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@majestytsaritsa
It’s a bitter feeling, knowing that her Balladeer had betrayed her. She had... always intended to have them be the bearer of that item. It was Theirs by right after all. but..
She had wanted it to be when Celestia was gone, when they would be safe from harm from the land above..
“my sweet one, my butterfly.. i shall recall your memories fondly. You gave yourself so utterly to our cause.” The Tsarita sighed slowly as she sat in her throne, cradling a memento of the butterfly, blue eyes mournful. It had been so, so long since she had lost a beloved one..
convivxncia:
“It’ll be okay…”
Venti held him, gently patting her back in response. He could only imagine how she felt at that moment, given everything that was happening…
“…Maybe we should go elsewhere for a little while… If you want to.”
“.. going away for a bit does sound nice. at with my people away from Mondstat it seems the least likely place for those to look for me.” She muttered. “yes. I’ve missed Mond dearly...”
convivxncia:
“I would hope that it is nothing more than a misunderstanding, for your sake… That does not seem right.”
He’s definitely concerned for her, that’s for sure. There was no way he was going to just leave her be right now, even if she could probably take care of herself…
“Venti...” gently she wrapped her arms around the other and snuggled him close! Fingers digging into the cape and inhaling the scent of spring and flowers, letting her eyes slid shut. “my Windblume...”
“Huh… You should probably be careful with your harbingers, then…”
“And i thought i had chosen so well! but... as i betrayed mine it is only to be expected that one day i would be come for.” Gently she turned away and sighed. “Such is the circle of life.” She spoke tiredly.
The Tsarita is on Scaramouche, Tartaglia and Il Dottore’s hitlist! Remember to sleep with one eye open!
“So even my most faithful...”
@majestytsaritsa: "Such very rude questions tonight it seems. Does sunday eve always bring out this sort of thing?"
"...Just a jest among the common folk, Your Majesty! Nothing to concern yourself with. Oh, about those catalyst lessons-" Divert, divert.
“As long as these jests cause you no discomfort.” A slow hum as she held out her arm for her Knight. Silent and thoughtful before giving him a nod. “I did promise you lessons, didn’t i dear one?”
nosixth:
❝ you value my OPINION that highly, hmm? ❞ it was phrased like an innocent question —— yet the harbinger’s lips curved in a satisfied smirk. ( as if he expected as much. ) reaching out, scaramouche wrapped his fingers around one of the cups. however, instead of drinking, he merely gazed at his REFLECTION in the liquid thoughtfully.
❝ … no. ❞ lavender hues narrowed as he spoke. ( a flicker of hatred directed at his own FACE. ) ❝ you’re too… interesting for that. this vision you have for the future is something i want to see. ❞ the sixth finally looked up, head canting to one side. ❝ honestly, i don’t really care about JUSTICE. i’ve wandered every corner of this world. i’ve met all different kinds of people. being with the fatui is the only time i’ve ever felt… alive. ❞ less hollow.
“You are one of my most trusted. If anyone should ever lead you to think your word hold no value or worth to me.. tell me their names and i shall ensure a lesson is learnt.”
She watched her Sixth member, notices the momentary look of hatred in his eyes and carefully settles a slice of cake on a plate, passing it over. She oft tried to ensure that he understood the depths of her care for him. To sooth the abuse he had once suffered under.. but not all wounds could be healed thusly, could they? merely patched over for a time before a spark tore them open.
And for her beautiful Balladeer, one of those things were his eyes.
cattivvo:
The banging got rougher while his weapons went a bit brutal with their beams. Dottore took note and went as instructed by the Tsarista, just watching the hidden pathway reveal itself to the two. As much he wants to stand back astounded by the mechanism and such— rowdy rebels have such little patience and the scent of pyro flames grew near.
Running inside the path feeling the adrenaline just pumping through the doctor’s body and ignoring the bruises from before. No hesitation now with another snap the devices follow after the two. It felt a while of sneaking around in this corridor, faint voices and clashing can be heard on the other side from possible soldiers or rebels. He set her down to tend her wounds— and most likely rest his legs. Nearly near the end to the eastern block as her Majesty said.
“ Where did they hit you to Disinfect anything? It sounds strange to patch up a goddess.” He made a slight jest to clear the air before clearing his throat. “ Bad joke, sorry for the that your Majesty. That aside, I’ll make sure your wounds will be dealt with cleanly ”
“At least it wasn’t a pun. I don’t think i’m in the mood for those.”
