Grand Finale

HP:12000 CP:500

[palepowderedprincess]

Should I even bother typing an open.

[palepowderedprincess]

"All of this is so boring."

[palepowderedprincess]

Sucre had no clue how it was that she had arrived in this alien land. One moment she had been at her desk, feet up on the counter as she ignored the poor Elsen trying to engage her with the current crisis they were facing or whatever he was going on about. Cleaning her ear ungracefully with her pinky finger as she had passing thoughts about what to make for dinner and how to remove her fathers corpse from the office without anyone noticing the decapitated 1000 pound man. Next thing she knew she felt like she had been falling and impacted the bags with a heavy thud.

There was a dazed look on her face, empty eyes half lidded as she lied in pain. What the ever loving fuck was going on? Eventually at the sound of the others voice, sucre picked herself up before fixing the folds of her dress.

“I have no idea how I got here… Clearly you can tell I don’t really fit in… Goodness where is this place?”

[armedaeon-deactivated20141028]

The person had spoken. It seemed that they were not a victim of Apathy Syndrome, as Aigis had initially assumed due to their pale complexion and vacant expression. The Lost had been spreading in ever increasing numbers during the past few weeks, and were no longer the rare oddity they once were. However, it seemed the person was in this strange position for a different reason entirely.

"Have you imbibed a great quantity of alcohol lately? I have been told that doing so can negatively affect short term memory. If you are still in the throes of an ‘overhang’, please stay still while I assist you."

Aigis took a step forward, cautiously offering her hand to help the girl up. 

[palepowderedprincess]

"No, no no, I'm not hung over. I don't really drink all that much. There's no way that's it."

Sucre knew what was up. She just didnt understand why.

"I can draw some conclusions for why I'm here, but they won't make any sense to you. I can explain though and maybe we can make some kind of sense to it. Other than that, I'm stuck here until my home calls me back."

[theirworldwasinhishands-closed]

"My dad is the one going around trying to find a guy dumb enough to blindly marry me for the power. Please don't give him any mind." Sucre hardly looks thrilled. She had 101 issues to attend to and making sure her father wasnt causing more was most of them.

Prussia doesn’t question her appearance nor her complaint. His own biased views of marriage make it easier to sympathize with her. “I heard. What does he think marrying you off will accomplish?”

[palepowderedprincess]

"Well he's my father because my file's father no longer exists. He's been collecting us abandoned Sucre's now. Treating us like he's doing us some large favor when it was him and his alternates that screwed us over to begin with. Being that my father is absent, I'm in charge of the Zone 3 here. But he seems to think I'm unfit to do that and claims that I am 'abusing my powers.'" In all fairness, Enoch was correct. Sucre was by far abusing her powers. Bitter over her father and a series of unfortunate friendships gone sour, Sucre was drunk on the new given responsibility. She couldn't read or write, meaning no paperwork was being done. No bills paid or any of the work a boss would have to put in writing. Her biased feelings towards the Elsen made it painfully clear that she wasnt doing anything for their benifit, instead manipulating the situation to benifit herself. While Sucre wasnt really conscious of what she was doing was considered wrong or abusive at the least, it wasnt excusable in the other guardian's eyes. It was similar to a teenager getting their first taste of freedom away from home, only exponentially more influential. Being freed from her basement and oppressors, it left her with sloth and lust, she couldn't be bothered to fix the issues but seeked fixing of her own issues instead. With her true Enoch dead and her precious suitor also dead, Dedan from another file was the only one keeping her somewhat in check. Even then he did very little to stop her, not really aware that Enoch's rotting corpse was in her office or that Sucre was seriously in charge at this point. For all he knew, her dad was giving her a taste of the big life to make her see how sour it really was. "My previous arranged husband to be met an unfortunate fate. So now that my true father is no longer with us, this step father of mine has claimed me as his own. He wanted his son to marry me so that he could try and expand over and control both Zone 3's but thankfully his son has been missing for quite sometime. He's trying to find someone willing and afraid of him to fill that position so he can manipulate me. When it comes to Enoch, everything boils down to a clever game of cat and mouse" That last line was debatable. Not every Enoch was the same, nor was every motive he had a game. But in this instant she was positive that it was. There was no other reason for it, unless he was trying to drive a wall between her and that toothy guardian in fear Dedan would swoop in and try to steal the power, imbalancing the directors share.

