im about to lose my damn mind if i dont fucking find this diamond i came here to get rich
🕰️london-heritage-posts Follow
Date of Post: May 16th, 1899 (1)
💄minaturehollow
i should've sent you to the damn starved men vaughan
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🎩the-merry-manager Follow
Read your invitations to my Red-and-Gold Gala well, for it shall be a most marvellous event for those in the know to chatter about, and for those not in the know to settle themselves plainly in their homes, tucked in tight. Food and rest shall be abundant, along with the glittering gold of my hotel!
🐕goandfuckyourself-deactivated1899
fucker if you were to step out of your damn office and fight for fucking real id show you how hard i bite you son of a bitch
🎩the-merry-manager
Don't be crude. I've given you such a nice little cage! Ah, well.
🐕goandfuckyourself-deactivated1899
KILL YOURSELF
🪻theneathyvisitor
what the fuck happened here
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🔥needyman Follow
Burning Flame.
threatening!scary!sexy!yourboss!mrfires x gn!reader
[SYNOPSIS] : you get into a chance meeting with mr fires at the factory you work in at wolfstack docks where it realizes that you've been slacking off and decides to give you a more personal punishment....
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🐱flamelicker1899
eeeeeekkk!!! this is so good !!!!!!!! 😩😩😩 ITS VOICE AUGHHHHHH
🍎the-happyhapplers
fires we know this is you lmao
🐱flamelicker1899
?!?!?!? APPLES ahaha i think i would know if i was a master ?????
🍎the-happyhapplers
wrong person :)
🐱flamelicker1899
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
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✏️ dafiddlerrrrr Follow
kids im going to be honest i dont feel like teaching today so all you gotta do is reblog ad ill pass you
👓fuckyeahitsbethnic
prof ur reblogs are turned off
🕊️summersetsongbird
i have no fucking clue how you guys work with this professor doesnt she forget to grade half of ur shit until the end of the term??? why in the world would the univ hire her if not to do their free murder investigation work and get an easy class :/
✏️ dafiddlerrrrr
🕊️summersetsongbird
im literally arguing against you??
✏️ dafiddlerrrrr
they cant fire me im tenured + who else they got lmao . also i would hire me to do free investigation work too
👓fuckyeahitsbethnic
can i give you a pack of cigars next class
✏️ dafiddlerrrrr
a+
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👺 pr-ed Follow
This, I swear, is the last time I invite someone to dinner-- even if it was to threaten. Surfacers and such improper manners; who exactly busies themself with ordering the most expensive piece of steak on the menu and the oldest wine? Tiresome. The tea was less costly than the meeting in my mind.
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🌶️hotasthehound Follow
kittens i have brought everyone some delicious photos of the one and only dog in the neath. here she is admiring herself in the mirror. is she not delectable
🌊 zailing-on-the-zees
i thought this was a dog account but turns out you just post pictures of this crazy hot woman???
🌶️hotasthehound
reblog my post or die
🟦surrenderer
hnngggg i NEED to LICK her ABS
💧woofwoofwoof
i need her so badd,g
💄miniaturehollow
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🎀annieofthebrand Follow
uwaah......... does anybody think 🫣 that mr veils is . kind of . ayratcitvewghjenrkjdfnckhjkhnjktrfnkgnjkrngkjnklhriukdsjhgkjdgjkshkjthjkng
🌶️hotasthehound
kitten do not worry. listen to my voice and you will understand. lay down and let me eat you. or fight back. i do not mind.
🎀annieofthebrand
wait i thouhgt. dog that isnt you
🔫sniperbitch
why the FUCK would i run a thirst account for myself?!?!?!??!
🎀annieofthebrand
oh mtfcuking god
🧥mr-veils
Wrong account.
🎀annieofthebrand
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
🔫sniperbitchdeactivated189923624
FUCKING KILL YOURSELF YOU BTICH WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOURUNNING A THURST ACCOUNT FOR IM ACTUALLY GOING TO COME INTO YOUR FACTORY AND SHOVE A GUN UP YOUR
🧥mr-veils
Enough of that. Hello there, my hunter.
🎀annieofthebrand
omg... haiiiiiii
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👺 pr-ed
im ogin, to .jump into the zee. i hate her so bad
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i miss her im going to throw up loathedhorirble dtested woman
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[PNG of a portrait of Marlowe Hollow]
my beautuful beuatfuyk love where havee you gone i have so many things to show you and letters to give you and
(or marlowe crashes out to the most craziest extent)
THE SPIRE - It is dark. It is unrelenting. It is step-by-fucking-step. Down, down, down, as those things thunder in the distance. Whispers snaking around your ears, a painful, betrayed hiss, unrelenting, unending. The way down is steep, more fit for a scaly body than your two feet.
SWIFT FEET - Or in your case, six feet.
DR. VAUGHAN - Her glasses slip down her nose. She lets out painful puffs of air, and her arms are shaky. Every second or so, her eyes dart back, and she shivers in fright. Even so, she still supports Clarabelle up. Step-by-fucking-step.
A HOLE IN YOUR CHEST [Easy: Success] - Your little victim.
CLARABELLE - She’s in quite a state herself. Her stomach has lessened, both from your contributions, and from your arrival in Parabola. But walking so far, and so much, and so steeply is a trial for a pregnant woman. She slips, fumbles, curses faintly to herself, and you and Dr. Vaughan are left to pick up the slack.
PAIN, THE BRAND [Challenging: Success] - And you do pick up the slack, you rough-and-tough bitch. How many steps have you gone down? Let’s count again! One-thousand-and-twenty-four, one-thousand-and-twenty-five, one-thousand-and-twenty-six—
A COURTESAN’S MAKEUP - I know you enjoy hearing your voice, but perhaps you would enjoy hearing us sing a little ditty, yes? It’ll distract whatever is after us. We have a very pretty voice.
JUDGEMENT [Formidable: Success] - The Drownie’s song won’t save us again. Unfortunately, the only thing we have left is to go down.
SWIFT FEET - Down, down, and down. Step-by-fucking-step.
THE YOUNG THIEF [Trivial: Success] - Reminds you of the stairs back in Shanghai, ain’t it? You were swifter then, slighter too.
A HOLE IN YOUR CHEST - You gave a damn, then, too.
THE YOUNG THIEF - You’re such an annoyance!