Gentle sigh as she felt the wall close behind them. when she had remade the palace years ago; she had made sure there was plenty of off the records passage that would only react to her energy. Even if they brought down the ruin guards there would be no way for them to be followed. She was always a few steps ahead~
Quietly she removed the skirt and let the sodden layers drop down to the ground; needing to push them off from her sitting position. On her dominat leg was a wound that would have a normal doctor sucking in their teeth. One cut, messily charred from the pyro user’s blade etched into her left him trailing down to her knee! Silver ichor had drenched the dress, the torn fabric of her stockings...
This.. this was going to need stitiching... or what his queen just did, laying a hand on the wound and watching as ice spread down in a thick layer. She would need to be careful how she moved, but at least there wouldn’t be the risk of her bleeding out from blood loss.. if that was a thing that could happen to Gods?
Ether way, she wasn’t taking any chances.
nosixth:
❝ content… ? ❞ scaramouche echoed the word, humming softly ( thoughtfully ) under his breath. ❝ i suppose that’s one way to describe it. don’t misunderstand —— it’s not like i’ve grown COMPLACENT or anything. but when i get a break from being surrounded by idiots, there are times when i find myself enjoying it. ❞ power. money. endless entertainment. really, what wasn’t there to LIKE?
❝ we all have our PRIORITIES. mine just so happen to be living in a way i find the most worth my time… ❞ the sixth paused, brow furrowing. ❝ well, i also happen to believe there are some gods who deserve to get a little HUMBLED. in the end, everything works out in my favor. ❞
“mhm. Everyone has a right to live their life as they see fit.. so long as they bring no harm to others in the reaching of their goals.” A slow nod from the queen as she poured out tea for the two of them to enjoy, a thoughtful look on her face as she regarded the other.
“Tell me. Would i be one of those Gods that need humbling?”
minstrxll:
{ Scaramouche braced himself for it, but instead was met by a gentle, cold touch. He did not dare to flinch, but found himself frozen in place by her treatment. This was something he had not known from his previous Archon. Despite himself, he slowly relaxed into her hold.
If it were anyone else, he would have cursed himself for his obedience.
But he understood that his Tsaritsa knew his hurts. The wounds he carried that would forever bleed agony from his veins. Old scars, old memories that no matter how much time had passed from then to now, had refused to heal. He wasn’t so arrogant as to claim he understood the heartbreak of a god. Yet, he knew her fragility, and knew that she was far stronger than it.
So he lets her into his space. Alone in her presence, he does not don his hat. The balladeer allows her to hold and touch him. Because she has a strength that Scaramouche does not. He has locked away all his pain, and here she is, carrying on despite all of hers.
“Teamwork…?” He murmurs, brows furrowed. “My Lady… surely you are aware of the opinion others have of me. And in return, I do not think highly of them. Why would I? They haven’t earned that from me.” Scaramouche almost pouts- a rather childish expression for someone who held himself to such a standard. }
“It’s true, among the others you aren’t well favored.” A little frown on her face as she settled down on the couch once more. Giving him room to breathe and time to relax as she pondered on the issue. It was... troublesome, for a lack of a better word to see her inner circle snipping at each others throats. But some people were just born to clash.
Such was life.
But an idea slowly crept into her mind, and a smile grew on her lips as she regarded her Balladeer. It really was the most simple thing wasn’t it? Something that would keep him home, close to her. Something to ensure he would be able to rest for a time.
“Than I purpose this my dear Balladeer. I shall give you a month in the academy that produces our solders. From there you shall have all access to those that are about to gradate and from those numbers you shall select a team. Build them up to cover any weakness you have. you will have permission to view everything in their past and their present to find a team suitable to back you up if you should so need it. Your own cell rather than depend upon what you can find from branch to branch.”
“We both understand each others pain well, our suffering under those meant to protect us. And so, I grant you this. Find those who will suit you well in battle, temperament and history. Find comrades that you can depend upon and they can depend upon you in their future.”
A silent shift, the removal of an old, old Vision. Quietly she spun it between her pals, a little smile on her face.
minstrxll:
{ Scaramouche bristles, a low noise tearing itself from the back of his throat. “What Tartaglia lacks in wit and foresight, I do not.” He says carefully- measuredly- as he reigns in that arrogance that has found him in much deeper waters. “I… admit,” He grits out, like he were pulling teeth. “that I did not… anticipate, every possible outcome.”
“However, a simple defeat is but one misstep, My Lady. You must know better than I, even, that losing a single battle does not spell the end for the war.” The balladeer wrinkles his nose. Ugh. He really must have been spending too much time around Tartaglia lately. “The gnosis was retrieved, and the Traveler’s resolve was weakened.”
Even saying it, it was clear that the sixth wasn’t entirely satisfied by the results, but it was, at the moment, all he could manage.
