#lady silver

[jekyll-doodles]

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They (Red and Silver) didn't use phones to communicate, but it was the easiest way to show it in this. Also added lil firey wisps to Addagala, to mirror the imps mentioned in scp 2264. Upright Addagala under readmore

[prim-moth]

Other casts of the Snakeskin setting (in order)

Lady Silver. Underground boss of the Snakeskin gang that mainly helps women in need that’s been roughen up from society and needs a job that the Lady will happily provide. An ex-actress from Hollywood by a different name. Knew Ace from her old life, once upon a time a fleeting love.

Daisy Jones. Right-hand woman of Lady Silver’s. “Dynamite Gal” is what people call her for her short temper and a talkative one. Using her petite size to her own advantage when taking out a target and is a sharp observer.

Jack Jones. Daisy’s older brother and a journalist. Not part of gang itself but he’s around if he needs something, he doesn’t often interact with his sister unless it’s in a professional setting. A chatterbox, too and likes to ask questions to people for his own gain. No one is sure where he actually works due to using a pseudo name to credit his article works. Has a need to Know things and a lover of sharp objects.

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Text from this post, cw for gore/implied sexual themes.

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A before and after the Everything for the Ladies of Addagala. (cw death, suicide)

The Everything starts after Lady Silver escaped Addagala and eloped with the red lord of Alagadda. Lady Indigo finds and hides the evidence of the Charred Queen's lies (the broken statue), and reports the incident. The Charred Queen decides to end her centuries long charade, commanding the Lady Indigo for her final sacrifice. Indigo, the puppet with no thoughts, words, or will her own, burns herself alive.

It is Lady Turquoise who finds the scene shortly after, the burned remains of one of her friends at the feet of the altar. There is confusion and terror -- and then nothing. The queen overpowers the her thoughts. In her cruelty, she declares that she wishes to return Turquoise's affection. That all she must do, is break the coffin open. The saccharine manipulation is suffocating, and the lady regains herself too late. First hits the humiliation as the entity before her, burning white hot, condemns her. Then terror. Remembering the death of her friend, and now facing the death of the whole city, as the Charred Queen grows into a menacing flame to devour them all. Its all too much. And in a final cruelty, she is convinced it is all her fault. The Lady Turquoise, heart broken, condemns herself, using a crystalline shard to end her life.

The Charred Queen rampages throughout the city. Some try to flee, some try to hide. The Lady Sapphire can only do so much. The sudden horror leaves no time for questions or consulting the other Ladies, so she helps who she can, as many as she can. Thankfully, the queen had been impatient. Though she had accumulated a staggering amount of sacrifices in her name, it was not nearly enough to maintain her destruction or herself. The vile entity burned brightly, and burned all it was. It only lasted a few hours, until nothing more remained of the Charred Queen but ash in the wind.

The destruction, the horror, the everything, was over. Addagala was in ruins. Lady Sapphire tended to the survivors. Eventually she would find what remained of her friends. And though her heart ached for the home she knew, Addagala needed her healing more than ever now.

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A big wall is bound to have cracks in it, maybe a hole or two. And while out on a walk, Lady Silver may have happened upon one of those holes and heard someone on the other side. From there, a friendship grew.

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So this started as another one-off bit that involved drawing the lords of Alagadda with inverted colors, but it grew into a whole realm with Lore. The finding of this place written below, pov of my sprite persona.

[ You would think I would have learned my lesson by now, considering how the blame fell on me for witnessing and then interfering with these kinds of entities. But, no. And so, with the knowing expectation that I will be held responsible for merely observing this, I wish to tell you what I saw while around the outer boundaries of ■■■ verse, ■■■ space-■■■ time, "SCP Wakey Wakey"’s reality. It would appear that, by accident, a secondary nexus evolved from my observations of Alagadda and its tributaries. An attempt by What Is and What Isn’t to balance out the chaos of the city-state: an antithesis. Such a place is a hefty feast to observe by oneself – hence my absence – so I took in what I could for now. More undoubtedly lingers beneath its glossy surface.]