SWIFT FEET - Down, down, and down. Step-by-fucking-step.
STONE-COLD [Godly: Success] - Your face is stone. Your muscles are marble. Limestone, rock, sediment. The only thing that reveals that you are human is the faint sound of your breathing.
PAIN, THE BRAND - ONE-THOUSAND-AND-FIFTY-SIX, ONE-THOUSAND-AND-FIFTY-SEVEN, ONE-THOUSAND-AND-FIFTY-EIGHT—
A LADY’S GUISE [Trivial: Failure] - My God, shut up.
PAIN, THE BRAND - Sorry, madame, couldn’t hear you over the sound of MY STEPS. ONE-THOUSAND-AND—
SWIFT FEET - Down, down, and down. Step-by-fucking-step.
THE YOUNG THIEF - Pity we can’t nab anything from here.
JUDGEMENT [Challenging: Success] - For the love of— do not do that. That is the one thing you should not do.
THE YOUNG THIEF - Oh, so now you wanna be a busy-body, you lump of flesh. I got us out of many situations before, and suddenly I make one itty-bitty comment and you come whinin’! I see how it is. I’ll zip my damn mouth shut!
SWIFT FEET - Down, down, and down. Step-by-fucking-step.
CLARABELLE - Her breath hitches. She looks awful.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Impossible - 20] - Say something to her.
Do not say anything to her.
YOU - Do not say anything to her.
A HOLE IN YOUR CHEST - What would you even say? Nothing. Don’t be ridiculous, Marlowe.
A COURTESAN’S MAKEUP [Medium: Success] - Comfort her, you dolt. It’s very stressful for all of us, especially a pregnant woman!
A HOLE IN YOUR CHEST - And you would know that very well, hmm?
A LADY’S GUISE [Challenging: Success] - I have utterly no clue what you are talking about or insinuating.
SWIFT FEET - Down, down, and down. Step-by-fucking-step.
STONE-COLD [Heroic: Failure] - A bead of sweat trickles down your cheek. You can feel yourself shaking. It has been hard on you, too.
PAIN, THE BRAND [Challenging: Success] - NO, IT FUCKING HASN’T.
STONE-COLD - Yes, it has.
PAIN, THE BRAND - I CAN’T HEAR YOU.
JUDGEMENT [Formidable: Success] - It has, and you are doing remarkably well at keeping it under control.
PAIN, THE BRAND - Thank you. It is nice to have my work appreciated. I shall continue. ONE-THOUSAND-ONE-HUNDRED-AND-ONE—
A COURTESAN’S MAKEUP [Godly: Failure] - What a nut-case.
CLARABELLE - She shivers. A tear falls from her eye and trails down her dirtied face. She pants a little.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Impossible - 20] - Say something to her.
Do not say anything to her.
YOU - Do not say anything to her.
SWIFT FEET - Down, down, and down. Step-by-fucking-step.
CLARABELLE - But in the end, she cannot handle it. Her feet slip; her legs give out. She yelps as she begins to tumble.
HAIR-TRIGGER [Challenging: Success] - You yank her back, along with Dr. Vaughan. You steady them both.
PAIN, THE BRAND - Damn, we’re good. LET’S CONTINUE.
JUDGEMENT [Godly: Failure] - Yes, let’s continue.
CLARABELLE - She lets out a little pained noise. She squeezes her eyes tight, and then whispers:
CLARABELLE - “No… no more. I can’t…”
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Impossible: Success] - Oh. You do feel for her. You know how it is. But it’s been so hard on her. Hasn’t it? Would you have reacted so well, when you were pregnant with your little girl? If Arthur had made you climb the steps of his villa, up and down, step-by-fucking-step? Comfort her. It’ll be okay. You got through it, and she’s far more stronger than you ever were. She can make it. She can. She’ll survive, like you did.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART [Godly: Success] - Why would we ever do that?
A LADY’S GUISE [Challenging: Success] Someone hold me. I am going to faint. Ah!
A COURTESAN’S MAKEUP [Formidable: Success] - We don’t need to reveal that much, you little ninny. Just a little. Just a pinch! And then she’ll be dependent on us. How cute! How profitable!
THE YOUNG THIEF - …
THE YOUNG THIEF - What? I’m not sayin’ nothin’.
JUDGEMENT [Godly: Failure] - I do not see how that would help. I must reiterate: why would we ever do that?
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN - Because in the space of your chest where your ribcage lies, there beats a heart. Can you hear it? It goes, ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - Disgusting.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN - I believe in you. You can do it.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Trivial: 6] - Bend down and comfort Clara. Tell her she can get back up. She just has to keep-fucking-going.
STONE-COLD [Challenging: 12] - Keep your face still as you hold out a hand for her.
PAIN, THE BRAND [Challenging: 12] - PICK HER BACK UP LIKE THE STRONG BITCH YOU ARE!!!!!!
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART [Impossible: 999] - Leave her.
“In the space of my chest where my ribcage lies, there beats a heart. Can you hear it? It goes, ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.”
“My little victim. Get up.”
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART [Impossible: 999] - Leave her.
YOU - THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Trivial: 6] - Bend down and comfort Clara. Tell her she can get back up. She just has to keep-fucking-going.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN - You get down on your knees. You cusp her cheek with your hands. For once, it is not a joke. For once, you wish to be sincere. For once, it is completely and utterly real as you speak.
YOU - “Come on, Clarabelle.”
CLARABELLE - She looks at you, and sees something that you don’t want to have seen. But you continue.
YOU - You can get up. And you can continue going. I know you can. Can’t you? You’re a big girl. You just have to keep on going. Just keep on— fucking— going.
CLARABELLE - A flash of something behind her eyes.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Trivial: Failure] - Oh.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - What did I tell you? Now, you can suffer the consequences.
CLARABELLE - She yanks her head away from your grasp. She sneers, rage in her features.
CLARABELLE - “Don’t pretend you know what I’ve gone through. Don’t you dare.”
STONE-COLD [Impossible: Failure] - You can’t.
HAIR-TRIGGER [Impossible: Failure] - You can’t.
A COURTESAN’S MAKEUP [Impossible: Failure] - You can’t.
A LADY’S GUISE [Impossible: Failure] - You can’t.
PAIN, THE BRAND [Impossible: Failure] - You can’t.
