oh drunken gods of slaughter you know i’ve always been your favorite daughter etc etc! ( info + thoughts under cut )
so, some design notes out of the way : her outfit is a skinsuit, meaning it is a singular layer of clothing that is skin tight. it is a bit cocky of her to dismiss armor, but to be entirely fair, both her and hadrian are so drowned in ego that practicality has long since died within them. she doesn’t do much fighting these days anyway, and even when she does, she is fiercely confident that her opponents won’t lay a hand on her! with her building and fighting prowess combined, what could go wrong? … besides, the material is likely enchanted to some degree with things like mending, protection IV, etc. she does take great care of it and the tightness helps her fight more brutally, since she’s more able to twist her body around in any which way she wants to without restrictions or weight.
+ note : she also binds her breasts in some manner. usually most who do ( in the world of mcsm ) use strips of cloth, but mevia has likely crafted a real world equivalent of a binder, and has selfishly refused to make more. as one does.
as for overall character notes … where does one begin? mevia is easily one of my favorite old builders, and though i can’t quite place why, i suppose it can be somewhat traced to her thirst for blood and combat. she’s almost like if a party girl decided to start murdering people? i imagine her humble beginnings as a rather insecure time for her — she, despite all her talent and skill, is always subservient to hadrian and is almost desperate for his approval when they lose, so being a bit anxious and always a bit aware of how she’s being perceived feels apt for her. harper and cassie were likely more forward than she was then, a bit louder on purpose rather than mevia’s accidental loudness … she was not shy, but she was obviously standing on awkward legs for a good long while until things begun to change for her, and by extension, everyone else. her love for gore and glory likely brought her out of her shell a bit more and shed some of those wincing movements she once had — likely realizing, belatedly, she actually loved having an audience so long as she performed well, and would lean into this as the years went on. developed showmanship and adorned multiple facets of it : mevia, the gladiator / mevia, the announcer / mevia, the ‘old builder’.
still. she is a bit … prone to hysteria, or at least that’s how hadrian would describe it. sometimes her voice shrills and shrieks from fear and it’s grating to everyone around her, alas — and when she’s in the throes of something, it is very much a blubbering tangent that spins round and round. hadrian thinks she is very ‘womanly’ that way, and yes, he does mean that in the meanest way possible! but she isn’t as stubborn as harper and she isn’t as crazy as cassie, so she ‘passes’ to hadrian and otto … by no means is mevia a pick-me ( despite hadrian’s inflated view of her vs other women ) but she feels no kinship with other girls, and enjoys her position amongst men and men based approval. an exception she enjoys being, not a rule.
mevia is also a bisexual milf who does not know she is bisexual and is rather resistant to the idea of being one. she experiences comphet perhaps? i do think it’d be funny if one of her previous pets was emily ( pets = human partners to the old builders ), whom presented in a more masculine way at the time before deciding to trans her gender, much to the utmost fury and ‘disgust’ of mevia … who then dropped her like a hot potato … and maybe even removed her from the gladiator ring in retaliation. i imagine managing the gladiators is her gig? i doubt hadrian would bother outside of ordering them around, so all the management and the likes would fall to mevia, whose unofficial title is ‘head gladiator’. she likely only chooses her pets from that specific ring, since everyone else would either be dirty respawns or eventual dirty respawns to her. ew. anyway, she is not necessarily the most complex character there is, because she is so content with the endless churn of power and blood she’s now seated on top of ; leaving no room for morality struggles or second guessing when this is the new and beloved normal for her. it’s hard to say if her old self would be appalled by any of this either given the power chaser she was even then. it just isn’t so simple for her. every year since then has been a pleasurable blur ( ahem ahem, massive hedonist! ) and mevia has no desire to go back to the past, and severs each and every tie she once had to it upon presented opportunity. although she might, at times, miss cassie rose … whom i like to imagine she once had a close relationship with.
oh, and another tidbit : she takes major inspiration from the admin + romeoburg, as does hadrian, whether they mean to or not. i’ve been playing around with the vague idea of mevia being a failed romeo champion, given her oddly apt attire? either that, or she just really likes the stories about that guy. she wishes she could live in romeoburg. the respawn thing was definitely not her idea, is all i’ll say, even if she’s long since made peace with it.
What happens in Shadowbringers? Miracles, depression, two old men fighting over you TWICE and the winner of the first round gets to fight ANOTHER OLD MAN FIGHT OVER YOU, free 100% organic free range male elf side titty, a singing swamp witch that haunts an entire forest with her singing during day time, one moment that will forever scar my psyche, an over enthusiastic eldritch worm, Colonel Sander's Mortal Enemy made manifest, a weird aggress wind chime and book end, every argument you ever had with your dad or lack thereof made manifest but then speedran through because the writers didn't have time to smooth it out better, THE MOST ANNOYING FUCKING QUEST EVER CONCEIVED BY MAN and finally, the acceptance of letting go of those you love and finding peace in that they may be gone but you carry the memory of them with you into the future and at the depths of despair you can find ever lasting hope in the warmth of the times you spent together. Also there's a bird here and its never explained.
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it was early - too early for sweets, in his opinion.
still, barrett's head bobs upward when hope's shoes come into view. he was on one knee, preparing to lift a box up & into the back of the van before he was stopped by her EAGER tone & colorful treat.
“ why ? what's WRONG with it ? ”
barrett was always a little guarded - a little cautious around things he had no reason to be. even as he spoke, he realized how DUMB it sounded to be so suspicious of a pastry that hope, of all people, was offering him.
Urianger cups Theo's face in hand, looking on him with an expression of great fondness. "It hath been far too long since last I beheld thee." he leans down and kisses Theo once, twice, again. "I was pressed much by loneliness. Thou shalt have to make it up to me, nay?" A little of a smile in his words, to let Theo know he's just teasing a bit.
