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I caught up! Missing for two weeks, still manages to catch up on drafts. Sick. I'm here now, anyone want a thread? Thing with one of the Rox's? (Roxanne, Roxie and Roxandra for anyone confused/concerned)
“Right.” She’s not even going to pretend this other woman knows her track record for obliterating anyone in her way who’s got it in their mind to get whatever she’s taken from them back. There’s always one every once in a while by legal means or foolishly wanting to get physical and they’re always broken down by her own hand trying to rise up. If she wants to flaunt and stunt in front of a crowd of broken bodies, she’ll do it and it certainly does work. “So, tell me, do you just leave a trail of bodies everywhere you go to prevent these sorts of things? Because that’s the feel I get from you.”
"A trail? For what purpose, to follow them back home should I get lost on my travels?" A laugh, as if any word from this beast could be the funniest thing she'd ever stopped to listen to.. Like a child trying to impress someone far beyond them. "Across these stars, there exists not one trace of my destructive presence. No corpses, no witnesses, not a whisper. Though I can see my advice is wasted on you, my child. The 'feel' I get from you is that you crave attention... That leaving so many heartbeats in your wake is so that someone, anyone, remembers you. Had I a heart it would bleed for your sad being."
Noise. Anguish. Despair. Those emotions whispered temptations in her ear. She could only coddle them and hope that they brought her the comfort joy had once gave her. “You wish to know? It is like having your still beating heart parted from your chest. It is like sweet Bonitas becoming Envy.” The poison slipped passed her tongue like a weapon, eyes shining with wicked that once been absent from her face. Even in her new form, she did not like the demon that stood before her.
"Still tender I see, unable to appreciate how free this lack of compassion has made you. Bound no longer to self-imposed rules and standards for fear of 'falling'. You've hit the bottom, dearest. Embrace it."
The mention of her past brushed off like grains of sand, she was beyond that simpering spirit. She'd fallen in love with who she'd become and it worked wonders for her continued existence.
Had she continued to wallow as dearest despero did she wouldn't currently be a princess whose name was as valuable as the vast amounts of currency she held.
"Sister... Were I to lead you to a gaggle of hopeful youths, would you loose your chilly demeanor on them and not someone who cares for you? Your ice is wasted on me, you must know this."
”I realize that you’re frustrated with our ship’s procedures; trust me, I would be, too. Unfortunately, we aren’t exactly familiar with your species. We’re also trying to make sure that you are as healthy as possible. If you would like, I can bring up your complaint with the captain himself. As a nurse, I don’t hold any executive power. ”
"I am the picture of health. The combined lifespans of every being on this ship would equal a fraction of my own and I will continue to exist while you all return to dust! Fetch your captain and bring him here. I demand to be released and should he ignore my polite request once more then I will go and find him."
Exhale. Furious. She'd never been held 'prisoner' before, there were very few locations that could hold her unbridled might, she gave herself to these spacefarers of her own volition. They would do well to remember that.
{ ☩ }—; She speaks of lionesses and yet the true, prideful q u e e n whose fucking words oozed regalia, was here; tenacity BOOMING in such stone eyes wrought of fire and iron, a galaxy laid dormant within with maws that yawned universes. Jesus Christ. A chill runs down The Fighter’s spine, suddenly this corset was tighter than usual—And yet, the being doesn’t act on w a r or savagery, merely speaking to her as if she ‘twere a child of her own. “How do I know that? I…This is just a bit fucking much, toots.”
"If I were lying to you, you'd know. If I were using you, if I were misleading you, if I wanted anything from you other than the realization of your true potential you would know." A step forward, she'd spoken entire chapters toward getting this girl onto her proper path... How many more would she need to expend before they moved on? "This is nothing. You've cosmic light leaking through your eyes.. you have no understanding of 'too much'. Come with me, a day by your sun's standards, and we can test my theorem. If I am wrong, you'll be compensated for time wasted.. You've naught to lose."
The demon was torn between potential responses to all this. The woman was surrounded by grandeur. Surely she was someone of importance. And she was able to identify the demon as something unlike her. There was little sense in fooling around with her.