The Land of Addagala – a name a little too on-the-nose in my opinion, but that's not important – was a citywide sanctuary locked within a snowglobe. The first notable sensation I recall being the chill in the air; I learned later that it became just warm enough in its spring and summer seasons to let the flowers bloom and produce fruit. A warmth that apparently came not from the grey sun, but that radiated out from their beloved monarch. The sun, which also acted as its moon, was more of a static decoration in the sky. No sunrise or sunset; the day faded into night into day into night again without it. The kingdom’s borders were high stone walls, beyond which was a mystery that even my kind could not perceive; it simply did not exist. Leaving through the gates led out to… Well, it led me out to Nowhere, but others presumably back their native reality (hopefully). Within said walls were sprawling, spiraling meadows, pastures, and gardens. Neat rows of simplistic homes and facilities leading up to its centerpiece: a modest basilica with a clock tower that stretched far higher than seemed necessary. Everything within this scenery had its similarly mandated colors – or only naturally occurring ones depending on the realm’s laws– of Silver, Indigo, Sapphire, and Turquoise.

After a general overview, I floated down and followed one of the branching stone paths in the garden. Blue roses and peonies lined in neat spirals, soft turquoise grasses, beautiful stone statues, bumbly honey bees buzzing about; I must’ve spent hours in the garden alone. The aforementioned clocktower would sweetly chime each hour before falling into a peaceful quiet again. I spied a few citizens there as I perused the flowers. Besides the silver masks (also mandatory here), they dressed in accordance with the cold weather: Long gowns, capes, and sleeves; furs, feathers, and fluff; soft, warm, and layered to keep the cold at bay. I learned later that those unfortunate few to enter without proper fittings would not stay cold long as the advising Ladies and their orderlies would happily provide suitable clothing. Their motives are well-intentioned, yet also motivated by an implied modesty dress code. Suppose I should have expected as much from the opposite Alagadda.

It was there within the gardens where I found the first lady of the city: Lady Turquoise, wearer of the Solemn mask. Dignified yet understanding. Her stature towered, imposing an air of respect. She was hard at work tending to the hedges; precise in every movement and measurement. A look within revealed more about her and the kingdom itself: This place had a rigid sense of time and a stern set of rules to keep order: both of which were expected to be followed by every citizen. And schedules needed to be planned, written, and updated by someone. The sense of such strict routines was somewhat nauseating – and I like routine, mind you. But now, in a moment of allowed leisure, she tended to her gardens. I would’ve lingered longer to watch her work, but the hint of desperate perfectionism within warded me off. I drifted off towards the main square.

More citizens, and few visitors, were found here. Pleasantly conversing, eating lunches, etc. It was hard to imagine this place had any tie to Alagadda, opposite or not. The mundanity of it was too… mundane. Even the silver masks adorn by all only gave a small sense of strangeness. Even the appearance of the second lady held little fanfare – if you could even call it that. Lady Silver, wearer of the Solaceful mask. A face that knew deep sorrow yet so hopeful. She was out on a daily constitutional, greeted by the occasional passerby. As I lingered near her, more revealed itself: this was a place of pacifism. Violence of any kind would not be tolerated and be “corrected”. That word always worried me, and for good reason. As the clocktower chimed again, I saw how these “corrections” were made. The tower held many rooms: rooms of solitary for those who needed time to accept the help they were so graciously getting. To break those unfortunate habits they brought with them. Truly, they – well, Lady Silver here had her doubts about it, how helpful – believed this method was humane. My growing disappointment accompanied me as I continued my investigation. The city’s basilica awaited.

More flowers, statues, and an endearing fountain decorated the atrium. A faint humming led me to its kitchen. A friendly tune, hummed by a most friendly person. The third lady of the city: Lady Sapphire, wearer of the Amiable mask. Her countenance bore a gentle, inviting smile. She was discussing medicines with a few visitors it seemed, all while baking some kind of honey pastry. Each and every concern of theirs was met with reassurance, every question had a simple answer. There within her I saw the purpose of the city: to be a place of healing and peace. Vows of sobriety, working treatments for nearly every ailment, and a steadfast belief that anyone could be rehabilitated. Such an unwavering optimist, of her own skills and of people in general, that it was almost… concerning. I did not peer any further.