MORALE DAMAGED -5
MORALE CRITICAL!
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART [Impossible: Success] - Look what happens when you try to sympathize. Look what happens when you try to be nice.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - You get it thrown back in your face. You get a brand through your thigh. You get fucked and dumped and left for dead.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - At least you killed the man who left your mother. At least you had the guts to smother your little girl.
STONE-COLD [Impossible: Failure] - You let out a pained little whine.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - Are you crying, you pathetic little bitch? Are you? You don’t cry. You know what happens when you cry. You know. I’m doing this to spare you, you whore. That’s all you are, all you’ve ever been— I’m trying to spare you.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN - …
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - You remember her. She’d mock you.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN - …
STONE-COLD [Impossible: Failure] - Tears glisten behind your eyes.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - Did you ever, ever think that Arthur would marry you? After he abandoned you? Did you ever, ever think that Clarabelle would take your words to heart, and stand up, and perhaps she would smile at you? And sing in her pretty voice? Did you ever, ever think that Yaling would not ever, ever once sell you?
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - She told you, didn’t she? I gave you my heart.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN [Impossible: Success] Something in me changes. A metamorphosis. A chrysalis breaks to reveal the butterfly. But the butterfly dies shortly after. Something in me has changed.
THE HEART OF A LOVE-STRUCK WOMAN - I’m sorry. I’ve failed you. Good-bye.
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - I tried to help. A single tear trickles down your cheek. Clarabelle does not see it.
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY [Impossible: Success] - Mei-Mei, are you crying?
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY - Pretty girls do not cry. Ugly girls cry. Look at your mother and keep your chin up.
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY - You slit my throat. I died in your arms. But I did not die in the soft meat of your head, didn’t I? Ha-ha-ha! Mei-Lan, you foolish little girl. I reside in the wrinkles of your brain, the curve of your mouth, the dimples upon your cheeks. I linger in the corner of your room, in the silk sheets of your bed, the small crevices where your worst nightmare lies.
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY - You are truly pathetic. It is by my beauty and worth to the House of Song that I got as much as I did. One hundred USD. You were worth less.
THE YOUNG THIEF [Impossible: Success] - We have to go. Up, up, and up. Come on, Mei-Lan. Pick Clara up. We need to leave.
THE YOUNG THIEF - You can linger later. You always have. I’m here, always.
STONE-COLD [Challenging: Success] - The stone reforms. The crack solidifies.
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY - Mei-Mei, not as good as mine. The lash is too much work when I have a tongue in replacement.
CLARABELLE - “Don’t you dare pretend.”
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART [Godly: Success] - You know what to say.
YOU - “Of course I don’t. I’m not as stupid as you are. Get up, before I truly decide to leave you behind.”
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY - Even for me, that is cruel.
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY - Did Arthur not hurt us both?
A HOLE IN YOUR HEART - He did. But you haunt us the most.
THE JADE-LIKE BEAUTY [Trivial: Success] - As a mother should.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Well, I for one think it's a marvelous idea. Certainly more promising than any of your other suggestions. So─it's off to Amh Araeng we go!”
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — There is a poignant pause of silence. If a pin dropped on the crystal floor, it would be louder than Thancred’s heart.
THANCRED — “…I'll meet you at the gates.”
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Medium: Success] — A resigned look crosses over Minfillia’s face. It is one you are familiar with. An acceptance of your duty—of what you are meant to do. It is a painful, yet relieving, confirmation of what she has been dreading to accept this entire time. But she has.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Time slows. Thancred turns to leave. Alphinaud looks askance, quiet, while Alisaie seems content to examine the crystal floor. Urianger looks like he wishes to speak, but instead taps his fingers to his lips, lost in thought. Y’shtola turns to look at you. The Crystal Exarch is silent.
THE RAMPANT RAGE [Easy: Success] — It will not stop YOU.
FRAYED ESTEEM [Challenging: Success] — It pisses you off, doesn’t it? The way everyone pitter-patters around. Oh, the saviors of Eorzea, ain’t they, but they can’t do a damn thing when it comes to confronting this type of bullshite. It all falls upon your shoulders—no rest for the righteous, is it? Enough rest for all of them to whine that they hadn’t saved enough, or they could help more—but not when someone needs it.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — Thancred moves towards the door, ever so slowly. The Ascian’s eyes slide towards yours, and a flicker of a smirk crosses over his lips.
FRAYED ESTEEM — What are you going to do, O Warrior of Darkness? Stand here? Twiddle your thumbs and stand around like you always do, when someone is in trouble?
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Easy: Success] — Ay!!!! We do not do that!!!!!!!
FRAYED ESTEEM — But you did, when it came time to hunt down the jewelry for Granson, and didn't move a muscle as that man got turned into a sin-eater. When Tesleen was stabbed in front of you. Watched and watched and watched.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — Hmph. You are right but I refuse to admit it. Go away, you boring bore!!!!!!!!!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — He is halfway to the door. Minfillia seems to collect herself.
THE RAMPANT RAGE — Enough of YOU.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Impossible: Failure] — Noooooo!!!!!!!!!! I am being subsumed!!!!!!! Save meeeeeee!!!
THE JOYOUS RAGE [Easy: Success] — Something in me CHANGES!!!!! I am now ANGRILY JOYFUL!!!!!
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Impossible: Success] — We know why this is happening. It hurts you, deep inside, to see everyone just sit around and…watch. Would speaking up make anything better, or would it make it worse? The answer is neither. Nothing will change the course. But the journey matters, does it not?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Impossible: Success] — You won’t listen to me, I know that. But I want you to consider, before they make a mess of things. You will do this. You are going to lash out. But in what way is the question?
[FRAYED ESTEEM: Challenging 12] — Speak up. Say something cordial but scathing. Acting like a child instead of speaking his goddamn mind—reminds me a bit of us, hmm?
[THE JOYOUS RAGE: Formidable 14] — PUNCH HIM NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(You cannot choose this, as you will never choose to watch and wait as they did.)
(It hurts too much to know that even now, in a specter of a world consumed by light, a little girl will be consumed and subsumed once more.)
(You cannot take it. You cannot stand for it. And so—)
[THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF WHO YOU ONCE WERE: Easy 0] — Take the girl and place your axe to her throat.
