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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-08-13 03:17 pm

serthica: war & peace


Clockwork Serthica’s arrival event stretches til around 3 September. You’re welcome to hit up this log or make your own entries. Characters not assigned to a region can still access it, as long as they’re discreet.

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WAR & PEACE




SUMMARY: The Merchant assigns the group to determine if the dead lurk within Serthica’s adversarial halves. Eidris and Minaras hold a summit to normalise trade within Serthica’s elusive Neutral Zone — while a resistance movements attempts to capture Minaras lead figure Arabella. In Eidris, locals must calm a maddened dragon and her cohort and retrieve her hatching eggs. Minaras hosts its eerie civic indoctrination that seeks to extirpate physical and moral decay.


FAIR FORTUNE | SWITZERLAND | EIDRIS: THERE BE DRAGONS | MINARAS: EYES ON YOU




FAIR FORTUNE

The party at sea is smuggled into Serthica with help from false passport papers secured by their Mouse House companions. The two groups meet at Serthica’s port customs, in time for the Merchant’s private transmission:

Good afternoon. I salute and thank the efforts of our recent additions. You performed exceptionally.

You will hear Serthica is sundered by war, sickness and irreconcilable differences. In truth, she is likely divided by the interests of those who weaponise fear and manipulate opportunity.

In Eidris, they claim Minaraians are not human. In Minaras, they speak the same of Eidris. Disgust, dismay and paranoia have created a… system of profound physical avoidance. If this is mere fearmongering, it is distasteful, but inconsequential. However… if one of the citadel’s halves has succumbed to the dead, who now know to feign they yet live… this marks a dire escalation. You must study this.

Your transportation beacon sleeps in the holy grounds of Vassarizhia. It will light within months, when the Heart’s clock quiets for its annual winding. You may visit the grounds during the upcoming trade summit.

While in Serthica, your only objectives are to survive until the beacon’s eye opens, and to discover the dead present. I pray but question you will prevail.





SWITZERLAND

After a lengthy inspection of their passport papers, the party is steered towards the Sanctuary of Serthica’s Neutral Zonea vast institute near Serthica’s great clock tower. Here, representatives of Eidris and Minaras assemble at midday for peaceful negotiations to improve distant trade relations.

■ The Merchant recommends mingling to broaden your investigation into Serthica’s dead. Even Minaras leading figurehead Arabella will attend.

■ For peace-keeping, entrants to the Sanctuary must surrender their weapons or allow them to be sealed, if they want to carry them in. Weapons are released on departure. Physical enhancements that characters cannot remove (ex: vampire fangs) are excepted.

■ Those who are unwilling to give up or seal their weapons can head on to Eidris and Minaras.

■ Summit attendants receive badges reflecting their Serthica identities, or can divert the greeting droid and liberate the insignia of a delayed delegation. Higher-ranking badges earns you more lenient treatment and higher security clearance.

Eidris attendants receive golden armbands or scarves, those of Minaras dark blue.

■ In bustling halls, officials negotiate grain exchanges, new train railways, the currency exchange rate and the saddening conditions of Mouse House exiles. Alas, if only someone (not them) could help.

■ Those drafted into the talks are toasted with a green, mint-like potion — an unadvertised truth serum intended to keep negotiations honest. The potion’s effects last two to four hours, compelling truth but not speech. But do talk: candour wins answers.

■ Artisans display their finest novelty items in the main reception hall. Aggressively enthusiastic traders seek testers and investors for their wares — potent opiates, goggles that show you the world in 10 years’ time, even detailed plans for luxury teahouses offering droid companionship. Extricate yourself with as much coin and dignity as possible.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
■ The great clock of the Neutral Zone strikes 18:00, triggering a light three-minute earthquake and the rise of nocturnal Minaras.

■ The Sanctuary loses all electric power. As servants rush for candles, you might notice some native summit delegates behave peculiarly: their eyes look glassy, faces trapped in an expression of comical, exaggerated dismay. Many are frozen in tense positions. Others move in sluggish, uncoordinated and jerky spasms. One might catch your wrist and attempt to speak in staggered, guttural croaks.

