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@liselletloak
[wow i cant believe i still have access to this account]
[ i just realized that with the death of my old laptop, i have lost all of my liselle icons fuckin rip ]
âDonât call me Princess.â
                   Liselle TâLoak. Mercenary. Daughter of Aria TâLoak.
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[ uh hello! itâs been uh,,,, 3 years? since ive logged into this account? yeah, about 3 years eesh. anyway, i am hoping to bring this character back to life now along side my other active blog over at @theawokenqueen ]
arianashepard replied to your post: âShe groans. âI really⊠really need to stop getting fuckinâ⊠blackout...â:
"Yes. Yes you do."
âI know, but will I? Probably not.â
unscrupulousmuggler replied to your post:She groans. âI really⊠really need to stop getting...
âYou look like shit.â
âI feel like shit.â
She groans. âI really... really need to stop getting fuckinâ... blackout drunk...â
[ i missed the 2nd anniversary of this bog by like 2 days gdi lmao ]
me: *is naturally affectionate* me: *has major trust and abandonment issues, fears rejection* me: ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
The Collapse (Aria/Liselle)
alpha-of-omega:
âYes. Change.â Ariaâs tone was not impatient, exactly, but clipped, cold, all business. The danger that faced them was unlike any that had ever come to Omega before. Even in the darkest hours of the Cerberus occupation they had never faced the potential for complete genocide.
âWe know what the Reapers want â to wipe us out. Everyone aboard this station will be destroyed if the Reapers realize weâre still here. We only have one option.â It galled her to say it â to admit that Omega was not, in and of itself, the impenetrable fortress she liked to think of it as, the castle in which she alone decided who lived and who died. The Reapers were the ultimate power.
âWe have to disappear. We close the ports â no one enters, no one leaves. Power output lowered, communications blackout, self-sufficient supplies. As far as Omega is concerned, the rest of the galaxy no longer exists â and as far as the galaxy is concerned, neither do we.â
She turned abruptly, faced her daughter squarely and folded her arms. âI want to move you and Hira to the penthouse or the command bunker rather than the residential apartments. Weâre going to consolidate our position.â As always in times of tension, her tone was an order rather than a request.
Liselle nodded, already sending off a message to Aryna, asking her to bring Hira to Afterlife. She wanted the girl here as soon as possible; she felt better when the little one was close to her, especially now. She could only the imagine the reaction of Omegaâs people when the ports began to close down and all but lock them onto the station for good. Or for as long as it took for the Reapers to leave, and for many, it would be for the rest of their lives.
âHira will be here soon,â she said. âWhat else do you need me to do?â She was wondering if her mother planned to have her simply sit idly by; with Omega becoming the last piece of civilization in the galaxy, she could understand that her mother would want her daughter and granddaughter safe, but Liselle didnât want to remain still. She wanted to help, she wanted to get out there and help things get done.
And hopefully, help prevent an entire outbreak of chaos. They would need to shut everything down before anyone figured out what was going on outside their little station, otherwise people would try to bring their loved ones in. They couldnât have the Reapers turn their eyes here. They did, and that would be the end of everything.
âIf you need people out in the station, I can help with that.â
@arianashepard continued from here
She shrugs, clearly unbothered by it.
âSheâs just taking the piss out of things.â She smiles. âAnd do tell.â
alpha-of-omega:
For a long time Aria is merely very still, watching her daughter and her granddaughter with an expression that encompasses quite a few emotions almost at the same time. Protectiveness, affection, nostalgia, uncertaintyâŠall this and more at once.
âI suppose I am,â she murmurs; with a few quick steps she moves to the couch, settling on Hiraâs other side so the child is between her and Liselle. Absently she strokes Hiraâs crest with one hand.
âFeeling a little better, then?â she asks Liselle. She means physically, of course. She as well as anyone â and perhaps better than most â knows that the emotional scars of recent events will take longer to heal. Another spark of anger goes through her but she buries it for now. There will be time for it later, if itâs needed.
Liselle considers her motherâs question for a moment, and then shrugs. She does feel a little better, but the mental part of her being miserable does a damn good job of clouding just how much better she feels. She doesnât know if the funny feeling in her stomach is the alcohol, or the grief, but regardless, itâs there.