YOU — Take the girl and place your axe to her throat.
-4 A light burns in your lungs.
-3 Please do not do this.
-2 Why? Why? Why?
-1 She will fear you after this. She’s a child, like you once were.
+1 You would never hurt her.
+2 But a lesson needs a consequence attached.
+3 And you are very tired of watching as another girl is consumed by another person.
+4 Watching as they do nothing.
+5 After all…
[THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF WHO YOU ONCE WERE: Success] — …who could stop you?
THE JOYOUS RAGE [Challenging: Success] — Please!!! Please, do not!!!!!!
FRAYED ESTEEM [Formidable: Success] — Whitebrim should’ve been my victory. But here we are. Enjoy the consequences, damn you.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Easy: Success] — It is laughable to realize how much they trust you. Y’sthola only realizes what you are going to do, but she is very, very slow in comparison to your skill. She reaches out to stop you—but you already move out of the way.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — It takes three steps.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — One. You take your axe and feel its weight as you slide towards Minfillia.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Two. You grab her by a soft, un-scarred arm, and drag her towards you. You can hear a gasp now: Alisaie shouts something in surprise; Alphinaud’s eyes widen—he is familiar with your moods, but not familiar in the way you act far faster than he does—Y’shtola undoes her staff—but they are all too late.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Three. Thancred turns around the minute you press the cold steel of your axe to Minfillia’s throat, as she stills frozen in your grip.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Success] — You’re going to make me tell what happens afterwards, aren’t you? Make me recite to you the calculation on their face, how they realize that you haven’t changed a damn bit since you were nineteen, when you did the same to the Minfillia of the Source? I truly, truly despise you.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “What a development from the hero,” he says. “Truly, you make considerable efforts to surprise me and all of your compatriots. Bravo.” He claps.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Easy: Success] — Thancred has now drawn his gunblade. There is a look of familiar fear in his eyes. Minfillia squirms, suddenly realizing the position she is in. She tilts her head back to look at you.
LITTLE FILLY, MINFILLIA — “C—Ceylan?” Her voice is shaky and afraid. There is betrayal in her gaze. A re-evaluation, perhaps.
FRAYED ESTEEM [Challenging: Success] — Her voice hurts you.
-1
MORALE DAMAGED!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Urianger has his cards in his hand, stricken with fear. But the Crystal Exarch does not move, merely looks at you behind his hooded visage, as if he knows something you do not.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Your fingers shake against your axe.
Speak: “So, let’s kill her now. End this before it even starts, yeah? You want Minfillia? Let’s get her, right here, right now. Tell me to kill her.”
YOU — Speak: “So, let’s kill her now. End this before it even starts, yeah? You want Minfillia? Let’s get her, right here, right now. Tell me to kill her.”
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Failure] — “…since you’re too much of a coward to do it yourself.” The words come out on their own accord.
THANCRED — “Let her go.” Rage seethes behind his voice. “She’s made her choice. Accept it.”
THE JOYOUS RAGE — WE speak for YOU. “Have you? Where’s the man that held a knife to my throat when I did the same to Ascilla?”
THANCRED — You struck a nerve. “You never knew her as I did. I spent years watching over her. I won’t repeat myself again, Ceylan—this isn’t how you act. Drop the axe.”
ALISAIE — “By the Twelve!” She has now drawn her rapier, but she holds it unsurely.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Easy: Success] — I despise you for making me think of this. In a fight, you would take Urianger out first, then Alphinaud, as they could heal the others. Break Y’shtola’s staff, or take it for yourself. You’d have to knock out Alisaie, but she’s too devoted to you to act against you. Emet-Selch can mind himself, and so can the Exarch, if they know what's good for them. Thancred has grown from the rogue he once was, but he’s no match for you. Never was.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — He has taken to watching with a deeply amused, almost confirmatory smile on his face, the words: I told you so, seemingly imprinted into his face like a large, annoying stamp.
LITTLE FILLY, MINFILLIA — “C—Ceylan, I… you don’t have to do this. I know what I have to do. So, please…”
THE JOYOUS RAGE [Impossible: Success] — Reasoning will not work with YOU, to our HORROR!!!! You are FOOLISH and the WORST PERSON ALIVE!!!!!!!
Y’SHTOLA — “Is this truly what you wish to do, Ceylan? Attack a young girl?” She shakes her head, but her ears and tail reveal her quiet anxiety. “And here I thought I would say something foolish…”
URIANGER — “I prithee, Miss Sonnet, abandon thy endeavor. We have not yet exhausted our repertoire to find the Light Warden. But ‘tis Minfillia’s choice…”
YOU — “Says the man who sentenced her to the First.”
URIANGER — He has gone quiet, stunned with the force of your remark. Alphinaud seems to take up his attempt at conciliation.
ALPHINAUD — “You need not bring Minfillia into this, Ceylan. If you have a disagreement with Thancred—then at the very least, pray discuss it elsewhere when—others are not nearby.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Easy: Success] — He’s taken to using the same tone when you both were alone in Ishgard, all those years ago. Your blood rushes in your ears.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Truly, not even I could have come up with an action quite so cruel. Threatening a young girl in front of those who love her for what she’s worth. Well, get on with it. We all have things to do other than stare at each other, hero.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — He dares you to truly slit her throat.
YOU — …
Press the axe against her throat a touch harder, and speak: “All of you—just watching and looking and staring at the ground. Let the girl do it, let Minfillia do it, let Minfillia eat her like the Ascian over there and all will be fine.”
Continue: “Tell us if we can do anything to help! But not when it matters. This is our home, too! Oh, don’t make me fucking laugh! You watch, and you watch, and you watch—“
Continue: “You’re a goddamn adult, Thancred, don’t you patronize me! You want her dead? Then tell me to kill her, since that is exactly what you’re going to do the minute you leave that gate!”
Continue: “So. What’s it going to be? Are you gonna be brave and spare me the effort of doing it myself, or are you going to bitch and moan and say you were too late, you couldn’t do it, wah—wah—wah—wah—I failed, time and time again, and I'll do it one more time, just to make sure I can make it stick!“
(You say all of the above, because you are a fool who cannot shut her mouth.)
YOU — (You say all of the above, because you are a fool who cannot shut her mouth.)