■ Lights return once the earthquake finishes. Locals resume regularly and do not seem to have noticed any erratic behaviour.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
CONTENT WARNING: TERROR ATTACK

■ Starting her speech, Arabella of Minaras calls a tribute for those lost to the great Culling sickness that struck Serthica mere years before. The vigil is interrupted by a fusillade of rifle shots fired from outside, through the Sanctuary’s wall-long windows.

■ The bullets exclusively target Minaras delegates and do not contain gunpowder, but a thickened, pale liquid. Once shot, those wounded experience a hysterical, incontrollable terror and the certainty that their greatest fear is hunting them. Many of the shot delegates develop an instant flight response and seek to claw their way out of the Sanctuary, with no care for whom they trample in their path. This terror lasts 30-60 minutes. Please content warn if you graphically describe your character’s greatest fear.

■ As rifle gunshots die down, a voice from outside introduces the Remembrance coalition, pledging safety if the summit surrenders Arabella.

■ The Sanctuary activates emergency measures: protective magical wards start to slowly reinforce, while attendants risk their lives to return characters’ weapons.

■ You could team up and help Arabella’s few remaining guards to escort her to safety in Minaras. Drop a line if you take this route.

■ Outside, you find the Sanctuary’s grounds have been drenched in a thick fog that barely allows you to see steps ahead. Your senses dull, and you are gradually prone to sleep — while masked men close in with rifles and vicious droid hunting hounds.

■ Help Sanctuary guards take out the assailants — and submit your character for a RNG draw to interrogate a lone captive.

■ Characters who later investigate the Sanctuary can find some of its windows have been very carefully pricked, fissured or even minutely holed, easing the way for attack.


Crawl back to your home base in Eidris or Minaras — you need the beauty sleep.



EIDRIS | THERE BE DRAGONS

Eidris’s relaxed atmosphere might balm your rattled nerves after the Sanctuary’s disasters. Startled citizens gather to offer you help settling in, while dragons seek you out to curl up and nuzzle.

Eidris is governed by natural order and harmony, achieved through firm etiquette, consideration and reminders to slow down. You can hole up in a room in one of the many abandoned and repurposed villas, or group up to take a whole house. Local technology is a blend of mechanical gears and magic that substitutes fuels. Sorcerers are frequent, boastful and admired.

Dig deeper, and you’ll find the people of Eidris are unwilling to linger on negative experiences and gradually lose memory of them. If queried, many natives have normalised intermittent amnesia, with some using their link to their dragons to stay anchored in the present.

■ Acclimate to your roles in Eidris and enjoy the sweet welcome of neighbourly gifted meals and knitwear and a personal, signed letter of support from king Thivar.

Eidris prepares for the rare hatching of dragon eggs, lain by the beautiful fire-breathing Aiva — one of the fewer martial dragons used by Eidris’ military. Two weeks into your stay (around 25 August, forward date at will), word spreads that Aiva’s mate has been deeply injured by a Minaras scouting ship during the 6:00-7:00 overlap period when the two citadel halves are both overground.

■ A panicked, distrustful Aiva collects her silver-shelled eggs from the formal nest quarters, hiding them on the rooftops or in the balconies of tall, dangerous buildings. Several other martial dragons assist Aiva by guarding these hideaways until the young dragons can hatch.

Eidris calls back most transport dragons to avoid altercation with their fire-breathing, paranoid brethren. This might strand some riders on the nearest decrepit rooftop, while testy dragons fly by. They don’t initiate attack, but are more prone to warning tail sweeps or light charring, if you come close.

■ Dragon lord Cain d’Ubiq urges riders that can reconnect with their dragons to help retrieve the 1m, 50-kg eggs and deliver them back to the dragon grounds nest before they hatch by sundown — terrorising the baby dragons that wake alone and ripping into local architecture. Other riders are needed to spread a trail of deep incense smoke in the air that can soothe dragons from their outburst. Lend a hand!