At least, not too much.
"I’m surprised that my reputation doesn’t precede me. That doesn’t happen much where I come from." The demon began. "But you’re right. It’s very bright out there. Very impressive too. You should be proud of this, though I don’t believe it’s entirely your doing."
"You aren’t alone, are you?" Her lips twisted up into a grin. She was out of her element, but it was best not to act like it.
A royal of foreign fame.. Or a fool with her head among the stars. Both were as dust to the might of Roxanne's cosmic nation, but only one would close any potential dealings with an indigenous nation. The singularity held her head high, gazing upon this creature and her words with a practiced scrutiny.
"The lights that illuminate the Celestial Viaduct are remnants of my ancestors. Sections of their beings, burning eternally to light the way for those of us yet to be extinguished.."
'Of ash and deceit, I name you...'
Roxanne turned on her heels, gesturing to her right as if to spur the female along. She'd come all this way, the palace was only a few paces further, why dally in this revered mausoleum?
"I often travel alone, my dear. There is no sound sweeter than silence, I've found.. Would you care for some sort of fanfare to mark your arrival? Has your anonymity soured your visit?"
"The second? I suppose I should be so delighted to hear such high praises,” she replied with a chuckle. Flattery was not a concept with which she was unfamiliar; many would seek to get everywhere with her influence, and the woman before her was no different.
Madame de Fer gazed amusedly upon she who sought her apprenticeship with her, the Court Mage to the Orlesian Empire. All sought something beyond what they told; Vivienne would know, for she was no different. At the very least she could see that the noble of Starwell had impeccable taste in picking out the absolute best.
"I should like to know what exactly it is you offer to benefit me from any sort of partnership; nevertheless, we get ahead of ourselves. Would a name not be appropriate before we speak at all of accommodations of a long-term sort?”
"I think any in this world would be delighted to hear flattery from these lips.. 'tis not often I breathe out anything of the sort."
Truly, she hadn't complimented a single soul since she'd occupied Roxandra's skin. Well, she'd complimented none and meant it, of course.
"Well, I think that all depends on what it is you value the most, Madame. A successor to your longstanding claim as First- Or should that be Grand Enchanter now that Fiona has fallen. A diplomat to islands that Thedas has no control over under your tutelage... A mistake spoken to me by Dagna, but one that did inhabit my thoughts: A daughter of sorts."
Smile. She was playing a game that had potential to turn dangerous very quickly. Rising from her leaning position, she danced closer to the knight, fingers drumming along the hem of her corset dress.
"The people of Sky's Hold have taken to calling me Lumina. A reference I've yet to fully grasp, but please dear lady, call me Roxandra. Roxandra Astrazephyr, daughter of Duchess Astrazephyr so on and so forth, you know how dull titles are."
I had forgotten Roxanne existed until about two minutes ago.
Oh man, I have a lot to catch up on.
He wasn’t nearly as offended as he might have been expected to be. Everything he did, every choice he made and every path he took, was carefully structured— Reading a newspaper was no different.
“Newspapers cover localised news. It’s not fun, it’s important.”
Because if he was to turn a blind eye to the information being put out in the city, he ran the chance of unsightly attention in the form of the police. Or worse. But that goes unsaid, dismissed without further explanation because no further explanation is really needed. If she would question him, he would simply lie if it meant protecting himself.
For some reason, he really didn’t think she’d ask too much anyway. Weird tastes. Those words, again, stuck in his head as if they were far more decisive than he realised. What kind of weird tastes could a girl like her have? He had his own, of course, but those were likely far from the interests that she was talking about.
“Fair enough. You’re a stranger to the city and her secrets. There are some bad people that might try to hurt an innocent girl like yourself. Rapists, robbers, serial killers—- It’s a crazy world we live in, isn’t it?”
His gaze flickered to his paper, lingering on a headline discussing ‘Missing Girls in Morioh!” for but a moment before returning to her with a quirked brow.
“I don’t care about money.”