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Challenging: Success] — He lunges at you. You dodge, and Minfillia jumps out of your grasp into the arms of Urianger, who flings a card at you.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — You duck under it—you’ve had practice, to your amusement—and it hits the carbuncle Alphinaud had summoned while you were busy yelling.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — You do not have time to implement the hasty plan to take everyone out and do—what, exactly—as Thancred knocks you to the floor.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — And like a pair of children fighting over their favorite doll, you wrestle upon the floor. You fling his gunblade out of his range and try to wrestle him down; he punches you hard enough to spit out onto the Exarch’s crystal floor.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — It is a really, really pathetic spectacle from the Warrior of Light and Darkness and a Scion of the Seventh Dawn. You can hear Emet-Selch laughing, Alisaie running over to pull you off of him, but it is far too late.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Medium: Success] — You are stronger than Thancred, it is a fact. And you press him down to the floor, knee against his back, arm pinned behind him. In your tussle, he managed to slice a gash on your stomach. It bleeds out as he thrashes beneath you, but to no avail.
THANCRED — “What do you want me to say, exactly? It would not appease you, I’m sure of it! We waste time fighting—you waste time fighting an injured man instead of tracking down the Light Warden of Amh Ahraeng!”
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Do keep on fighting, it is the most interesting spectacle I’ve seen so far. Excluding slaying the Light Wardens, and what not.”
Y’SHTOLA — “Our observer seems to do quite a bit more than merely observe.”
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Is this not observing? I did not jump in and pry our hero and the other one apart, did I? I do wonder, though: what sayeth the summoner to this, hmm? Awfully quiet, are you not?”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Easy: Success] — With a lift of his staff, the Crystal Exarch makes a resounding noise that crawls through your ears. It burns less than the light, bundled in your chest, but it does cause you to lessen your grip on Thancred slightly.
THE CRYSTAL EXARCH — “Far be it from me to have a say in what I think you should do—after all, 'twas I the one who summoned you all here. But I fear you have forgotten who should speak in this situation, Ceylan.”
THE CRYSTAL EXARCH — He directs your gaze to Minfillia, who waits beside Urianger. She has a hand on her throat, feeling the mark you left with your axe. That you did.
MORALE DAMAGED!
-1
LITTLE FILLY, MINFILLIA — She hesitates before speaking. “I don’t know exactly why you did that, but…it’s my choice, isn’t it? And—and I’ll be sure of it. By the time we arrive to Amh Ahraeng, I’ll know. I’ll be ready. So—so you don’t have to stick up for me.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Formidable: Failure] — She whispers something under her breath, but you cannot tell if it is: she wouldn’t have let this happen, or I wish they would stop fighting.
YOU — …
[THY MOTHER OF SORROWS: Impossible 99] — Once upon a time, there was a girl with your name and your face, and she wished for someone to speak up and save her…
[FRAYED ESTEEM: Formidable 13] — But you aren’t her anymore.
[A GENTLE MYSTE: Formidable 13] — And this won’t really solve anything.
Pull away.
[THE JOYFUL RAGE: Easy 0] OR YOU COULD DO THE STUPID THING AND KEEP ON PUNCHING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU — [FRAYED ESTEEM: Formidable 13] — But you aren’t her anymore.
+1 Listen to me, you idiot.
+2 You’ll try to convince her otherwise, anyway. But you don’t need to beat up Thancred to do so.
-1 It would be really fucking funny if you continued, though.
[FRAYED ESTEEM: FORMIDABLE 13] — SUCCESS!
FRAYED ESTEEM — Ah, the woes of being the level-headed one of us, hmm? You pull away. Collect your axe. The whole room seems to let out a collective sigh of relief.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “A rather sorry spectacle. But I suppose you do enjoy fisticuffs rather than peaceful discussion. Should I have strode in at first glance and challenged you to a duel, hero? Mayhaps you would’ve taken my offer of cooperation. Alas, I find that tiresome enough.”
YOU — “And I’d gut you from neck to navel.”
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “How crude. Well, do try to make sure you arrive to Amh Ahraeng in full health. I spent a taxing amount of effort retrieving your friend from the Life Stream, and am not wont to do it again—no matter how sad you all look.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — He disappears in a portal of his own making. If only you had one of your own—the walk of shame to Amh Ahraeng is looking awfully terrible.
THE JOYFUL EXULTATION [Impossible: Success] — I have returned from the dead and offer you the hilarious sentiment of smiling very hard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU — So you smile. And you leave the room. Everything is fine and all is well.
There was nothing more satisfying to Marlowe--after years of sneers and spit against her shoes--than an entire room coming to lay eyes upon her. And not merely with just lust, or whatever their little minds decided to think upon when they caught a glimpse of dazzling, beautiful, stunningly brilliant Marlowe Hollow--but respect. Had she not earned it? Had she not grovelled enough?
Perhaps she was no Captivating Princess (and for fuck's sake, she wouldn't want to be in the first place), but Marlowe cherished red in her own right, and so she made a few added details to her Parabolan Frock. It was a boringly dull brown that shimmered yellow, green, blue--the hues of Parabola, but Marlowe had enough of Parabola to last her a lifetime. When she stepped into the Veilgarden party after months (perhaps, even a year) of situating herself in the Shuttered Palace, a red kiss on the cheek to the host, diamonds and moonpearls and red venom rubies all along the sparkling wine-red of her Parabolan frock--well! She was the sight to see. Her ring glimmered on her finger; her teeth shone white and cruel.
"Madam Hollow," some charming little thing asked, wide-eyed and new to the Neath, perhaps even holding a copy of her book? "Truly, truly--an honor to meet you!"
"Of course it is," mused Marlowe.
"What shall you do now?" asked the charming little thing. "Other than your aspirations for Poet Laureate, of course--I follow you quite regularly!"
"Aspirations? How cute." Marlowe gave a low, lengthy laugh. "I aspire to be given the title I am owed. Who else can compare to what I have created now? I fail to recall the writers from London's past in great detail--all deliriously surface-like men, was it not? I am Poet Laureate in blood, bone, sweat, and marrow."
Marlowe looked at herself in the mirror. She did not see Yaling, nor Arthur, not even her little girl. A flicker of unbridled hatred behind the shining glass, of when Marlowe looked at herself and only saw the gleam of her eyes, the satisfaction in her gaze, wealth and power and a name of her own that she could claim, utterly and truly. It was laughable to think that once upon a time, she would've coveted Griffiths instead of Hollow. But even that, she could take from Arthur, couldn't she?