[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

"I'm stealing one of your guest beds. Everyone back home is being too needy." Looking distressed it was clear she needed a place to crash. Being a guardian was easy at first, not so much anymore now that the Elsen were starting to be more demanding.

He can’t help but be a little smug. “UNDERSTAND NOW WHY I GO DAYS WITHOUT SLEEP?” he smirks. “FEEL FREE TO USE MY BED IF YOU’D LIKE. IT MIGHT ENCOURAGE ME TO USE IT TOO.”

[palepowderedprincess]

"I just sleep to get away from everything at this point. I feel trapped like I did before when papa had me locked in the basement. But you're right. Its a harder job than I anticipated. I have a new light of respect and admiration for you." She loops around the guardian, trying to remember where she left her spare clothes. Oh well. Its no big deal. "Speaking of daddy." She swallows thickly. "One of them is acting pretty weird. You should know who in referring to. I don't like it." She hushes up hardly hesitating when she stepped out of her dress, folding it over her arm. "I might be asleep if you wait too long."

[piipaw]

Tiny sugar lump princess

[palepowderedprincess]

Sucre steps outside, trying to dump a bunch of papers into the plastic without drawing attention to herself.

[palepowderedprincess]

Meetings were so boring. The girl could care less about all these 'pie' charts she couldn't read. For all she knew there was no real pie either. This whole thing was all one lie after another. Sure, she was in charge and part of being in charge was listening at meetings but honestly, she couldn't care. Not one hair on the top of her head. "F-five minute bathroom break...?" The Elsen trembling with the chart almost vomited from anxiety as sucre stomped out the room, excited to be free. Being trapped like that held too many bad memories. Still. She lit up a cigar, disregarding the 'five minute' warnings and instead went outside to sit and have some piece of mind.

[armedaeon-deactivated20141028]

The sun’s radiant smile shone through the clouds, suffusing the air with a pleasant warmth. Summer was over, and Aigis was returning home from another day of educational activities. Her recent test scores had been a complete failure. It was not unexpected, given that her specialty lie with battle tactics and mechanics, rather than the history of Japanese literature. 

A loud rustling sound interrupted her reflection on these events. There was a powerful odor wafting from a nearby alley, which seemed to be the source of the noises. Curious, Aigis peered into the gap between buildings and spotted a massive pile of overflowing trash bags, the kind used in foreign countries. In the center of these sacks of waste, sprawled like royalty, there lay a pale girl.

"Greetings. May I ask why you are reclining in the garbage?"

[palepowderedprincess]

Sucre had no clue how it was that she had arrived in this alien land. One moment she had been at her desk, feet up on the counter as she ignored the poor Elsen trying to engage her with the current crisis they were facing or whatever he was going on about. Cleaning her ear ungracefully with her pinky finger as she had passing thoughts about what to make for dinner and how to remove her fathers corpse from the office without anyone noticing the decapitated 1000 pound man. Next thing she knew she felt like she had been falling and impacted the bags with a heavy thud.

There was a dazed look on her face, empty eyes half lidded as she lied in pain. What the ever loving fuck was going on? Eventually at the sound of the others voice, sucre picked herself up before fixing the folds of her dress.

"I have no idea how I got here... Clearly you can tell I don't really fit in... Goodness where is this place?"

[pumpkinfreddy-archive-deactivat]

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[pumpkinfreddy-archive-deactivat]

"Oh my! I don’t believe I have seen your face around these parts, you are quite an interesting one yes. Might I ask what your name is, miss—?"

[palepowderedprincess]

She wasnt sure how she got here, or why it is that she did, but one thing was certain and that was she needed to get back home. She had a Zone to run, well... Technically the whole file but most important was zone 3. To truly take her fathers footsteps she would need to get home as quickly as she could.

"My name is Sucre"

Feeling antsy, she impulsively reached to pat at her hip, disappointed when the item she had placed under the skirt of her dress was missing.

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[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

Literally dropping a clearly meat filled pie onto dedan's desk; sucre moves the cigar from her lips to give him a nice kiss to the front of his teeth. "Compensation to use your shower?" She felt absolutely grimey, unable to tell dedan 'I killed enoch before learning how he imported water and now I'm sol' she decided to make it look innocent. "I'm just going to leave some clothes here too." This way she could attempt to hide here whenever she needed time away from her dictatorship.