âYeah, a little,â she replies. Sheâs not sure how much she really wants to say in front of her daughter. The girl might not be young, but Liselle knows sheâs not stupid. Sheâs as aware, and as observant as her mother and grandmother, and sheâll pick up on anything either of them say. âI donât feel like death, at least. Iâll be completely fine by tomorrow, though... I can just sleep the rest off.â
She leans over so that she can rest her chin on her motherâs shoulder, being mindful of the little girl wedged between them. She doesnât seem to mind the movement, nor does she seem to be paying much attention; if anything she looks like sheâs beginning to drift off, but Liselle wonât start talking about anything serious until sheâs sure.
âDâyou mind if we stay for a couple of days? Might be easier to get my head on straight if youâre around to keep me from doinâ somethinâ stupid.â
[ rises from the dead for the fifth time hello i am here ]
skylarkeen:
okay. that is a really uncanny impression of the omega queen, skylarâs brows rose at just how easily she stepped into the role. it was both intimidating and weirdly attractive. needless to say her mind wandered for a moment before she remembered why they were doing this. âright! yeah, uh, aria â uh, queen tâloak â i wanna start hiring extra hands for my shop but iâll need more credits and ⊠uh, to, to get more credits iâll need to expand my range and tâ do that â  i .. i need â fuck liselle, i canât do this,â
Liselleâs voiced switched back to its usual tone, its usual range, and she slipped out of character just as quickly as she had gotten into it.
âYouâll have to, if you donât wanna make a fool of yourself in front of her. Practice makes perfect, yâknow? I could always go with you when yâdo it. Might make it a little easier.â She did want her friend to be able to succeed and get to where she wanted to go, after all. And she could probably sway her mother; it wouldnât be the first time she had done it.
alpha-of-omega:
âSo far.â Aria shifts, letting Hira settle her head more comfortably against her grandmotherâs neck, and steps out of the elevator into the penthouse, letting the doors shut behind her. It seems a very long time since all three generations of TâLoak have been in this place all at the same time. She finds it quite satisfying. âShe was asking for you as soon as she arrived,â she adds with the hint of a smile.Â
Liselle looks a good bit less flattened than she did an hour or so ago, which is a relief. âDo you need more food? I can have the Afterlife kitchens put a bigger spread together.â She crosses the room towards the couch on which Liselle is sitting, sets Hira down carefully next to her mother.
Liselle makes a bit of a face at the mention of more food. âMm, maybe not just yet. I donât think my stomach is ready for that sort of food just yet,â she says, taking a bite out of the corner of one. Just the thought of eating something else right now is enough to make her stomach feel funny.Â
The moment Hira is next to her mother, she pounces, wrapping her arms tight around her. Liselle grunts from the impact, and she loops an arm around her, before gently trying to pry her off. âGentle, baby, Mamaâs still not up to be tackled,â she says gently, leaning in to kiss the top of her daughterâs head. Hira doesnât reply verbally, and instead simply buries her face into her motherâs shoulder.
She then looks up to Aria, tilting her head towards the empty spot on the couch. âYou gonna sit with us?â she asks with a little, tired grin.
skylarkeen:
âI really should ⊠but anytime I take a day off, thats at least fifty thou credits I miss out on.â she shrugs, too tired to even think about money. A little laugh fills the momentary silence as she slinks out of the comfiest seat ever, âOkay, Queen, lay yâ best Aria on me.â
She sets herself down in Skyâs now-empty seat and crosses her legs, hands in her lap, to adopt the same way her mother sets on her âthroneâ. The grin on her face disappears, replaced with an almost bored, disinterested expression, and she looks Sky up and down, as if sizing her up.
âWell? You have your audience, now speak. And be quick about it; I donât like it when people waste my time,â she said, her voice an octave or two lower, cooler, copying Ariaâs voice quite well, although thereâs still plenty of difference.
skylarkeen:
âShit ââ she quickly rubbed her eyes, as if it would help how rough she currently looked. ââ yeah, sorry. Been fucking hectic at the shop lately ⊠been workinâ all hours and runninâ on one hour naps ⊠sâwhy i need a bigger place tâ hire some extra hands,â after another yawn she slumps back into her seat, âReally? Thatâd be sweet ⊠plus I totally wanna hear that impression.â
âTry tâ take a day off or somethinâ and just... sleep it all off. That might be enough to fix the red in your eyes, at least. Makeup can do the rest.â She then grinned. âYeah, why not? Might be fun, and if yâfuck up in front of me, I can just correct you, and not toss yâout of Afterlife, or something. But if yâwanna try now, youâll need tâ get your ass outta that seat; I need tâ sit tâ get into character.â