Brandish: I'm Brandish Myu. Who are you?
Dimaria: Not as straight as I thought I was.

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Brandish: I'm Brandish Myu. Who are you?
Dimaria: Not as straight as I thought I was.
"All bad ideas begin with you and end with me" -Brandish x Dimaria?
“All bad ideas begin with you and end with me,” Brandish drawled as she followed Dimaria through the corridors of the Spriggan Palace.
The comment seemed to mildly offend her warrior companion. “What about this is a bad idea?” she countered. “You were completely on board with the plan a minute ago. What changed in so little time?”
Brandish sighed. “I remembered that it was you that had the idea.” She had been temporarily overcome by her intense, all-consuming desire for sweet things. But Dimaria’s plans (outside of combat) had the tendency to backfire, and backfire spectacularly.
“Come one, don’t be such a sourpuss,” Dimaria chided her companion. “You want those sweets - don’t deny it.” She shrugged lightly. “What Invel doesn’t know won’t...”
“Won’t... what, precisely?” a cool voice stated beside them.
Dimaria jolted, her feet stopping in place as she slowly turned to look at Invel as he approached from a side corridor. “Rotten luck,” she grumbled.
Brandish laid a consoling hand on Dimaria’s shoulder. “Good luck,” she said, before proceeding to the kitchens anyway, leaving Dimaria firmly in Invel’s clutches.
“What were you two planning?” Invel inquired, narrowing his eyes. He glanced briefly at Brandish’s departing form, but it swiftly returned to Dimaria. “I assume that you’re the mastermind.” He regarded her for a moment.. “Given Brandish’s willing cooperation with it, I’m guessing it involves the sweets in the kitchens. The ones to be given to visiting dignitaries this afternoon.”
Dimaria flinched.
“And I’m guessing to get around the cooks, you were going to use Age Seal.”
Cold sweat broke out on Dimaria’s face. “Er... no?” she offered.
“Dimaria...” he growled, his eye beginning to twitch. “I didn’t think I needed to explain why food meant for visitors should be left alone, but here we are.”
She shrugged slightly. “I know you intend to lecture me,” she stated, pointing down the hallway, “but if you don’t hurry, all of them will disappear down Brandish’s gullet anyway.”
Horror stole across Invel’s face as he realized the truth in her words. “I’m not finished with you,” he snapped, before turning away and sprinting down the hallway after Brandish.
Dimaria stuck her tongue out at his back. Oh well. Bringing along Brandish had worked out in her favor, even if it did make Brandish’s prediction of trouble come true. Now that Invel was sufficiently distracted, she could steal all she wanted without being noticed.
Maybe she’d even share a few with Brandish, as a thank you.
Wahl: What's an orgasm?
Brandish, loudly enough for Dimaria to hear: I don't know, I've never had one
Sorry for the wait!
The Cruel Hand of Fate
Sorry for the late birthday present @sassyhazelowl but here is the Brandia I promised ;) hopefully I characterized Dimaria well >.< Warning: ANGST
Fate has been known to be cruel. Cold, harsh, condemning. Even Chronus was to bow at her feet, while being a deity of time. It was clearly apparent that Fate had a sadistic humor - as sickening as her power. And thus she looked upon me, the wielder of Chronus, and cackled at me. “Such a simpleton.” she crowed, “ I will shatter you.” And so my life was flooded with nothing but misfortune, but my will of steel, core of stubbornness and pride, kept me moving without a single glance behind. Fate must have been desperate I think, angry and desperate that a simple human could overcome all. But of course it didn’t last. She smiled once more, deciding on the cruelest hand to give me. And it all began with that woman. Beautiful, regal, powerful. And I reached out to her, desperate for affection from her green eyes. Yearning for a smile to be granted. Even something as small as friendship would be enough. But she turned me away. Instead of affection, I received indifference, instead of a smile, I received a scornful frown. However, much to Fate’s utter disbelief, I remained unfazed. I was content with watching from afar, content with even a simple acknowledgment my direction. And that angered Fate. So she delivered her final act. I stood paralyzed, watching with horror as she turned her back on me. I stood helplessly as she spoke with the enemy, no intent of hurting the enemy. I stood still, as if made of ice, as burning rage seethed through my veins at the girl MY Brandish spoke to with such softness. With such affection. With a smile tugging at her lips. And it crumbled. Every ounce of resolve shattered, like Fate had hoped for. Darkness blinded me, confusion and despair tugged at my heart and lungs. I desperately clung onto anything, anything that could keep me sane. Yet that was ripped from under me. And here I was, powerless, hopeless, and heart broken, trapped in Brandish’s strong grip - no escape, no mercy. Fate is laughing at her cleverness and victory - at me of being such an entertaining toy. Never has a defeat been this painful…and this numb.
Brandish, in PJs: Has anyone seen my top?
Wall: Yeah, Dimaria's in the kitchen.
Invel: I like your top, Brandish.
Dimaria: I have a name.
Invel: By the Emperor-
Brandish: Hey, will you get something out of my back pocket for me?
Dimaria: Okay, what am I supposed to be getting out of here?
Brandish: A chance to feel my ass.