He sighs, done with the pleasantries. “…If you see it fit to punish me, then do so as you may. But I did not walk out of Inazuma empty-handed.” }
“You came home safe and with the gnosis.”
A slow nod from his Queen, carefully holding the aforementioned item in her hands. A look of gentle pride in her eyes as she looked up at him,a soft sigh leaving her pale lips. Finally she settled the glowing object back in it’s box and stood.
Slowly, carefully she crossed to the other and wrapped them up in a hug. making her body temperature as bearable as possible for her 6th and letting out a warm chuckle.
“The last thing on my mind is to punish you. I merely wish you to be careful when you strike at that person next time. Honestly.. if La signora had merely waited until Venti was alone we wouldn’t be having near half as much trouble from that person as we are now. But thanks to her too brash actions we’ve made a powerful enemy. One who seems to have a talent at harnessing all the elements of these lands are any indicator. From now on.. i must be firm that you all travel in packs, fully able to counterbalance each others weakness in battle.”
Gently, tenderly she cupped Scaramouche’s chin in her hand and stared into his eyes.
“if the power of team work is so valuable to them... than so too must we use it to hone our advantage.”
adversaryss:
Kindness is cold. That’s what Tartaglia thinks, at least. It’s white lies. Difficult compromises. The soft touch of a chilled hand and a smile worn thin by time. He looks at both quietly for a while, his own hand turning a millisecond too slow to catch departing fingers.
He closes his palm around the heavy atmosphere, breathing in unspoken injustices magnified by the span of a life longer than he could ever properly comprehend.
But he doesn’t need to comprehend to understand.
“Things change because we make them change,” he says resolutely, his voice coming out strong where hers starts to falter. This is the only way he knows how to be kind, without airs or false platitudes. “Might makes right.”
Isn’t that what it’s all for? Clawing for power, collecting Gnoses, pushing further and further into the red all for a chance for the grand payoff.
He raises his fist to his chest, fingers clutched tight around a thread for the future yet to come. “When I conquer the world, I will make it right for you. I promise.”
“Indeed.”
A half moon smile graces her face. Serenity once more overcoming her. Soon, her collection of power would grow by the day and in leaps and bounds. Her Fatui slowly worming into ever facet of life across the globe. weather that be on the surface, or undercover. Everyone will soon enough depend on her people.. and little by little, they will raise up to take down the Realm of Gods and overthrow the unjust, and right the wrongs that had been done to the long forgotten nation and it’s people.
“This world is an ugly, unreasonable place. But i know.. you and the others can help me make it a just one. You can help me make the world a better place. A place where true justice can be served my knight.”
@minstrxll from here.
“Do you think I wouldn’t have heard by now, your encounter with that.. Traveler?” slowly she drummed her fingers on her thighs, eyes narrowing.
“Tell me, if Tartaglia lacked the ability to take them down, how did you plan on doing so? much less when they had their allies by their side instead of on their own?”
@majestytsaritsa &&. liked for A LYRIC STARTER…
❝ the years wore on and changed my HEART… the leading role, for a smaller part. ❞
A soft smile from the queen; tucked away in her private study with the balladeer. It had been far too long since she had a moment to meet with the other, and thus the throne room had been forsaken for the moment.
“And are you content with the role you have now? Or have you come to long for larger things yet?”
cattivvo:
“ The group is only strong because they have numbers, this attack has merely brawned no brains whatsoever. They’re attacking by impulsiveness and adrenaline because of the obvious scare tactic of banging on the door than communicating with the hostages. They’re sloppy without a leader guiding their next move ” He shifted her slightly in his arms to snap his fingers. His weapons started to appear behind him from the signal alone and try to seal the door to the best of their ability with their beams.
“ I need to know if there is a hidden path in the throne room to sneak by the rioters to the playground. The ruin guards can make matters easier since so far the forces are manly pyro users to keep them at bay.”
“There is.”
A grimm smile as she nodded toward a tapestry that hung third on the left. It was just as new as the others and didn’t stick out in any particular way to the naked eyes.. But once they were before it? His queen took a stabilizing breath and lay her palm on her chest, before tugging out her gnosis and pressing it to the wall. A misty veil seemed to blink from before their eyes, reveling a passage way that gently slopped downwards and was lit by magical crystal chunks mounted in the wall.
“This will lead us toward the eastern bloc. from there it’s another mile before we hit one of my cabins. The best thing about being an usurper yourself, you tend to prepare for things like this. There should be a first aid kit three feet into the pathway and a.. well, an escape bag. just to be on the safe side.”