Marlowe smiled, all red, all teeth, all deliriously beautiful. "Perhaps I should look to a business of sorts. Do tell me, was there not a chance rumor of a railroad of sorts? What a charming donation it would be: from Miss and Mister Hollow...would it not?"
When she laughed, so did the room. When she stood up to dance, taking the charming young thing in hand, so did the room. When she left, there were only whispers of beautiful Marlowe Hollow, and what she left in her wake.
how i make my de-style posts for my flondon characters
first of all to explain:
disco elysium has a system where you go about the world using harry du bois' 28 skills that represent a certain part of him: logic is for rational thinking, rhetoric is for obviously speaking out loud/convincing people, authority displaying authority, hand-eye coordination is for shooting things/grabbing things... self explanatory.
all of them have their Own Personal Voice; encycolpedia wont sound the same as logic and logic won't sound the same as empathy, mostly bc they're also seperated into other catergories (blue = intellect, purple = psyche, red = physique (and also some Special skills) yellow = motorics (tumblr doesnt have a Yellow so orange it is.) harry's skills make Passive checks depending on how high or low they are that make them interject in conversations, which is how a simple question can have all of the skills chiming tf up with their inane little voices. he can also make active checks: failing or succeeding usually progresses the story in some way, and failing genuinely has some of the funniest fucking moments ive seen
ANYWAYS. back on track.
for example some of my mutuals have one de-style skills: @herearedragons drakona's skills list is a very good resource + also the disco elysium skill wiki for more information abt the specific numbering of skills if u need both flondon example + also general example
tbh. dragon's skill list is more comprehensive than mine. i just make them up on the spot.
marlowe's is: A Lady's Guise, The Young Thief, A Hole in Your Chest, The Makeup of A Courtesan, Pain, the Brand, The Heart of a Love-Struck Woman, Stone-Cold, Hair-Trigger, Swift Feet, Judgment, the Thespian, and of course my own personal original one The Jade-like Beauty.
annwyn's are: Pre-frontal Cortex, The Smile, Your Brother, the Living Flame, Cut-Throat Drunk Slob, Porcelain Dolly, The Ruin of the Von Brandts, Veiled, the Vake; Incisor; Rabbit-Foot; Scope, Click, Kill
(it got long. below da cut)
each of these skills usually is inspired by or correlates with another skill from disco elysium itself but is rebranded for the character. Marlowe's "The Thespian" is literally just Drama with a fancy new coat on it; The Heart of a Love-Struck Woman is her Shivers skill, while A Hole in Your Chest is in actuality the opposite of Empathy . you can do a lot of stuff; the skills dont necessarily neeeed to be skills per se; one of annwyn's skills is literally the hallucination of her brother, and Cut-Throat Drunk Slob is Electrochemistry with a spin on it, and The Ruin of the Von Brandts is essentially a representation of her own strange self-loathing funneled into one skill that chimes in.
making the skills is a combination of both what they're supposed to represent for a character + interacting with the world around them. marlowe's A Lady's Guise + The Makeup of a Courtesan are both skills that allow her to traverse the world and be as posh and distant as she usually is, but also they get caught up too much of it all and tend to make Assumptions
but also they both have words in relation to how marlowe "puts something on" in order to live. the only psyche skill that does not have this (and isnt her empathy skill) is The Young Thief, her technical "true self".
for annwyn she has two motorics skills that show her love of the fight but also a hint to how she technically is both influenced by the mad dog and IS the mad dog in a possible alternate timeline/future:
usually i have a scene in my head (for marlowe: talking to clara and going down the spire, both emotionally tense scenes; annwyn: resurfacing from becoming jack (he becomes a skill, too: the smile) and then the characters argue about what exactly they should do before several choices are presented where you can either 1) have a skill check, or 2) no skill check at all, you just say shit.
(example from annwyn's de post)
the characters skills can also fantastically fail them at times; in fact its funner to have them fail because you can have some absolutely fucking hilarious moments of dramatic irony
(from marlowe's clara's meet up)
there's also morale damage + health damage which are self explanatory . just go MORALE DAMAGED -(number) ez
but since the skills are the embodiment of a certain aspect of your pc its far more easy for them to butt in and say things that the pc wouldn't realllyyyy think about unless for That Specific Skill
(the "loving" representation of yaling vs marlowe's missing empathy lmao; from marlowe's pov of a widening rift scene)
anways. if you got down here. hello. put your characters in situations and scenes and just write it as a play essentially . bigs my eyes at you
THE SULTANA’S CORPSE — What was once a little ruler is now a little corpse. There is a serenity to her in death that she did not have in the moments before the wine passed through her lips, down to where it would stop her heart. Here, laying on the floor of her chamber, she affects the look of a sleeping princess—rather than what she truly was.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Easy: Success] — Ay!!! Do not leave us hanging!!! Say what you mean! What was she truly? Oh, tell, tell, tell!!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Easy: Success] — A flash of pity strikes through you. You reached out for her. And yet you were too late. If only you had been faster. If only you had known.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — You did not answer my question! I am upset!
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Formidable: Success] — The maidservant. It’s always the maidservant. What did she look like again? Can you recall? You’ll need her image to describe her later on.
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Easy: Failure] — I remember nothing.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — This is so hilarious! I am laughing! Very hard!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Challenging: Success] — You turn around, just before the door opens. You knew it would open. Fingers clench, heart pumps, and your eyes do not water with tears. Your lungs expand, contract—are you ready to run?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Failure] — Run? You like to run. Now is not the time for running.
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Medium: Success] — There is an unspoiled node about 293 malms away.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Formidable: Success] — Somewhere in the busy corners of your mind, you realize that you are being yelled at. A shrill noise comes from the door, where a small man that you cannot recognize gasps and says—something. A thin film of buzzing washes over you. There is something like: the sultana is dead! And you, you—you murdered the sultana!
EARTH’S BOUNTY — You have about ten minutes to go and get the node. It’s sooooo important. I promise. You need it.