■ Characters who enlisted for dragon riding on arrival could be middling riders by this point.

Aiva’s children hatch moments before the clock ticks 18:00 and Minaras also surges overground. Characters linked to a dragon feel the birth: first as an overwhelming exuberance, then as an all-consuming and irrational dread that briefly reduces them to inexplicable tears.




MINARAS | EYES ON YOU

A sharp departure from Eidris’ laissez-faire is watchful Minaras, where citizens obsess with schedules, orderliness and time — as if every second is both borrowed and wasted.

Newcomers can choose between one-person 2.5x2.5m ‘sleep units’ in packed industrial homes, or pool funds to rent small refurbished alcoves that once served as hospital or science halls. Space is a luxury, silence a myth: helper droids constantly fuss after their masters, steam engines cough outside, and the gentle thrum on the streets betrays the current-shifting omnipresence of large Watch ships.

Civic sound systems periodically bleat reminders for citizens to STAY HALE, STAY WHOLE, alongside tips for basic droid care, the latest in scientific discoveries, paid ads and reminders not to park your robotic carriage near hydrants.

■ Quickly learn the ropes of your assumed identity, as Minaraians have a duty to report peculiar behaviours.

■ Watch ships prevent lawbreaking while Minaras is overground. Crime rates spike rapidly when Minaras falls underground.

■ More than violence, Minaraians appear to fear their pocket watch times being wrong, filth and sickness. The smallest cough earns a stern glance and a wide berth.

■ As part of Minaras’ periodic social indoctrination, you are robotically escorted alongside your peers and other unrelated Minaraians to a civic integration centre. Here, you take turns before a mechanical droid sphinx labelled ASCLEPIOS that asks, ”What rots you? and compels an honest answer (this can be emotional, mental or physical sickness, minor or severe).

■ A painless tattoo appears on the back of your hand, listing your Decay (ex: ‘malnourishment,’ ‘a choleric temper’). Others in the indoctrination centre must help you mend through acts of care (ex: cooking you a meal, helping you meditate). The tattoo fades after 72 hours, or once sufficient acts of care have ‘cured’ you.

■ After one week (around 20 August, but feel free to forward date), a transmission from Arabella informs watch, aerial, military and health units that Minaras is changing the daily schedule of its scout ships. The last scouts will now be deployed at 4:15am and return to base by 5:00am.



QUESTIONS

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[personal profile] rumorate 2022-10-02 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"He gives the impression of being angry with us often," she shrugs. "So I would go with no, and that we irritate him quite a bit." But maybe the irritation is a ruse, to get them to do what he actually wants them to do.

Hard to say for sure.

"But I'm sure we'll figure this out eventually. If he doesn't get us home, I'm sure we'll find a way."
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-10-02 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Will you?" Five gives her a skeptical look. Is she finally willing to use her powers to avoid some of the danger here? After they used magic to compel them to talk, it should be fair game.

"Everything isn't fine." They're in a bad position, and after getting shot, he's going to have to watch his back even more than usual around here. "We're being monitored at all times, and I doubt whatever they do to control their citizens stops at tattoos. Be careful what you involve yourself in, we don't have many people we can trust."
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-10-02 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Lotus wine," she repeats the words, turning the concept over in her mind and trying to imagine what the flavor must be. It's not enough to distract her and stop her from wrinkling her nose when flicks his hand and sends a shower of dragon spit away from them in a gross-looking arc, but the dragon barrel past him certain is.

Fei shifts her attention to Herman the III briefly, cocking her head in the direction Lethe had gone as she regards the beast with restrained but still blatantly present fondness. "Go."

The dragon doesn't need to be told twice and breezes past, moving with its slithery, short-legged gate, like a salamander rather than a dragon.

