#mariie

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Judgement Meme

Get judged by the criminal by blood! One-two trolls per rb, multiple rb allowed!

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splatoon girls!

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72 for all of em i wanna know >:3

:0 I love this ask

Mariie- Rogue

Lanceo- Paladin

Lothel- There is literally no other choice than Cleric. 

Vicito- ... Yall aren’t gonna like it but probably a Bard. Maybe a Rogue.

Galine- Druid

Asteli- Monk

Lucize- Sorcerer

Lelari- Ranger? Maybe?

Sybile- Warlock

Astero- Ranger

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35 for all

Mariie- Lay low and don’t get caught. Never think about ascending to the throne.

Lanceo- Be fair and just. Fight with honor.

Lothel- Protect others at all costs, and be a safe haven.

Vicito- Rebel.

Galine- Be safe and listen to the older people. They’ll keep you safe.

Asteli- Secrets need to be kept. 

Lucize- Never let yourself think that they matter. They don’t.

Lelari- Don’t let your family know. Bury your feelings.

Sybile- Listen to Lucize Never talk about home. 

Astero- Do good recklessly Don’t upset the heir, don’t rock the boat, and don’t bleed. 

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[Mariie heard shouting above deck, and fast footsteps.]

[The captain burst through the door, running down the hallway. He fumbled with his keys, opening the door to Mariie’s cell.]

[She didn’t have a chance to ask what was happening before he scooped her up into his arms.]

C’mOn Magenta, we gOtta get Off the Ship. There’S a raid gOing On, and I dOn’t want them tO get tO yOu.

[Mariie weakly protested, but the captain tightened his grip.]

M’names not Magenta~

Yeah, yeah. We will diScuSS this after we get Off thiS fucking Ship!

[She screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to make the captain upset by fighting.]

[The captain stopped, and she heard an unfamiliar voice.] Drop the girl-

[The captain snarled] Never. 

[She felt the captain’s breath hitch, and she opened her eyes. There was a fuschia, with a pistol pointed at the captain.]

Drop- The- Girl-

NO! She’S mine.

[Mariie tried to push herself out of the captain’s arms, and he let her drop to the floor. When she stood up, the captain grabbed her arm with a bruising grip.]

Magenta is mine. YOu can’t have her. Find yOur Own cuSp to turn in.

[The stranger paused.] 

I’ll split the bounty with you, And spAre your ship-

[Mariie’s eyes grew wide] N-No~

[The captain turned and glared] Shut up Magenta. HOw dO I knOw yOu’re nOt fucking with me?

[The fuschia reached into his coat, pulling out a wad of cash.] That shoAld be AboAt 250 caegers- Think of it As A down pAyment-

[The captain’s eyes widened, and he took the cash. Mariie sat there slack-jawed] SiR, what aRe you doing?~

[The captain shoved her towards the fuschia.] I muSt admit I’m Sad tO See her gO, but I’d like tO keep my Ship.

[Mariie turned back to the captain, wide-eyed. Sure, he sucked, but she didn’t know anything about this guy!]

WhAt’s your name? I must know your identity, in order to transfer the bounty-

[The captain answered instantly] Lelari GOStei. 

[Mariie sat there, wide-eyed. Her captor had a name.] WhAle then, I’ll tAke my leAve-

[The cap- Lelari nodded as he walked off to tell the other ship-mates of the deal. The fuschia gently pushed Mariie in front of him as they crossed the plank to get to the other ship. When they were far enough away from Lelari’s ship, he turned to her.]

Are you Alright?

[She stared at the ground] Why do you caRe?~ 

Never talk back.

[He frowned.] I just wAnted to mAke sure you’re okAy- I’m not ActuAlly going to sell you off-

[A beacon of hope] Really?~

[He nodded solemnly.] Yes- Bounty hunters Are monsters-

My name is MaRiie EmpsiR~

And I Am Astero Selene-

[ASTERO SELENE IS NOW OPEN FOR QUESTIONS]

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The girls FT Mun

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Miss mariie? I believe the little one knows you, he knows your name, if not your face. Watch your step, some can not tell him apart from his father.

Little one?

I don't know many wRiggleRs, nowadays~

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Hey did you want a whump fic? I don't care, you're getting one anyways!!

Warnings- guns, mentions of murder, mention of starvation and not getting enough food at the very beginning, easy to skip. I think that's it, actually.

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It had been so long.

Mariie's clothing hung differently now, her frame gaunt from a few months of little food. Some days, she found she couldn't even stand. Her hair was greasy from not being washed, and she assumed she smelled. It'd be hard not to, in this position.

She stood up, heavily leaning on the iron bars. She needed exercise, despite her body yelling at her to lay down and perhaps take a long nap.

She walked- more like stumbled, really- around the cell three times before collapsing on the ground and closing her eyes, her brain formally declaring that perhaps a nap wouldn't be so bad, after all.

Footsteps.

She was hallucinating. She was sure of it. Maybe she fell while she was standing earlier, and hit her head. Or she had fallen asleep quicker than expected, and this was a dream. She sat up, sitting on her knees.