THE HORRIBLE GIL-MONSTER [Challenging: Success] — YOU NEED IT FOR YOUR CRAFTS, CEYLAN. OTHERWISE YOU’D HAVE TO GO BACK. TO THE MARKET BOARD.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Easy: Success] — A horrible chill runs down your back. Somebody places a cold glove on your back. Leather. Gridanian-made, with seams that itch even through the layers of your clothing.
THE HORRIBLE GIL-MONSTER — NOW, NOW, DON’T FEAR. WE ALL KNOW YOU CAN MAKE SOMETHING BETTER THAN THAT. YOU ARE THE GREATEST CRAFTER ALIVE. DO NOT CONCERN YOURSELF WITH THE LEATHER.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Legendary: Success] —Not to spoil the fun, but I think we are being arrested!!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Formidable: Failure] — What? Us?
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — Ooh, you aren’t supposed to act that way!! What a revelation!!!!
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Legendary: Success] — What’s going on? We’re being arrested? Ah—you forgot the most important part of the mystery—you were the only one in the room while the Sultana died!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Trivial: Success] — Another life lost. Another light faded.
THE HORRIFIC RAMIE RIBBON [Challenging: Success] — Comrade, you hurt my flaxen heart. Do not listen to that thing, my beloved twin-tailed host. I’m with you.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — You don’t have a heart!!!!!!! You are a terrible ribbon!!!!!
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Legendary: Success] — Somewhere, sometime, in a place that you are not in, you can see them. Aymeric, drawn away; Thancred, those bitter knives flashing; Alphinaud, a sword placed upon the side of his neck…
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Success] — A plot to incriminate the Scions. There is a hilarity to this. Did all of you not save Eorzea? What purpose do you have to tear it down?
SIX/FOURTEEN [Impossible: Success] — You did not know it would lead to this.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Easy: Failure] — You laugh. Out of the glimpse of your eye, walking down that darkened hallway, ropes bound across your wrists and cold-warm palms against the small of your back, the daring placement upon your shoulder—it still makes about half of your captors freeze.
HALF-DRAGON, HALF-BEAST [Medium: Success] — They fffffeaaar you. As they ssshouuuld.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Trivial: Success] — Is that what a hero does? No. You keep your head down, and you keep quiet—because you all know what you can do to them. It’s better this way, to go along. It’d be difficult for everyone if you didn’t.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — What happens to the others if you fight back? Alphinaud, Minfillia…
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Easy: Success] — You stay quiet. The thought hurts. Pins and needles in your veins.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Success] — You are perhaps about a minute or three away from the celebration.
THE HORRIFIC RAMIE RIBBON [Trivial: Success] — Listen to me, my host. Stop and force them to push you. Struggle. Feeeeel the pinch of their lances against your back! Open the doors and proclaim that you have killed the Sultana to the world as you know it!
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — I must admit!!! That sounds intriguing!! That sounds fun!! We should do this!!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — Absolutely not.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — I really do not like you!! But I am happy that you are here, arguing with me!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — I’m glad that you are glad and I will be glad to assert that no, we should not proclaim to the Eorzean Alliance and every big-shot in Ul’dah—and the stray Ishgardian’s who’ve dared to linger in the corners—that we have killed the Sultana. Might I remind you that we did nothing of the sort?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Success] — You could argue your case. Call for the maidservant. Beseech whoever is upon your side—albeit, your options are little.
JIG-LOCK-SAW — By the way. A minute. You have been awfully frozen this entire time.
THE KEY TO YOUR HEART [Formidable: Success] — you unnerve some of them. you have always been distant. but can you not breathe? does your heart not beat the same rhythm as theirs? you kill gods and tyrants, you protect your fellow man, and you have never been more farther away from them than in this moment, with their knives upon your back and the crime pinned against your head.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — …
JIG-LOCK-SAW — You are almost about to reach the doors. So, Sonnet, what’s it going to be?
YOU — …
[THE HORRIBLE GIL-MONSTER: Challenging 12] — REMARK UPON THE LACK OF QUALITY IN EVERYONE’S LEATHER AND OFFER YOUR SERVICES TO FIX THIS DREADFUL PIECE OF WORK. FOR MONEY, OF COURSE.
[THE RAMPANT RAGE: Trivial 5] Snatch one of their weapons. Kill them.
(Start laughing uncontrollably.)
“You know, I have to go and get an unspoiled node and the time is ticking. Really ticking; do you know how long it takes to find them?”
“I’m so sorry for killing the Sultana. Should I kill myself?”
(Lie.) “I’m so sorry for killing the Sultana. Should I kill myself?”
(Lie.) “I am so sorry for failing to get away with killing the Sultana. Should I kill you?”
Hey, can I do—anything else?
YOU — Hey, can I do—anything else?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Failure] — Nope.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Challenging: Success] — You could always go inside and proclaim you have killed the sultana!!!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Formidable: Success] — You have stopped just around the section where you reach the steps to the Royal Promenade. Your heart slows, beat by painful beat. Lungs freeze. It is not they who stop, but you. Faintly, you hear the little man tell his soldiers to push you—but they cannot.
Take one of their weapons.
(Start laughing uncontrollably.)
There has got to be other options.
YOU — There has got to be other options.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Easy: Success] Yes, there is another option—do not do anything. Surely the Scions could figure this out? Surely—the Alliance leaders would help us? After all we’ve done for them?
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — You are such a terrible bore!!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Legendary: Success] — They start to become afraid. Sweat drips down brows, into the crevice of the planes between nose and cheek, to linger in their mouth until they swallow salt and fear. You have refused to move. You are thinking so hard that you have become frozen, as if ice.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — Pity Iceheart was not here to see our great facsimile of her!!
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Impossible: Success] Somewhere across the great icy fields of Coerthas: there lies a woman. She gazes upon the wreckage she has dealt with her own hand. Somewhere in the Brume, there is a child who will curl up around a moth-torn blanket, ice in their veins, ice in their heart, waiting for when the cold with kill them, or the dragons.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Success] — If you do not do anything, they’re going to start prodding you with their lances. Or actually injure you—and we all know that it is not dangerous for you, but for them.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Trivial: Success] — Listen to me—and only me. We’re just going to continue breathing—
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Challenging: Success] — You exhale, inhale. It is the only movement you have made in a while.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — And we are going to go inside peacefully. We can figure this out. Together.
1) [WARRIOR OF LIGHT: Easy 8] — Go inside peacefully.