His arms fly off his desk in surprise form the ambush pie. “HELLO TO YOU TOO.” he sighs in relief, tongue flicking out to give her a kiss on the cheek. “GO RIGHT AHEAD.” She reeks of death, but he knows better than to ask. If she wants him to know, she’ll tell him.

[palepowderedprincess]

She rounded back over to where dedan say, bag of clothes and tolitries in hand. Instead of going and showering like she had intended, sucre returned his cheek kiss before sitting on him, long legs resting on his desk the best she could accomidate letting her feet rest. The skirt of her dress fanned out a bit, making herself at home. He wouldn’t mind she assumed. If he had something he needed to do she would go back to her initial idea of showering.

[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

And now there’s rotting flesh smell all over his coat. Excellent. “SO WHAT’S IN THE PIE?” he asked to distract himself. He plucks off a section of crust and pops it into his mouth.

[palepowderedprincess]

"Its just meat. I knew you wouldn't eat anything made of sugar." He didnt need to know what the meat was from. Meat was meat was meat was meat. "Work has kept me from my passions. It was a thrill to get some baking done. If you could call it that. I have big shoes to fill." With that her feet flop into the floor, letting her thighs close naturally. Slouching sprawled wasnt comfortable anymore. Least not right now. "I'm gonna crash here."

[palepowderedprincess]

Feet rested crossed on her desk. A big toe pokes at one of the many pens in the cup. Heels were ditched on the floor, among other things, and soon another ring of smoke filled the air. Production was booming. Everyone was happy. That's all that mattered, happiness. Everyone has to be happy. The grin felt glued on, cheek-to-cheek, almost as if there was no possible way to remove it. Her cheeks hurt. It hurt to keep on smiling. "Mamma" It was what they called her now. Papa wasnt around. Papa wasnt coming back. Mamma had to protect the babies, make them happy. Shed make them all god damn happy. Even on her power trip, this never ending thirst for a rush, she had a duty to protect. Protect and provide. Same old same old. Exhaling another ring of smoke, she dropped the cigar to the ground before stomping it out with her heel. Soon she slipped on the other, rubbing her sweaty palms to the folds of her dress. The smell was getting to her. How long had it been now. Days, weeks? She was pretty sure it was a month. It was similar to those hoarders who have their dead pets where they died, unable to touch them. That's what became of the director. No regret or remorse. He wasnt doing his job. And now she had to do it for him. Mamma was here. Mamma was here to provide. Swallowing thickly, heels clicked to the floor. It was that no nonsense kind of thing. The type of thing to stop work in its tracks should she snap a finger. Production was up. Work was up, happiness was up. She was standing on an empire. The world. And it was lonely. But the kind of lonely that makes you feel like an adult. That 2am lonely where you want another drink but you've long since run out, you have to still pay your taxes but that can wait till morning. You gotta fold your laundry but you have nobody to impress so you sleep in the pile. Despite standing so tall, confidence dripping and oozing with her features, her empty eyes watched and waited for a mouse, the perfect mouse to enter her trap. Soon. Soon someone will come looking for her. And if not. Well. Production wasnt coming to a stand still. It had an economy in its economy. It was standing strong. Just like her.

[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

"So before I had wealth I had planned on giving you these" She hands him a coupon book for favors and requests "Not that I wouldn't do them before. Well. You know what I mean. But now that I have power I mean... I have nothing really to give you... Wanna go to Papa's office and take whatever you want? I mean." she shrugs. "That or I mean... I would give you zones 1-2 but they're kinda purified sooooo." she whistles. "Now that I run zone 3 I can't really pass that away without marriage."

Now that she’s in a position of power he’s totally going to interrupt all her meetings with these coupons. “I’LL TAKE A LOOK IN YOUR OLD MAN’S OFFICE.” he decides, flipping through them absent.

[palepowderedprincess]

With his decision sucre now began to walk him down the hallway to what was now her office. Hardly anything had really been touched, as she mainly frequented his desk. Though there was still a matter of... Well... The body was still in there, hardly fresh either. Giving a bit of a wave, she unlocked the door before letting him go in first. She could gauge his reaction better this way.