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@revcre
independent & private cri.tical role multimuse — penned by katya ( she / her, 30+ ). | rules under the cut. | thread tracker.
muses ( * primary muses distinguished by an asterisk )
campaign 2.
yas.ha nydoori.n *
cadu.ceus clay
avan.tika ( by request )
campaign 4.
hala.ndil fang *
vae.lus
bola.ire latha.lia
al.ogar fang *
hero d'v.yen
dame ga.ya ser.emai
han.nan
original characters.
cameron averin ( adaptable for any campaign ) *
ksunye ( adaptable for any campaign ) *
rules.
what do you need to get some basic empathy back? ind. highly private multimuse primarily headcanon based. very plot-focused! adored and grown by odette ( 29, gmt-3, she/her ).
it's summer. and somehow we keep having sundays that are weirdly overcast and mondays that are weirdly overcast with raindrops. not enough rain to do any good, mind you, but water from the sky nonetheless.
my head would really like you to stop, california. please stop.
I feel like my writing style has really drifted recently and I really hate it…
what is alogar's load bearing information?
legacy ** (see below, tumblr allows insufficient space).
technically died — fell from a tree and broke his neck as a child
was JUST too young to choose whether to participate in the falconer's rebellion
(one of the) best drinker(s) at castle torch
trains with a man his parents despise (and who despises his uncle)
(for katya)
** son of a respected druid and a town celebrity, nephew to the hero of the falconer's rebellion, & descendant of the family that forged blades to kill their god and free their people.
tagged by: @sirdavinos ( you said vaelus, and I may still do her but still Thinking )
❛ i suppose you should have, ❜ she admonishes, with a good natured laugh, a bit taken aback by the sudden question, but mostly amused. ❛ seems like an important thing to ask. ❜ again, she wonders exactly what role she is supposed to play in ksunye's grand plans -- if she were afraid of the dark, what would happen? she wants to snatch back the words and run through this conversation over again, realising only as she laughed and shook her head that she lost an opportunity to learn more.
it is only natural that a few minutes after promising to rein in her questions, she has another one burning at the tip of her tongue. ❛ seems like a good time to check on any other possible fears... ❜
she had not asked in words direct; it is only fair thus that the response she receives is no less clear. still, ksunye takes the lack of confirmation as a definitive negative. after all, she had made available an opportunity, had hinted about what lay before them. what more responsibility does she have for the well-being of another?
❛ are you suggesting that there are others I ought to be aware of? ❜ it occurs to her, of course, for all she acts as though it does not, that christine means the opposite: means to question ksunye's own fears. it is likely, even. she permits so little, however, to be about her.
taliesin, as percy, excusing a failed roll that makes him prone to, shall we say, violence: "I have terrible wisdom and I rolled really low." me, staring at his 16 wis vs yasha's 9/10 wis: I'm sorry but you don't have any ground to stand on...
the c4 hiatus here is horribly timed. it's leaving me to feel compelled back to an rpc that barely exists while a season of a show I hate airs...
❛⠀well, sure. i suppose that's one possibility, but what if you are lying to me now? that could be happening, i don't know. you're insisting a lot on the whole not lying thing, and i gotta be honest man, that's kind of suspicious. have you considered that, cam? that you could be lying to me right now? and if you are lying to me right now, that would be very rude because i asked you to your face if you were lying and you lied to me. not cool, not cool at all.⠀ ❜
for a moment, as she speaks, jester believes her own yarn. he could be lying! what does she really know about cameron other than he is a good man who has saved her lives countless times and has a country accent?
sucking in a breath, she points a finger at his throat. ❛⠀last question: is the accent real?⠀ ❜
❛ no, jester, I spend every waking hour of my life faking my accent. ❜ sarcasm only strengths the accent in question. ❛ no! why would I do that? ❜ wasn't life hard enough to begin with? the last thing he needs is to start running some long con that requires never forgetting to speak a certain way. but that lead all the way back to the whole acting thing, and how he'd never last, well, probably even an hour, and really he think he should ever dare so much as mention acting ever again.
at least not in the presence of jester lavorre.
cameron shakes his head. ❛ life's really just too boring for you, isn't it? ❜ or he is, at least.
❛⠀now you're following me! that wasn't so hard now, was it? ❜ not that ksunye needed a new flaw to exploit. from what she's seen of the plan, it'll work. the contingencies have contingencies, very different from her own plan of getting inside and improvising the rest. but, hey, if the universe wants to play on their side, she is not going to say no. ❛⠀imagine what else we can do with this extra wiggle-room? ❜ she asks, eyebrows dancing.
they are back, practically, to where they were before ksunye pressed for an elaboration, and she presses two fingers against her right temple. ❛ at risk of attempting the same thing and expecting a different result... this was, perhaps, my mistake. let me be more specific in my request for information. would you please elaborate on the precise nature of these shift changes? not their origin, but what precisely we should expect to see? or, put another way, the exact nature of this... wiggle-room. ❜ she repeats the phrase as if it belongs to another language.
