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( ooc ): thinking about if Astrid was chosen as the listener instead of the dragonborn (I doubt the Night Mother would actually do this) and what her reaction would be...
Astrid expressed disbelief in the Night Mother and wrote off Cicero as being crazy, but I think if she was chosen as the Listener, she would be in disbelief at first and then warm up to the idea. It would give her more of a claim of being a leader, though I don't think she would enforce the tenets. I do wonder if she would seem more drunk on power with this new "title" in her eyes.
In a weird way, Astrid has been a little bit of a comfort roleplay character for me (pretty much it's the association of nostalgia with s.kyrim, but also some of her traits like her confidence that I wish I could embody). I think due to my own mood drop, I was thinking a little bit about Astrid and my other rp characters, and I kind of wonder if loneliness has a role to play in who Astrid is.
This isn't used to gloss over her toxic traits and her behavior, but I do think part of what influenced her with the Dark Brotherhood and the "family" aspect of it (besides a wish for power and authority, ego, taking back power she didn't have when she was younger, a controlling type of personality, etc, etc) is from her loneliness. I don't think she felt connected to her own family or community, and obviously with her interests, there's going to be a sense of alienation because y'know.... she's a murderer. Not exactly a lawful good person. But I think part of what drove part of her nature of taking people in, wanting a family-like environment, is that it stems from childhood wounds of not feeling accepted, not feeling like you were part of a family, and wanting to make her own family and make her own acceptance.
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@bladedwoe said: โ ย why ย is ย this ย suddenly ย such ย a ย problem ? ย โ / cicero & astrid
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ surrounds him. warm like sweet breath. hints of nightshade and silver and maggots on flesh. and the silence rings in his ears. and he wonders โ when did it all fall apart?
all cicero did was remind her of the holy rules โ the tenets. is it such a demand to expect her to wait for a listener? to wait for mother's sweet, sweet voice to be heard? ( NO. of course it's not unreasonable. our mother guides us. she is the rot that sits between our teeth. the dust under our fingernails. the taint within our hearts. integral. )
โ cicero did not want to cause a disturbance after carrying mother so far , โ he starts , fingers fidgeting with each other. soul of the jester. โ and cicero knows astrid was not there...before, โ eyebrows raise , a delusional innocence. โ but we must have a listener in order to truly fulfill mother's wishes. โ eyes still on the ground , he cannot look at her for fear she might turn him to stone. โ cicero is thirsty for blood but he waits โ oh yes !!! he waits for mother. โ
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ. He was mad, certainly, but he didnโt deserve the scrutiny her brothers and sisters gave him when he first arrived. Arnbjorn held as much disbelief in the Night Mother as Astrid did, but she wanted to respect his beliefs (at the start). Now, alongside bringing the Night Mother, Cicero had brought the old ways with him. It pestered her, and it had grown more grating over time, and eventually, Astrid couldnโt bury her agitation any longer when that whiny voice squawked about the tenets.
ย ย ย ย ย Wait? They should wait? Astrid chuckled and shook her head, her lips twisting into a dangerous grin. Her voice had lost all trace of formality at that point. โ Cicero, I believe the Dark Brotherhood has done enough waiting. As you can see, we have preserved without the Night Mother. She has left us in the dark for years, leaving us to wait for her answer, and frankly, Iโm done waiting. โ It was tedious, idiotic, and a waste of their time.
ย ย ย ย ย She looked over her shoulder, her glare landing on Cicero. โ I respect the Night Mother in the history of the Dark Brotherhood, but if youโre so insistent on falling back to the old ways, this sanctuary might not be the best place for you. I believe the old ways are long gone, it will not serve us any longer. โ
ย ย ย ย ย โ Ah, so you understand our ways. Thatโs refreshing, โ Astrid replied, mouth curved around a coy voice. She tilted her head to the side. The travel to The Pale wasnโt preferable by any means; it meant a longer trip, more costly for a carriage ride if the roads were said to be icy that day, and the cold could prove deadly if left unprepared for it. The cave was preferable, cold but it blocked the wind that picked up outside. Could vampires feel the cold of the pale, or was it unknown to their undead body? โ The Dark Brotherhood hasโฆ grown smaller in influence, but we still hold some power, I assure you. You are hiring expertise here--a clean kill matching your preferences--not paying any run-of-the-mill mercenary with a sword on his back to run a sword through a man. โ
ย ย ย ย ย She decidedly ignored the mention of the Dark Brotherhood holding great power long ago. It was true, in a way, but the Dark Brotherhood has preserved. That was more admirable, she would think.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โ So, โ she starts, crossing her arms over her chest. Her voice fell in a low tone, less careful and more practiced. โ That leads us to the pay. If you are willing to up my clientโs price on your head, I could take their head instead. If you wish to pay double that, Iโll kill him and any other fool you deem worthy. He offered me one-thousand septims for you, are you willing to bid higher? โ
ย ย ย ย ย Under her cowl, her lips curled into a grin, she leaned her chin into her hand. โ Donโt you believe youโre worth more, my dear? โ
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ, her clothes perfumed by the smell of campfire while her fingers were powdered with the pollen of a blue mountain flower. She overheard her guestโs voice and turned her head, smiling beneath the hood of her cloak.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Ah, youโre awake. Good. โ
ย ย ย ย ย Her confusion wasnโt hard to understand. She had found her injured by the roadside--intentionally but that were details for later--and brought her half-awake to her campsite.ย
ย ย ย ย ย Astrid wiped her hands together, setting aside her mortar and pestle, it knocked against a stained bowl. She stood up, peering over at Hellhound on the sleeping bag.
ย ย ย ย ย โ Youโre lucky that I caught you in time, that dart wouldโve proved deadly if I didnโt intervene. The roads are fraught with peril recently, it seems. What a shame. โ She pulled down her hood, fixing her blonde hair into a quick braid. Clouds had loomed overhead all morning, foreshadowing the events that were to come. Astrid wasnโt one to make business trips unless it was important, but after learning Hellhound had killed one of her clients before Astrid had the chance to gather the pay, she packed her belongings into a bag and left the sanctuary.
ย ย ย ย ย โ If you still feel some pain, that will be taken care of soon. Iโm making a health potion that will remedy that. โ
