Guardian of Woven Stone

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update: i’m too sad to be on Vex’s account currently so time to get back in the saddle on Cass for a while. Like for a starter if were mutuals

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smokewrought:

         “ suppose you’re seeing ghosts then! ”  seeing the flare rise in the air made percy pace back a few feet. taking his earring once more he yelled.  “ bloody jenga! why do we have a code word if you lot don’t respond in time! ”  to be fair they were on their way but percival was merely annoyed and frustrated at this point. they were more than eager to assure him they were close to the flare. as was whomever was on the woman’s side.  “ tell me if you care so much for claiming to be who i am then why are you helping the very woman who aided in murdering the de rolos?! ”

     “You’re lying!”

Cassandra stayed hidden among the shadows, throwing her voice down the alleyway. Whomever this man that claimed to be Percival was, he was obviously someone sent by the Briarwoods to retrieve herself, Kynan, and Ripley. There was no other explanation for this. She wanted to shout out, to scream that she was there, that she’d seen what happened first hand, and she never once saw Ripley there. But the tone in  this man’s voice made her feel a twinge of indecision in the pit of her stomach. After she’d tried to get Percival away that night, she had been struck down. The years of healing it took, and the puppetry she’d been placed under had taken years from her. What did she really know? In her moments of thought she hadn’t realized that there was a vine coiling around her ankle. She tried to shake it off with a kick before shooting at it, the blast ringing in her ears from the close quarters. Her position was  compromised, but she couldn’t move. 

     “No! I’m not going back to them. You      can’t bring me back there!”

She shouted as she was pulled from the shadows, her face finally visible for the first time since this escapade had begun.

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smokewrought:

     “ it’s not like i’m stealing anything fanciful from you. ”  he scoffs.  “ i merely took a scarf. it’s not that bad. ”  he adjusts said scarf to make it look just that much better.  “ besides it looks better on me anyways. ”

     “It starts with a scarf, next  thing I know my      favorite dress will be gone.”

She sighed and fell back onto her bed. She really didn’t mind though. If Percival wanted to finally get some style into his wardrobe who was she to stop him. 

     “Those are fighting words Percival. As long as      nothing important is missing tomorrow night for      my date, you can pick something better than just      that plain old scarf.”

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(@talestrung)

It was late, far later than Cassandra’s usual outings took place. But this was not her usual outing, at least, not in the normal sense. She had snuck out of her own home, without a guard. Though Whitestone had been a peaceful place, she normally had someone by her side at times. Instead she hid in the shadows, moving around corners of her city until she found herself among the the treeline of the forest. She heard the sound of movement behind her and turned to look into the trees.

     “Kynan? Kynan are you there?”

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(@smokewrought)

     “You do realize that the two of them like you no      matter what you’re wearing? I’m quite sure      they’d rather you wear nothing half the time,      which gives me plenty reason to make sure you      know that my closet is not a store for you Percival.”

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smokewrought:

       “ coward! ”  was all he had enough time to bellow before a bullet struck through his foot. he certainly gave a reaction, but it was merely a small yell through gritted teeth as he found himself crippled for just a moment. bringing his fingers to his ear lobe he whispered a soft jenga to his party ( as if the sound of a shot firing wasn’t enough ) and proceeded to aim his gun in the direction of his foe.  “ fine, you want to know who i am? ”  now he was seeing red and limping closer towards her direction.  “ i’m percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii, ”  he took a breath, placing a finger onto his trigger and ready to fire.  “ and i’m here to avenge what i’ve lost. ” 

That was one thing Cassandra was not expecting to come from his mouth. This was Percival? This was impossible. Percival was dead, Ripley had told her he died that night, that they’d caught him and killed him. She couldn’t focus, her mind was spinning there were too many questions and not enough answers. The memories of the night her family was killed all rushed back to the surface, the pain, the anguish.

     “Liar! Percival is dead. And you will be      too for taking his name.”

She fired another shot, though this time was different. She shot into the air, a colored smoke marking the area above them. Kynan was still in the area, or so she hoped.  She needed help if she was going to find her way out of this.

[moonagewitch]

Cassandra and Vex bonding by swapping hair styles.

Vex isn’t the best at it.

Something happened to the quality which isn’t good… but it was quick and I wanted to share it.

I want them to be like sisters so bad tho

[cleocazo]

Because this is who they are, they fight harder. They are warriors.

[turtlejustice]

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[heroesicon]

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Thea is 100% done with your shit

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

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smokewrought:

          his hands lower when she moves the gun. what he has planned is risky and it could very well cost him his life. but, he finds himself in a situation where no matter what he does he’s fucked.  “ perhaps. ”  with a sharp breath he pulls his own gun from his hip and shoves the barrel into her gut.  “ and i wonder if anyone will come to save you at all. ” 

Cassandra didn’t waste any time after feeling the barrel against her midsection. She knew what a gun felt like against her body, Ripley taught her that quickly. But if this person also had one, just who in the nine hells was he? She disengaged from him before moving back into the shadows she’d been in before. That’s when she let the first shot ring out, shot finding purchase on his foot.

     “Last chance, who are you and what do you want?”

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smokewrought:

      “ do you know what they say when you assume? ”  he flinches his hand back when it gets smacked with the gun. fiery.  “ you ask too many questions for a guard. ”  which also means her question has been avoided.  “ it’s a lovely design, your weapon. ”  he speaks bitterly.  “ a shame it’s merely a copy of a copy. did your dear ripley give you that design? ”

     “I’m not a guard. I do as I please.”

She really didn’t appreciate how this man was specifically going around any question she seemed to ask. She didn’t give any hint of a reaction to his words, though she did take note of them. Ripley’s original gun was a copy of something else? Instead of dwelling on that, she decided she needed to pull this conversation back into her favor.

     “I wonder how soon your friends can get here.      Fast enough to save you from an explosive      projectile perhaps?”

This time as she moved the gun, she aimed it upwards, under his chin. It would be quite the mess, but she was sure she could get away without someone noticing her.

[durnaught]

Cassandra deserves all the love, specifically from a pup.

Inspired in no small part by @percyvex‘s fic, Companionship.  Cassandra really needs a floofer to hug.

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smokewrought:

        “ sounds like my life and luck really. ”  of course this wasn’t going to be easy.  “ i’m not following you particularly. ”  though she’d caught his interest.  “ you’re guarding and it’s always nice to deal with the guards before you dive in deep, right? ”  his nerves are replaced with snark. his hand risks moving to gesture towards her gun. that’s what terrifies him the most. not the fear of dying but the fear of it existing.  “ where’d you get that if i may ask? it’s very peculiar. ”

     “Then you’re after Ripley.”

She was right in assuming. Of course someone would shadow her to find out where Ripley was. However Cassandra knew better than to go directly back to where they were staying. Ripley had taught her that much. As his hand moved towards her gun she flicked her wrist, using the gun to bat his hand away.

     “I made it, but it’s none of your business. If      you’re after Ripley, what do you think you’ll      gain by going after her now?”