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“That's why you're cool, Little Prince. Gimmie some paw.” She holds up her palm to Mydei for high fives. “Everybody knows, Calamity gods rules and Creation gods drools!”
"you want to know how to see through cipher's illusions? sorry, calamity god secrets."
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all the mydeis under this post. congrats gang, we made it real.
❝ I'm the great hero of Okhema, the De~liv~erer of Amphoreus~ ❞
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he's got a sadness about him you only see in catholic stained glass windows
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“Destiny isn't chosen.”
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cipher has my heart. boop the heart if you're interested in a starter. i care not for the amphoreus story. i'll put her in belobog idc. she is now in rwby. i'm the captain now.
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don't be nervous. after all, it'll be gone in the blink of an eye!
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My first Cipher headcanon is calamity gang is the best the calamity gods minor divinities cannot directly influence each other. This is how Mydei can always tell the truth of Cipher's illusions, and how both Mydei and Cipher cannot die by Castorice's touch. Cipher cannot be crazed by strife also. Calamity gang rise.
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With cute purple cate ear acessories dawned atop her head to blend in with her hair does Cassie give Cipher a small and shy little ❝ Nya … ~ ❞
The Trickster's grey ears wiggle upon hearing the shy little call and Cipher turns to Castorice, her tail flicking out pleasantly. Cipher smiles at Castorice, almost charmed by the purple cat ears. Cute ... but nobody escapes Cipher's games.
❝Princess Cassie, my, my, my~ The mouth on you~ That's one gold coin in the swear jar.❞ Cipher's tail holds up a bottle to the princess and it jingles the swear jar. She could convince the Demi-God of Death her innocent little nya could be understood as a curse words in feline and nyanko.
❝Don't do the crime if you can't pay the fine~ Hehe~❞
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Ciphainon breaks the illusion with a tail drooping with disappointment. She wanted to keep acting as the hero, but it's curtains for this performance. Oh well. In a poof of smoke, Cipher drops the illusion and zooms with lightening speed, sitting in a bench in the other end of the courtyard, stretching her arms over her head as she relaxes.
❝Hmm~ Slow Tuesday, ❞ she hums and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and setting her chin in her palms.
❝I wouldn't dare steal anything with your face, or Lady Goldweaver will hang me from threads so high. Yeah, your face is … exactly the hero type.❞
Cipher wouldn't want to ruin that reputation. She's watched the same epic play from the theater many times over, of the heroes and savers, but none shine like Phainon.
He wasn't going to let her win. He told himself. Because he was sure she was just trying to get a reaction out of him. "Very funny, Cipher but why are you mimicking me? It's not like you can just steal things under people's noses when your copying me."
Can she?
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❝ I see someone's having fun~ ❞ Ciphainon copies his exact body motion, voice sliiighty with more whine.
"I see someone's having fun." He's just going to pretend he wasn't offended by the reason.
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