he's come into this situation or knows who ( or what ) he's helping, but The Tlalocan veterinarian can't do nothing. Ifa removes his medical satchel from his belt and lays it out for the creature to see everything he's doing.

He reaches into the satchel for triage materials and Cacucu knows the drill, the saurian raptor hovers down and turns his back to Ifa, giving his colleague the chance to reach into little backbag for smaller medical items. Ifa is ready to begin his care and he perks up at hearing the guttural plea from the creature. He blinks with surprise before nodding his head. Of course.

❝ I'll help you, bud, no worries there. I'm gonna look at you now, okay? ❞

Ifa can see they are infected with abyssal corruption and likely … far from human. They have a tail, indigo claws, eyes like a sea of stars, and a devolved speech pattern. Ifa will have to try his best here. He's not even sure if they need a regular doctor, a vet, or The Traveler who can heal abyssal corruption. 

Somehow, Ifa can hear his ancestors cursing him ( with brooms in hands ) from beyond the Night Kingdom. He's healing abyssal creatures now? 

"Relax, bro. We got you, bro!" Cacucu squawks to reassure the creature and Ifa motions again for the raptor to stay back. He can't risk Cacucu catching any abyssal corruption. Ifa too can catch it himself, but that doesn't seem to concern him. 

❝ Almost done. You're doing good. ❞ Ifa explains as he finishes wrapping a bandage.

❝ But, you're going to need more help than this. Do you know where you are, or what happened to you? Who you are? ❞