"Little Oxen and Big Mouth," she offers, falling into step behind the dragons as she ambles towards the stables beside Wei Wuxian. "Stick your hand in a water bucket, maybe the cold water will shock you into speaking plainly before I get drunk and can't keep up anymore."
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[personal profile] soloritur 2022-10-02 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he's doing a lot to make Marcos feel less ridiculous for getting attached to the dragons. Maybe he misses having a dog around, but it was still a little too easy to adjust to having them hanging around. ]

I named him Cielo. [ There are some quirks to dragons that they've had to get used to, but it's treated so normal here that it's easy to forget how strange it is. ]

I don't mean to say all telepaths are trouble, it was really just the one. Or... three, actually. [ Clones, you know it is. ] As long as they have good intentions, I've got nothing to hold against them. So far this one hasn't caused any trouble.

[ He's curious though. Nobody has come to him outright as being a mutant, but there's several people who just seem to use different terms. ]

Is your first officer here?
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-10-02 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's smile softens, and he chuckles a bit, just as his hand gently makes contact with the dragon's skin, resting just above his eyes. ]

Sky. That's a nice name. I like it.

[ And after three bad experiences, he's not surprised if Marcos doesn't trust telepaths much. ]

Ah... complicated question. He is, but it's— a different version of him. From another universe.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-10-02 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You're an actress?

[ He looks pleasantly surprised, dipping his head appreciatively. ]

I've never met an actor before, that's exciting. So which one? Movies, theater, television...?
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-10-02 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I... do not dislike it.

[ Spock doesn't know why the accusation hits him so hard, but it leaves him feeling off-balance all of a sudden.

It's true that he doesn't feel entirely at home on Vulcan. He is always a little too human for most Vulcans, including his own father. Yet among humans, many believe him cold and unfeeling compared to their warmth and emotionality. Una and Captain Pike have never held that against him and Jim is truly one of the first humans to recognize that he has feelings under his cooler and more stiff exterior. He feels... welcome with them, even if he still feels like an outsider in many ways.
]
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-10-02 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrathion inclines his head in acceptance. Anduin does his best, and so does he. Neither of them always have enough information, but still they strive to try and find the best outcome.

Still, he drops his eyes to the plate -- tilts his head.

"You are not hungry?"

He's breaking his food apart, really, rather than eating it. Perhaps it is not to his taste? It is hardly a gourmet meal, but it was what they had.
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-02 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He clucks his tongue, fully amused. There's two troughs of water outside the stables, and he aims toward one as the dragons make to where they'd be divested of riding apparatus and allowed to cavort free of their bonds in what manners so please them.

"Poetry is an artform," he says, "Which isn't to say it's a brush that suits every hand."

Splish, his hand plunges into the shorter trough, Wei Wuxian making quick work of scrubbing himself off. He's shaking off water droplets and heading toward where Lethe is waiting, not so patiently, pointedly offering the side where the saddle lashes tight first.

"You're good company. You remind me of my husband," he says, flashing her a smile as he wipes his hand dry on his undershirt, so he can better work on Lethe's saddle cinches and ties. "Capable, direct, a fighter. Only you're more chatty than he is."
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-10-03 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Anduin is confused for a moment by Wrathion's question, before he registers the food before him that he has been slowly picking apart with his hands rather than actually consuming. A somewhat embarrassed flush colors his cheeks and he immediately sets about doing what he can to re-assemble what is left of the mess.

"I, ah. Am distracted."

He hazards the flash of a smile across the table at Wrathion, before taking a bite of his food again at last. See? He is eating! He can eat. He is not not hungry. It's just that his attention has been rather elsewhere. With one particular handsome dragon, at that.

"You tend to have that effect on me. Try not to let it get to your head."
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-10-03 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
( Inevitably, Emilia's thoughts turn to the Horn of Hades: the wings of her husband-to-be, cursed into horned amulets she and Vittoria wore all of their lives. Red's description of Cerberus fits Wrath's vicious, three-headed hounds. The parallels are not lost on her, in spite of the key differences that remain.

For one, it is the witches that primarily guard the gates. Nonna Maria never told her that. Didn't tell her a lot of things, and the more Emilia turns it over in her head, the more her gut twists with apprehension for a truth that is still out of reach, but less hazy.

I don't know what I am either, she thinks but does not say, too intent on listening.
)

I may live a thousand years and will never understand such beings.