No one ever came down here.

The door at the end of the hall opened.

The captain of the ship was standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from behind him. Mariie could barely pick it out from this distance, but there was a gun at his side. He stalked down the hallway, coat swishing around his ankles, searching for prey that he already knew how to find.

She wasn't dreaming, was she?

She was always going to die, but she didn't expect it to go like this.

He reached her cell. Oh fuck.

He stopped, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. He took the one marked with a short length of rust-fuchsia yarn and opened her door, walking inside and closing it.

He grinned. "HellO, Magenta."

Mariie looked at the floor, biting back a sneer.

"What, nOt gOnna talk? SupriSed with yOu. LaSt time yOu were SO ready tO fight back."

Mariie muttered under her breath. "My name's not Magenta~" 

Her mouth was cottony and dry from disuse, but she got the words out anyways.

He laughed. "What waS that?"

Mariie looked him in the eyes. "My name's not Magenta~"

"RegardleSS Of whether Or nOt it'S yOur name, it fitS well enOugh fOr me! RuSt and fuchSia make a dirty little cuSp called Magenta."

She looked at the floor, studying the same bricks she had looked at every day she spent in this dirty cell. "Get on with it~ Please~ Talking to me like this is pointless, and you know it~"

She was begging and she was, unfortunately, rather aware of it. Her captor chuckled. He moved too quickly for her eyes to follow, and suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a pistol.

His voice was far too joyous for this situation. "I get paid if I bring yOu tO the empire either way, so give me One gOOd reaSOn why I ShOuldn't kill yOu!"

Mariie swallowed, trying to think of something he would accept. Did she even want him to not kill her? Her emotions were on high right now and they were far too confusing to figure out right now and the clock is ticking fuck he could shoot her at any moment what should she do what should she do what-

"I could help you~"

The words were out of her mouth before she even realized she was speaking.

He cracked a grin, but the gun wavered. Just a tiny bit, she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't paying attention to the most minute things. It could've just been him unable to hold the gun perfectly still, but Mariie chose to take it as a ray of hope, "Help me. YOu want tO help me? What are yOu even Offering tO help me with?"

"ARe you looking foR someone? I'm an Ok detective, I leaRned hOw tO find peOple when I wORked as a messengeR. OR maybe I could help the cook? I lived on my own when I was a wRiggleR and leaRned how to cook, I'm suRe I could help!"

She was rambling, but stopped, looking at the ground. She was dead. At least she had tried to save herself.

The silence was deafening.

When would he pull the trigger?

She heard a click, and the sound of the rushing sea outside. Seagulls cawed, and if she lisbustletened closely she could hear the creaking of rope on deck, and the bustle of the crew hard at work.

She dared to look up, and her captor was looking at her with the most peculiar expression, putting the gun in his coat pocket. The click must've been the safety. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Mariie wasn't sure if she even wanted to know. 

"Of couRse, I'd do whateveR you'd like, siR~"

She looked down again. Maybe showing weakness and cowardice would help? Or it could do the opposite and make him think she was useless and better off dead. She had no clue.

She had no clue on a lot of things, on this ship.

"HOw did yOu knOw I waS lOOking fOr SOmeOne?"

She looked up, eyes wild. She had done something right by the captain, for once. Maybe she wouldn't die tonight.

"I didn't, but-"

"Sybile PrOhey. An acquaintance Of mine'S ex-mateSprit, purple-viOlet cuSpblOOd. KnOw her?"

Mariie winced. She hadn't heard of her, making this a lose-lose scenario. Tell the truth, he might get upset and kill her. Lie, and get in trouble later on and get killed then. 

"No~ I'm soRRy~"

Mariie hugged her knees to her chest, closing her eyes and hiding her face. She felt six sweeps old again, ready for death at every turn, in every alleyway and every abandoned hive.

She never did learn the captain's name.

She felt something tilting her chin up, and she opened her eyes.

The captain had his gun to her throat, forcing her to look at him. There was no mirth in his face, just a shrewd, calculating glare. Mariie took small solace in that the gun was still on safety, but that meant nothing. The switch was easy to flick quickly. Shooting her would take less that five seconds, given the position she was in. On her knees, powerless, staring down the angel of death who was not as merciful as she had been lead to believe.

"YOu're nOt cOmpletely uSeleSS. YOu cOuld fetch me a lOt Of mOney if I turned yOu intO the empire. I'd get mOre if I turned yOu in alive, but nOt enOugh tO make me nOt bOther killing yOu. HOwever, yOu might knOw SOmethingS yOu aren't letting On." 

"I don't, I sweaR, I've-"

Her face was shoved upwards by the gun, as the captain turned to leave. Shutting the door behind him, he turned back and grinned.

He had never looked more like a shark.

"I'll cOme back again SOOn~ I can Only imagine it getS lOnely dOwn here."

Her captor left, his footsteps fading down the hallway. Her solitude was punctuated by the sound of the wooden door slamming as Mariie sprawled out on the floor and began to cry.