A pause. Truly, all he really cared about was living a nice, quiet life somewhere away from those that wished to interfere with such. That included her, strictly speaking. Her presence was a variable that threatened to overthrow the balanced life he lived— But even still, perhaps accepting her offer could be of some benefit to him. Perhaps, if things went wrong, he could simply walk away with his bag heavier than before and a woman to keep him company…
“Fine. I’ll accept your deal on the condition that you don’t endanger my life in any sense of the word. I don’t know what kind of ‘out of the ordinary' things you're planning on doing, but I will not hesitate to walk away if you place my pursuit of happiness at risk.”
What he meant by that is simple: If he feared personal injury or, though unlikely, imprisonment, he would not by pleased. And despite his well-groomed, polite image, he was not one to make an enemy out of. Nevertheless, he took her hand in his, taking careful note of the way her skin felt against his.
The distinction between 'fun' and 'important' was lost on Roxie. That was just gross grown-up doublespeak and she would not take part in it. What was important was having fun, what was fun was being important. Backward 'S-City' customs were far beyond her.
Whatever.
This was turning out really well though, she was having something like fun. The planning, the anticipation, the worrying and the scheming.. This was just like one of her video games, meeting a plot important NPC and teaming up for some stalwartly sin and good times?
She should've gotten a dark red glow about her just for talking to this guy. She imagined he'd be quite upset when she forcibly transferred that red aura to him as well.
"Yeah, the 'rapists', 'robbers', and 'serial killers' of this city will not know just who the fuck they're trying to hurt, swoodie. My potential bodyguard is something of a badass, so I've dreamt up. This world, and all of its crazy, wants very little to do with me and mine."
Would it be irresponsible to say she was a wild child? Born and bred for the destruction of those that do little to interest her or her wallet, she was a curiosity and a child of chaos and wow, he was a good guy. Don't care about the money? Truly mindblowing shit happening here.
"Hey, big spender. You don't have to tell me twice. No money for you, no life endangering for you, no nonsense for you and I get a nice protection plan for my time in this crazy world I'm visiting.
I believe, we've an accord."
Hand shake! Deal struck, gold mined, blah blah.. now they can get to the fun part of the night, the violent and wet destruction of the destitute and the dumb.
"To begin on this wild night out I'll ask two things from you, my dear. The first is something to call you by.. 'Darling' works wonders for me, but I doubt you'd turn your head each time I utter the word. I'm Roxie, but for some semblance of professionalism, I'll ask you to call me 'ma'am'. 'Miss' if you're feeling cheeky..
Second, and way more importantly, the poor side of town? A pointed finger or a cardinal direction would be lovely."
Serenity exhibits from that graceful smiling, all-knowing of the omnipotent femme and the ferocious tenacity that surged within such a gellid glare that grazed the angel’s heart with frosted tips that nipped and snipped. But she does not falter in her hospitality nor kindness. For she was shown none, albeit now, do unto others as you would unto yourself.
A soft tinkling, bells, that chime in the distance as she flutters over to the other’s side with haste. “The earth is merely laying on your back. For you carry the world, don’t you?” A small comment that she understood yet, there was more to this lady than perceived.
”Perhaps you are hungry? Famished? Are you wounded anywhere?”
She was too pleasant, this conceptual beast.. Too much up, not a moment's share of down and it irked the fatalistic singularity beyond thresholds she was capable of reaching today. Where was her fire? The cold heat she needed to do away with this...
Eyebrow raised, she raised herself up on her elbows, fitting the fool with the same vicious stare she'd summoned upon her arrival.
"I carry more than this world, more than what concepts can circulate in your serotonin saturated skull. I am more than the folly countless generations on this planet have-"
Flashes of fire, her skull being split open, seven bolts of blazing mithril through her shell's cervical vertebrae.. Pain, oh how she disagreed with the concept. Debilitating, confusing.. Dropped her back onto the warm earth, speech of self-importance forgotten in lieu of continued discomfort.
Go away.. Leave her to her agony in peace.
"My wounds are internal, the pain merely temporary. An hour beneath your star and I will recover."
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send me ”#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: → what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone. → what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone. → what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone. → my muse’s last text to your muse.
I'm gonna get started on writing Human!Roxie's history (Finally) and in the mean time: Starters, anyone?
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