ㅤㅤWHAT might've been mere days may as well have been months or even years to those who were forcibly dragged into the First before Theodore could even fathom it. When faced with the reality of how long it's truly been since his fellow Scions arrived in this unknown world, Theodore couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for being unable to do anything until he himself had been summoned to the First.
ㅤㅤTheodore knew better than anyone else that no one could've done anything with all that transpired these past several days but when he saw Urianger and Y'shtola's bodies fall limp before his eyes, he felt as if his whole world had crumbled in that moment. Thancred being the first victim was more than enough to incite panic among the Scions but the moment there was a possibility that the rest of the Scions could follow suit, Theodore was overcome with fear. He became desperate to find answers alongside those who still remained and devoted himself to sleepless nights to seek their whereabouts until he himself had suddenly fallen victim to the call from another world.
ㅤㅤHe had woken up in a realm completely unlike Eorzea; a blindingly white sky, vibrant forests and a crystal palace -- it was all too much to take in when realizing he was no longer in the world he knew all his life. He probably would've panicked if it weren't for the robed man who introduced himself as the Crystal Exarch. Theodore initially harbored a great deal of suspicion towards this man who summoned the Scions out of nowhere but at the very least, he was there to explain the situation and alleviate any worries that Theodore might've had prior to his summoning. Despite everything, there was only one question that consumed his mind long before his arrival: where were his friends ? As soon as he was appraised of the situation and their whereabouts, he quickly set off on a journey to reunite with Urianger, worried about how he's managed to fare in a foreign world ( he would save his anger towards the Exarch for a later time ).
ㅤㅤSo here he was, finally basking in the warmth of Urianger's love, his heart overflowing with joy after what felt like a millennia. He had nearly broken down into tears when they met face-to-face again ( the mere sight of his beloved doing well was more than enough to wash away the dreadful fear of loss he had prior before he was summoned ) and rushed into his arms. Oh ... how he missed the sound of his voice; unbashedly candid with the loving fondness he possessed for Theodore alone. Then came the familiar lips to commemorate their long-awaited reunion ( the nostalgic warmth of his kisses was a pleasant reminder of how they never failed to make Theodore absolutely melt into the affection ). " Urianger ..." He softly called out his name against his lips in a tremble; his words quivering as they attempted to contain the tears that threatened to overflow.
ㅤㅤ" I ... I'm so relieved you're alright. Although it's been mere days for me ... I'm certain that it's been far longer for you. Even then, it's felt like years since I last heard you -- no even felt you. There's far too much I want to talk to you about but ... I suppose the first thing I should do is make up for lost time. " He laughed tearfully before raising a hand to rest atop of Urianger's. He closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth of his palm. " ... Perhaps we shouldn't linger at the entrance lest the pixies interrupt our time together. They certainly did give me a hard time before I got to visit you. " Despite their mischief, being here with Urianger once more made it all the more worth it.
@crossxskulled said : “I think you need to get some better shoes. You’re gonna slip and slide all over the place in those things, with all the ice around.” The idea makes an amused grin spark up. "I mean hey, less you always wanted to have year 'round ice skates."
UNPROMPTED. ( always accepting ! )
Brows furrowed, followed by a glare shot fellow blond's way. “ Thanks for the advice, but I don't need it. ” Not that he was.. necessarily wrong. While her ankle boots weren't exactly the most warmth - providing shoes one could wear during these cold months, they were fashionable ! Plus, they just really looked good with her current outfit. And so far, she hadn't slipped just yet.
“ I make sure to be careful. ” Careful steps were taken, avoiding walking on any spot that seemed too .. icey and slippery. Because just like Ryuji did say ; these boots weren't the most suited for snow, nor ice, especially with the heels. She'd parcour along the path they took, perhaps exaggeratedly doing so this time because of Ryuji's former ( unneeded ) comment as if to prove that she was entirely fine.
But because of that, she was less steady on her feet, and soon enough felt herself slip ; arms thrown out and quickly grabbing the nearest object to prevent herself from falling — which happened to be Ryuji's arm. She held tightly onto him, stabilizing herself before a sigh of relief slipped past her lips — before noticing what, or rather who she was holding onto. Turning head away and quickly releasing his arm, she'd huff and mumble : “ You totally jinxed me, you jerk.. ” Don't mind her now cautiously walking along, every so often reaching over when a spot seemed and felt too slippery.
' childe, i'd like ta give ya a precious heirloom from my great-great-great-grandfather... ' this is a blatant lie what with the both of them knowing that the outlaw practically sprouted up utterly relationless in the marsh, (of course,) but he nevertheless plays his impromptu bit up with full maudlin sentiment, practically exaggerating sobs as he hands over ... a single 1* pocket-watch. he might as well have handed over a rock, really. ' please promise me you'll take care of it, boohoo! ' and now he's practically squishing it into the harbinger's cheek!
THE moment that Yan Qing so woefully offered this proposition, the Harbinger just knew that something had to be up. He couldn’t even bother with showcasing his usual cheery facade, especially when it was obvious that he was shoving his trash onto Childe. Still, he would make sure to accentuate his response with a wide grin as he began to resist against the pocket watch.
“ Now if it’s so precious then why are you handing it to me ? Please, I insist you keep it in order to honour your great-great-great grandfather -- I’m sure he would’ve loved for you to hold onto it until you have kids or whatever ! ” No matter what sob story Yan Qing was going to come up with on the fly, he refused to accept his garbage -- not when he unapologetically leeched off of the Harbinger and was now trying to deposit his waste onto him. “ If you hand it to me then I guarantee I’ll toss right into the trash ! ”