I meant to keep this short, I really did. However, recalling the little pleasant details before Knowing has helped me get to this point. I remember the walls and columns of the nave being a marble of some kind, streaked with silver and indigo. The natural lighting filtering in and mingling with the grey candle lights. Upon the bema towards the altar, lavish bouquets had been placed. I wish I could have enjoyed the scenery longer – I wish I could have enjoyed Addagala in general longer. However, that is not possible now. There upon the altar stood a large crystalline coffin, occupied by a giant corpse wrapped in glimmering, gossamer shrouds: their beloved monarch, the Charred Queen, seemingly at rest in eternal tranquility. And kneeling at her feet, was the fourth lady of the city: Lady Indigo, wearer of the Quiescent Mask. A face serene in sleep. She was deep in prayer, some hushed communion with the queen. Beseechments of guidance, blessings, and the like. I went to peer in to gain some more insight…

But I found nothing. Hollow. Instead, I felt a connection, a string if you will, leading back to the queen’s corpse. So I followed, and I looked within her instead.

I left the basilica hastily. Back out into the open, chilly air. Up, up, up towards the grey sun until the strange claustrophobic feeling left my chest. Having experienced similar horrors already, it should not have surprised me and I should have expected it, but as you can see  – I did not learn my lesson! After a moment to calm down, I decided to make one more investigation before leaving. Hesitantly, I stepped down onto the grounds of the garden. All around me revealed the brilliant branching life of the plants, healthy and prospering. Then… then there were the “statues”. Some brighter than others, some were dimming, but none were extinguished completely…The lucky few to receive the Queen's “blessing”, I learned : an eternal state of peace in the land of Addagala. Or at least, that's what the queen told them, the Ladies, everyone...

No. She would not rest peacefully anymore.

All it would take. Is one. Little. Push.

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[jekyll-doodles]

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oh huh weird, how'd that statue fall over

Anyway. If it wasn't clear in the snippet, the ladies do not know that the charred queen is actually incasing people in stone. Leading to this incident, which is what causes Lady Silver becoming disillusioned, and deciding to run away from Addagala (mirroring the black lord's execution/exile).

[jekyll-doodles]

I have so many questions about the cool colored ladies and their home. Does the charred queen turn the others against Silver when she leaves? Do any of them have guilty pleasures or favorite books? What are the people like in addagala? Are there any animals besides bees? What would the yellow, black, and white lord think of them? I love them so MUCH!

Does the charred queen turn the others against Silver when she leaves? 

No, because she does not know nor figure out that Silver knows. Shortly after Lady Silver leaves, Lady Indigo finds and disposes of the statue remains, and then reports the incident to the queen. The queen decides to initiate her plans immediately after. 

Do any of them have guilty pleasures or favorite books? 

Silver - her Want to experience the “Forbidden” stuff like chocolate and physical intimacy (her reasoning is that she will be able to better understand people's joys and sorrows). The thought of just holding Red’s hand flusters her a lot. 

Sapphire - make no mistake, she does not take any pleasure in surgery. But being the only one in Addagala permitted to perform it (the few times it is required) does give her a sense of pride (the full weight of that job has not hit her. yet.) She owns all manners of book on modern medicines and practices. 

Turquoise - achieving perfection. Her final efforts, pushed further by the queen, will be her downfall. 

Indigo - n/a

What are the people like in addagala? 

Visitors are not frequent to Addagala. They are treated with Hospitality, asked to respect a few basic rules (dress code, do not disrupt citizen schedule, no contraband). They are required to be evaluated by Sapphire and Silver at least once, just to ensure their health. Any treatments that may be recommended are optional of course, so long as they don't intend to stay. But after experiencing such a peaceful and sincere world, that gives all who enter a sense of tranquility, who would want to leave?

Citizens were once visitors that decided to become permanent residents. They must abide by all the rules and schedules and treatment plans. But otherwise live easy, peaceful, and harmonious lives. They are by no means Not Allowed to leave, but must be evaluated by all four Ladies to ensure their health before leaving.

There have been a few occasions of friction between visitors and citizens, but the orderlies handle it calmly : Escort visitors out, Escort citizens to the tower.

Orderlies are citizens who work directly with the Ladies, often assisting in duties around Addagala. 

Are there any animals besides bees? 

There are some farms for cows, sheep, ducks, and chickens.

The occasional stray pet wanders in from time to time. All are taken care of; some are assigned to residents that wish to take care of them personally. 

What would the yellow, black, and white lord think of them? 

They would think them foolish and weak. And given that the Ladies would see the Lords as poor souls in need of healing and rehabilitation, they would hate them.

Red would too. The reason he gets along with Silver eventually is because she's his complement (black's reflection) (not to be confused with ryb color complement. I used rgb color complement because this started as a "photo negative" lords joke)

which, when i was trying to express this concept to @insane-control-room , they came up with an easier way to see it.