#cranialupi

[lighttheabyss]

//-looks at dash-

On one side; dumb nerd boys who think the other hates their guts.

On the other side; dumb nerd girls [well, okay, they’re not really NERDS] who think the other hates their guts.

Khaida:...........Oh ffs, will you all just kiss? Or hug. Whichever feels better. 8|

[lighttheabyss]

@cranialupi

“You’re welcome. I...I know what it’s like to lose friends. In the name of a cause. In the name of tradition. In what seems to be your name. I thought...maybe this would be one less demon gnawing at your soul. You’ve more than enough of them, and I won’t claim to even be able to sympathize, let alone empathize, with even most of them.” She took a deep breath. “As for happy...I’m not certain. He’s convinced someone will find him and end him one day. But he’s...he’s got a good person at his side. I think she sees him as something of a son or nephew. I think, with her, and time, he’ll be happy. For now, he’s alive and not alone, and that’s a good start. ‘S why I sent the guards away. I wasn’t going to risk that start.”

[diaarchive]

                                                     @cranialupi has been chosen.

“You know it is far less of you doing something and much more of me being in a decent mood. It is my favorite time of the year.” A decent start, she hadn’t tried to maim him yet. That was a success.

[sandbreaker]

@cranialupi

Part of her had hoped that her workload would ease with the success in retaking Ala Mhigo, but a greater part of her had known better. Since the Alliance had retaken the city and driven the Empire back, she’d been busier than ever.

Today brought her a new task. The Castrum had been abuzz with all sorts of talk about the prisoners the Alliance had brought back from the city. Marlowe only heard bits and pieces, as she was usually quite heavily embroiled in her work. Most of the rumors pertained to the former captain of the Skulls, as they’d been called. The woman seemed to have the soldiers spooked worse than even she had. 

But even Marlowe knew about some of the things she had done.

After a number of complaints from twitchy guards about Fordola’s cell, it fell to Marlowe to check it and perform any necessary repairs. No one else wanted to. No one else would.

With her tools and her most winning scowl, she made her way into the prison block past all the guards and down winding halls to Fordola’s cell far within. 

After a brief word with the warden, she was allowed into the hall to do her work. The door shut behind her with a harsh and resounding clang, leaving only silence. Locked in for now, as much as she disliked it. The man on the other side likely felt a great deal better than she did. 

Marlowe paused a moment and cleared her throat. It wasn’t often she really dealt with anyone directly in her work--let alone a dangerous prisoner of war. 

“...Maintenance,” she said plainly as she approached the bars. The silence hung for a moment, and she didn’t much like it. “Had complaints about rattling bars...” she muttered. “If y’don’t mind keepin’ back, I ain’t gonna be here an’ botherin’ ya none longer than I gotta,” she sighed.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t a little unsettled, but there was nothing to do about it except get her work done and get on with the rest of her jobs. Still, she couldn’t help but glance at the woman in the cell and furrow her brow.

Younger than she’d expected, not quite the demon that the men described. Then again, neither was she. Soldiers frightened easily, as it would turn out. But looks were only part of it. Perhaps a chat would tell her more--it would be better than this uncomfortable silence.

“I gotta say, m’a little put out since y’turned up round here. Th’soldiers used t’be afraid a’ me. Now you’re here an’ they’re all scared a’ you instead. It’s right bloody awful it is. When they were afeared a’ me they took better care a’ their gear. Now m’drownin in bent swords an’ dented armor cause y’stole my bloody thunder,” she joked as she got out her tools and began examining the cell door. 

[diaarchive]

' everything I love has been taken from me. what do I have left to fight for? ' (cranialupi)

                                    growling suggestion sentences | @cranialupi

“We’ve already discussed this. What do you expect me to tell you now? Fight for whatever or whomever you want, and stop bemoaning what has happened to you. After all, it is your choices that lead you to this.” Words spoken from experience. He’d taken a summons from many people and been sealed in a ruined city because he’d accepted it. He could have refused it, but he hadn’t, so it was only his fault. Course, he could just blame the idiot mages that decided they needed the help of monsters to win their wars. Such oversight had been their undoing.