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More First Meeting Starters

Send one for a scenario in which our Muses meet for the first time.

🛌 - Our Muses share a hospital room together, recovering from separate incidents. 🚎 - There’s only one seat available on this long commute, and it’s beside your/my Muse. 📺 - Our Muses are contestants on the same reality show and watch as the drama unfolds. 🚀 - Our Muses both stowaway on the same ship/spaceship and meet each other while hiding in the hangar. 💌 - Our Muses bump into each other trying to sneak an anonymous note/love letter into the same person’s locker! 🐶 - One Muse saves the other’s pet from being injured and returns it to them! 🎉 - Oops! One Muse spills food/drink on another at a party. 📙 - One Muse offers to be a tour guide to the other, who is a foreigner and struggling 📝 - One Muse has to draw the other for a class assignment. 💀 - One Muse is dead and the other is a reaper of some sort come to take their soul. 💒 - Our Muses are at a wedding without dates while everyone else at their table is paired up. ⚽ - Our Muses are at an intense sports game, seated close to one another…cheering for opposite teams.

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This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.

Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.

"Just another Rickless bastard in the eyes of the council. They don't care about the Mortys who's lives have been destroyed because they're Rick died. They just care about making sure they are the ultimate being, reaching their hands into every dimension they can." ((hE HAS FRECKLES. Sorry if the pic is bad quality, took me a while to draw but here it is. I know in my description of Morty he has a headband but my arm is hurting and I really wanted to post this.))

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Morty was haunted by his family, his father praised the fact Rick was gone and his mother was in a constant state of despair.  Even his sister, who hadn’t been as close to Rick as Morty was, had felt a similar feeling of abandonment that their mother felt.  Morty was haunted by the guilt of having Rick’s blood on his hands and the fact he had to keep it a secret from his family in case the stupid Council of Ricks found a Rick that needed a Morty replacement.  Morty was haunted by the fact that the only thing he left behind of himself was memories and a two word note that only read “I’m sorry” in shakily scrawled letters on paper that had been soaked in tears. The only thing he could find himself feeling was an emptiness in the pit of his stomach as he tried to fill the void he had created in himself.  He was constantly on the move, trying to go about adventures as Rick would, trying to rebel against everything in a way only his Rick could have taught him. But the problem was there is no more “his Rick” and he is the only one to blame for it.

So maybe it was irony that drove him forward, trying to live on in the shadow of the greatest man in the multiverse. At least that’s what he thought he was doing when he ran away from home, leaving behind his family like that great man once did himself.  That’s what he told himself as he floated on through empty space, lost among stars that looked the same no matter how far he traveled. Planets and space motels that used to give him thrills and excited his young heart now only made him feel hollow. He would often try and distract himself by playing with small gadgets Rick had made for him to practice using his powers on, but it only made him feel guilty.

He would often drive around recklessly, of course he was being taught how to drive the ship in case of emergencies and after a year of driving by himself he’d gotten in plenty of practice. However it made no difference to him whether he was careful with the ship or not. Maybe if he had been careful and paid attention to his surroundings he would have noticed something was off. He was being followed and when entering orbit on some planet he was shot at by the other ship.

He was disoriented from crashing into the planet’s surface, not sure which way was up or down as he laid on his side against the roof of the ship. He has a few cuts along his arms and on his face from the glass breaking but nothing too serious. When he sat up there was a rush of color in his vision but he knew he couldn’t sit still for too long if he was being followed. He grabbed a bag filled with a few important things and a change of clothes as he crawled out of the wrecked ship. He looked around, trying to assess his surroundings the best he could. He adjusted his headband before heading towards the edge of a forest he seen in the distance, if he was being followed it would be easier to hide there than in the open.

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About Telekinetic Morty (C-899)

Long post.

In his dimension it is common for people to have powers but not everyone can control them and often devices are made to help when their powers get overwhelming.

He didn’t show signs of his powers until he had started middle school, and at the time it was mostly harmless until things started hitting him in the face when he thought to hard. At one point he even injured his teacher while trying to focus in class on accident.

He has gotten used to objects flying at him so he had fairly decent reflexes. 

After the incident with the teacher he was marked as unstable and his doctor had a headband (like this) to help control, but not completely stop, his ability to use his power. 

When he got to high school and Frank Palicky started bullying him he accidentally found out his telekinetic abilities can “move people”. After some experimenting he figured it wasn’t him pushing people back specifically, just him pushing them away by moving their clothes.

When he tries to practice his control without his headband its when he’s home alone and he usually ends up with anywhere from a small headache to a killer migraine because he’s so used to only using a portion of his power.

His power without the headband isn’t too strong, the largest thing he is able to pick up is a small car and its only for a few moments before he starts to get a headache.

The furthest he can move an object is anywhere from a few inches to a few feet, depending on size, where the object is in relation to him, and whether or not the object is connected to someone or something else. 

His emotions also play a role in how much control he has, when he is feeling any extreme negative emotions he isn’t able to use his powers as easily or with as much accuracy as when he is feeling an extreme positive emotion.

Morty doesn’t trust himself to use his powers without his headband after he accidentally let his Rick get killed during an adventure where Rick made him take it off to help them by creating a large enough distraction. After that he was taken to the Citadel of Ricks to be marked as another “poor Rickless bastard”, before being sent home where he had to tell his family Rick left again.

He blames himself when Beth drinks too much or the house is too quiet. After his Rick died he started craving adventure, wanting a distraction from the way he caused his family to fall apart even more. 

He drops out of school because he can’t focus anymore, he has nightmares often and will wake up panicking. He eventually took Rick’s ship out and didn’t intend on going back.

This isn’t everything about my Morty just a little bit, if anything changes and/or needs added I’ll add it.

I'll get around to posting about my Morty but for now: - I'm using my pocket Morty dimension number (C-899) for any mentioning of dimension numbers - This is going to be a sfw RP blog as I am underage (even if only for a few months) - I do have a background outlined for my version of this Morty, I want to work out some more things before posting said background. - Literate Role playing please If I think of anything else I'll add it, questions just ask.