"i didn't know what to think." ( from hal )
@revcre | kattigan and halandil | answered ask! "i didn't know what to think."
he gives the orc a small smile, something bittersweet. "yeah, well. neither did i, really." shifts his weight to the other leg. "...part of me thought he was never gonna die. y'know? so it was...never really somethin' i thought about. but." he takes a deep breath. "i was in town, so i knew i had to go." shooting hal a sideways look, almost bashful – a strange look on the big man. "...hope i didn't cause too much trouble."
❛ would it have been my brother's farramh if there wasn't trouble? ❜ hal speaks softly, almost distantly, as if intending the words more for himself than for kattigan. still, a smile — however wry, however exasperated — accompanies them. ❛ I suppose I should be grateful that the worst that happened was the stewing of resentment as people of different walks of life, of different allegiances, brushed shoulders. ❜ and even that had merely simmered, not boiling over as it might have.
hal shakes his head and claps kattigan gently on the shoulder. ❛ no, you didn't cause trouble. and, for the record, you're always welcome — and welcome to enter through the door. ❜
"never do that again." ( from bolaire )
@revcre | kattigan and bolaire | answered ask! "never do that again."
he blinks once. "...what, that?" he points to the empty pie plate sitting next to him. the shepherd's pie, that he'd scarfed down in approximately three minutes – shame a man for being hungry! kattigan blinks again. "...sorry to alarm you, man," he chuckles, half-awkward, "but i gotta eat sometime." then his head tilts. "actually...do you? like – for the body, or somethin'?"
there is eating, bolaire thinks, and then there is... whatever that was. it takes him a moment to place the unsettled feeling he experiences as queasiness. ❛ that is... a complicated question. ❜ and as one still so unaccustomed to others — many others, that is. others who would bother to trouble themselves with such questions — knowing what he is, he does not delve into an elaboration.
those for whom he might have done so, he has left behind. ( that turns his stomach — metaphorically speaking — no less than mister vale's eating habits, he finds. ) ❛ do you actually... taste what you eat? I have always been under the belief that that is part of the experience. ❜
𝓠. “Told you we should've stayed put.” @revcre - hero & alba
“Don’t be such a baby,” Alba tilted her head with the grandeur of someone expert at the fine art of playing ‘chicken’. “I thought you were a learned woman, isn’t there something to be said about boldness and the search for knowledge?” The effect of her lofty tone was ruined by the mischievous grin that bloomed almost immediately on her face.
She was tired of being treated like a fragile thing, by her brother, by everyone else who seemed to see her only as Julien’s ailing little sister. As if she hadn’t lived a whole life of her own apart from her brother before being cursed. And here was something she could do, and do well.
“We’ll just walk in, pretend we’re interested in their wares and find out what he was doing” she shrugged as if it was the simplest thing. “Just follow my lead, if you talk to people with enough authority they’ll be too scared to question you, my mother does it all the time.”
❛ I think you might be underestimating the power of being in the right place at the right time, that's all. this is not the right time at the right place. ❜ quietly being present has served her well in the past, but this might well possess all the subtlety of poking a stick into a hornet's nest. still, hero has to concede that sitting around and waiting for the right time requires a patience that is distinctly unsatisfying, and thus far her protests that they ought to have merely waited have been half-hearted at best, more perfunctory than full of conviction.
yet hero laughs, then, shakes her head. alba had never met elodie d'vyen, a woman with a far different authority, certainly, but with no less command of her own circles. ❛ you don't need to tell me. speaking of which — do you want to come at this from the noble angle, or from the merchant angle? ❜
what is alogar's load bearing information?
legacy ** (see below, tumblr allows insufficient space).
technically died — fell from a tree and broke his neck as a child
was JUST too young to choose whether to participate in the falconer's rebellion
(one of the) best drinker(s) at castle torch
trains with a man his parents despise (and who despises his uncle)
(for katya)
** son of a respected druid and a town celebrity, nephew to the hero of the falconer's rebellion, & descendant of the family that forged blades to kill their god and free their people.
tagged by: @sirdavinos ( you said vaelus, and I may still do her but still Thinking )
discord has fixed itself, so now I can laugh at how truly hilarious it is that discord went you two are on a time out.
today's wild nonsense: disco.rd is depriving me of access to the one person I talk to every single day. I can see my messages from and message literally anyone else. but odette? nah, that's not allowed...