( In her world's case, their demonic rules, as well. )

Is this your first time in a mortal realm?
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-10-03 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
( ... Well.

If she had given her memories to a warlock who then fed them to a demon, Emilia would not remember it. So now she has a new theory to be paranoid over. Note to self: ask Samael if memory demons are a thing in their world. After meeting the umbra demons, there's not much that would surprise her.

Finding themselves now in the comfort and safety of her (warded) temporary abode, she allows herself to really look at Magnus. In spite of all the things she has made herself become in the pursuit of her justice and her answers, that damnable hope bleeds through, even with his caveat it may yield them nothing.
)

What would you try to do, exactly? Will it hurt you?

( She would not want that, would not want the curse to lash out at him. But she does take a step forward, curious. )
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-10-03 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
The mention of poetry almost causes Fei to mention her own husband, and when Wei Wuxian beats her to the punch he actually gets a chuckle out of her, before she gives him a single, thoughtful nod. "Your husband has a talent for resembling others. Master Wei is fortunate he did not wed a man from this world, he would certainly have found himself bound to an actual shapeshifter."

She's not good at making jokes, and her delivery hinges on gruff, but liquor, and the speed she usually drinks it with, loosen her up enough to try.

"You speak like my husband, but your husband looks like my husband." Again she snorts a soft laugh, holding the flask out once his hand is dried off. "We should find more wine," are the two statements related? Who knows.

"When your husband can stay on his feet, he fights well." She's going to hold the way he tripped her up against him forever, sorry.
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-10-03 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
( He chuckles, shaking his head. )

Cutting blade, yes. I suspect yours might be a touch faster, when normally wielded.

( By that he means, when a normal human wields, compared to someone like himself, who has enhanced reflexes and thus the speed and strength boosts that make it more important the blade he uses can keep up with him safely.

He accepts his blade back, sheathing it with the ease of long practise and familiarity.
)

Anytime, love. Though I admit I've never heard someone praise me for my blade's luck.

( Not as a keeper, outside of smiths appraising him of how he hasn't managed to compromise its integrity beyond saving. Impressive for any blade that's cut through bone and gristle regularly enough. )
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-10-03 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs, regardless. The attempt of a joke is more than enough when he's feeling laid back as it is, and even when he's not: he's a man who enjoys humour. Partly to cope, partly as a mediation device, but all for the sake also of not being forgotten, left behind.

"I excused myself from the fox weddings, thankfully." Not that any of those ended well; not that he didn't do what he could to separate a woman's spirit from its fox, and was blindfolded the whole time, to not have to see the fox's form and break himself in hysterics.

Tugging off the saddle once the straps are undone, he hefts it over his shoulder, grunting as he walks past.

"More wine, that I can do. Besides, our husbands look so similar, they had to balance differently in temperament. They'd be too powerful otherwise!"

There's no response right away over Wangji's fighting skills, Wei Wuxian kicking open the door to where he hangs Lethe's saddle. "He's pretty useful even off his feet," he calls back, struggling to hang the saddle properly. He gets it after a moment, stamping his feet as he heads back out, Lethe already there with a head presented and ready for the reign system to be removed. "Though he does better when he has free movement. When'd he trip up around you?"

Another pause.

"Were you sounding intimate to him? Did he freak out?" Now his eyes are practically sparkling with curiosity. Lethe doesn't care for the distraction, butting against his chest, and he huffs out the air he'd breathed in, patting the dragon's nose and returning to the task at hand.
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[personal profile] fushichou 2022-10-03 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe you'll see it one day. This world seems to want to kill us pretty often.

[What with the whole being summoned here as some sort of sacrifice for undead lords or whatever the hell is going on. Kanesada says no thanks! He'll stab, punch, claw, bite his way forward before he lets that happen!

That's definitely an upside to having a human body. More appendages for self-defense and violence.]


Well, think about it. Swords are tools, of course, and they're meant to be used as such, but there's a difference when it comes to people who just use them and people who actually take care of them to ensure they get the most out of their weapon.