2) [THY MOTHER OF SORROWS: Impossible 99] — Cry.
YOU — Go inside peacefully.
+3 This is the correct choice.
+2 Doing anything else would make it worse.
-2 YOUR NODE IS RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!!!!!!!
-1 You could always cry, if you could.
[SNAKE EYES — CHECK FAILURE]
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Formidable: Success] — Calmly, the first move you have made in minutes, you turn to the nearest guard and disarm him, before knocking him out. The little man screams; there, too, is now fear in his eyes.
Cheeky, clumsy, but with a frightening intelligence to match, the Professor prefers to be kept on the down-low. Her strangely-colored eyes gleam behind her dark glasses; she can see just as well as she can write a thesis.
Help a poor woman cross the street?
You chance upon a woman carrying a frankly astounding amount of papers, books, pens, and half-graded essays, attempting to hurry across to the University.
You unlocked this card by having Route: The University available, 100+ Watchful; you unlocked this card by having no Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor.
Offer to carry her work for her:
Swoop in and politely ask to carry her supplies; surely she cannot expect to head up all of those stairs alone, perhaps?
Persuasive: 60%
+Success; a pleasant (and mentally stimulating!) walk
Your polite inquiries are subtle enough to not insult her, and in return you are allowed the luxury of carrying her heaping essay papers. You have never seen so many intriguing new grammar mistakes. The woman introduces herself when you arrive to her jumbling, expansive office.
"Thank you well for the help," says the Miscellaneous Professor. "Shall you come by later when I'm unbothered by my troublesome students? Walking is tedious; a cup of tea and a partner to match my intelligence is not. No?"
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
-Fail; she's a lot stronger than you thought...
Perhaps you insinuated something you shouldn't have. A comment on her hidden eyes, or the wobbliness of her person? Whatever it was, the woman breaks out into a frighteningly ugly laugh, and kicks at you with her free leg, sending you sprawling. Pity that University students tend to gossip...
Scandal is increasing...
Wounds are increasing...
A Visit: Office-Hours with the Professor
She seldom likes strangers, but you aren't. Drop by during her hours to have a chat, and hear some student gossip.
You unlocked this card with having Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor
Grade some papers together
She's a chatter-box at times, silent at others. Whatever she's feeling in that moment, you'll never be bored-- there's a plenitude of hidden secrets both in her words, and in her students papers...
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
You now have 70 x Whispered Hints.
You now have 30 x Cryptic Clues.
Play a round of Cricket?
You unlocked this with Counting the Days, 5; A Pocketful of Change, 4
You learn that she is a deadly hand at Cricket. Lucky for you, you were on her team up against a round of hungry-looking devils. They seem impressed by your choice of partner, but you do have to suffer through a couple of stops for a not-cucumber sandwich... You rake in the winnings from your bet afterwards.
Counting the Days is increasing...
A Pocketful of Change is increasing...
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
You now have 1 x Hell Favor.
Enlist the help of the Professor?
"I'm a deft hand at investigations," says the Miscellaneous Professor. "And I'm ambidextrous, if that adds to my argument. It should."
You unlocked this with the Jack of Smiles Case: 1; You unlocked this with having Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor...
Watchful: 40%
+Success: a startling breakthrough
Her skills are invaluable, and her words a maze of incredible leaps and daring deductions. It is a struggle to keep up, but when you do, the dots all come together. She gives you a pleasant looking stick as a gift for your ability.
The Jack of Smiles Case is increasing...
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
You now have A Purple-Ribboned Stick.
You now have 1 x Sudden lnsight .
Watchful is increasing...
+Rare success: a flash of purple behind her glasses...
You wouldn't have caught it if you weren't so skilled, yourself. But her leaps and bounds of thought and deductions come together in a strange pattern-- of someone who has done something similar before, not as the detective, but as the killer. You leave that day with an insight both into the case, and into the strange guise of the Miscellaneous Professor, plus with a pretty-looking stick.
The Jack of Smiles Case is increasing...
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
You now have A Purple-Ribboned Stick.
You now have 1 x Extraordinary Implication.
You now have 3 x Sudden Insight.
Watchful is increasing...
-Failure; er... what were you saying, again?
Her words are indecipherable; her thoughts unexplainable, and her eyes are far too distracting behind her glasses. You barely remember what exactly you discussed, only glimpses and flashes of her figure. A thoughtful looking student hands you a compilation of case-notes and the Professor's more simplified thoughts with a snooty-sounding apologetic note, but you can't help but feel that something is missing from your memory.
The Jack of Smiles Case is increasing...
Watchful is increasing...
The Professor Comes For A Favor
"Have I ever told you my name?" The Professor gives you a far-too-sharp grin. "My students call me Professor Albatross, but you may call me Fidelia. Let me call upon you, for once."
You unlocked this card with the Jack of Smiles Case, 20; You unlocked this card with having Acquaintance: the Miscellaneous Professor, 2
Let her inside, and agree;
Watchful, 50%, Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor, 50%
+Success; a deliverance?
She speaks of things you do not wish to hear, of vengeance and lost loves and things from her own forgotten past. You give her information, about Jack, about the case, but when you leave, you frankly realize that you cannot remember it at all. But she gives you a gift in return: information beyond compare.
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
You now have 2 x Antique Mystery.
You now have 10 x Romantic Notions
Watchful is increasing...
+Rare success: The Manifold Deliverance, 3% chance
For a moment, you do connect the dots. For a moment, it all comes together. For a moment, there is not the Professor, but an enigma, a maze, a puzzle and a prison, all wrapped up into the guise of a human being. You dare draw its ire by asking: what are you? But it has no ire, and it has no want, merely information.
The Professor is amused by your skill, and gives you a gift in return for the trouble of her appearance.
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is increasing...
You now have 1 x Searing Enigma.
You now have 1 x Collection of Curiosities.
Watchful is increasing...
-Failure; an ugly laugh and a slammed door.
You will most likely hear that laugh in your nightmares. She is faintly amused by your "ineptitude" and "wonders how you managed to become the detective on the case," but she does call upon you several days later for a game of Cricket and not-cucumber sandwiches. It is only afterwards that you realize that for some reason, about half of your [insert item with about 100 quantity in game] has been stolen!
Watchful is increasing...
Acquaintance: The Miscellaneous Professor is decreasing...