[He readjusts the blue mantle folded over his arm.]

Like, back where I'm from, if something exists for long enough, it can gain its own sentience or spirit or whatever you want to call it. So, I think if that were to ever happen with your sword, it would definitely have an affinity for you, as opposed to if you just used it until it no longer served your purposes. See? It's lucky to have you.
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-10-03 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( Cue the slow, gentle, continual lift of his brows as he keeps talking. )

Mercenaries make themselves to be hire-able tools. If we didn't tend to what makes our trade possible, we'd be selling our lives for cheaper than air. Any fool who looks down upon what he wields deserves the fate that finds him.

( No comment on his sword ending up possessed and stalking him. Which isn't what this man said, but it's definitely how Licyn takes it, given his complicated and unhappy history with magic and magical constructs in particular. )
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-10-03 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It wasn't meant as an accusation. The mere fact that Spock takes it that way speaks for itself.

The silence is clear when it settles, particularly when Jim is sort of expecting Spock to add more to that, until it's obvious that he's not going to. He looks over to find him looking even more thoughtful than usual, and he leans just enough to lightly nudge against his shoulder. ]


Penny for your thoughts?
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[personal profile] fushichou 2022-10-03 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kanesada has said nothing wrong or suspicious and he will not apologize for being the bearer of truth!

But he sighs. Maybe that concept isn't as cut and dry for humans like it is for tsukumogami such as himself. Which makes sense. They don't usually think about things like this.]


Yeah, yeah, 'course. You're not wrong.
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-10-03 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I know.

( Quirked lips, and then he nods his head to the other man. )

Now, shall we make our separate ways, and embed ourselves in our roles in this split citadel?
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[personal profile] inferus 2022-10-04 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wrath nods slowly in response to the comment.

His brothers need him to undo the curse. They have all lost because of it, and Hell itself hangs waiting for Wrath to solve it, to break the curse placed upon him- upon all of them.

"There was less time. In that way, it was worse. However, there were some advancements made toward solving the curse - more than had been made since it was put in place."

But there is a long way to go still. Even if Emilia does accept the marriage bond, accept and want him as he is (the devil himself), there will be more required to break the curse. Without that, he can never give himself to her fully, never hand over his heart, never tell her how he truly feels.
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[personal profile] snowcleave 2022-10-04 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Intimate?" Her nose wrinkles disdainfully at the suggestion as she shakes her head. Fei doesn't even like sounding intimate with her own husband, much less a man that was someone else's problem.

"The fool tripped on his own fancy robes while we were being fired on," she continues, going through the motions of removing Herman the III's saddle, and freeing him of the reigns around his precious little snoot that she in no way would like to boop if no one was looking.

Herman is relieved they are not alone.

"Off with you," Fei turns after hanging up the reigns, sending her dragon noodling towards were a few other dragons are already eating with a gentle pat to its side.

"And so? Are you like my husband as well? All talk, and no fight?"
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[personal profile] rumorate 2022-10-04 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Rude! She has used her powers to avoid plenty of dangers. Just not the ones Five approved of. Also, the volcano was messing with them for a while. She's not been reluctant, she's just been judicious. But that's not the point.

"I've lived under a microscope before, Five. I can handle it."
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[personal profile] rumorate 2022-10-04 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Mostly film. I tried to do a variety, but it's all in what they'll cast you in.

[Not that she wasn't able to push her luck in certain instances, but even her abilities have limits.]

Most of them did pretty well.
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[personal profile] growlies 2022-10-04 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
( Red smirks in quiet commiseration at that, because not many people understand what it's like to be around beings like that. But she also smirks because the individual that she reminds her of is one of those beings too technically. Still pissed Hades could just trap her under the school. )

Yeah, always just made my head hurt to try.

( And she thinks Hades didn't anticipate making her more mortal meant that curiosity, meant questioning, meant a lot of things. )

Very first time. First time being in a more mortal-ish body and first time not being around dead spirits and gods and goddesses and the creatures of the Underworld.