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@fortuniis liked! / cristoforo & delfina!

"I don't get you," the child says from her rickety wooden perch, looking down at the man. What she means, of course, is I don't like you. Phrolova has her playing a normal little girl today, so the mayhem's been postponed; Fina spent most of the day in the Black Alley, playing at being a homeless orphan beggar and gathering up information that only the truly poor have access to. "Do you even have a goal? It always just seems like you're playing." It's annoying. SHE BELIEVES IN THE END THE FRACTSIDUS PROMISES. People like him — who seem like they only pretend — piss her off.

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@songsofreason : "I won't say it again: leave it." (idk dealers choice im so sorry for making u pick every time) / accepting!

Her growl is soft but still audible, and despite the bloodied sword in her hand ( the real one, her own blood still in her body instead of weaponized in her palm ) she seems very much like the teenager she is. It's almost a petulant sound. It's true that the low - level bandits they'd happened across aren't worth either of their time, nor are they at the level that Danjin typically bothers with, but if they're here anyway...why not just wipe them out?

"Don't know why," she mutters, practically pouting now, though she isn't taking a step back towards the haphazard base. "It'd take ten minutes top, even if you don't help."

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@rt0001 : ❛ listen. it’s cute how you skip around preaching about your god, but i really couldn’t give a shit. i don’t believe in anything outside of myself and my own power. ❜ / naroom and pheebs

She does not skip! Much. It's not doing her any favors that, once the shock passes, she feels herself pouting, cheeks puffed out and flushed with anger. Phoebe — unlike some of her fellows — doesn't look down on those without religion, but neither is she often exposed to such blatant rejection on the grounds of her faith, let alone with outright blasphemy attached. She's offended, feels wrong - footed, feels the need to defend herself and her savior. She feels NAIVE as she often does anymore.

"Hmph." Her arms cross and she turns from the other, flush fading somewhat as she gets her metaphorical feet under her. "Those who are truly confident in their abilities rarely feel the need to put others down to prop up their own egos." The insecurity is palpable. Phoebe is aware she should feel pity more than anger, and she will, soon. But she doesn't this second.

—— She feels concern, first, once she stops feeling indignant on behalf of her silent god and the order that saved her. She's been told the pilgrimages have been stopped, which is a quiet kind of relief, but still...she's known people punished quite harshly for softer kinds of blaspheming. She looks back to the other, brows still furrowed. "You shouldn't talk like that so near the city. If you're caught, the Order...we can't allow heresy." Let alone in the current climate.

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COMMIT ABLEISMS UPON ME FOR THE BIT

THIS GUY TELLING ME I DIDNT COMMIT BY NOT MAKING THE FORMATTING HELLISH TO READ WHEN I WAS LIKE WHATS THE PT IF U CANT EVEN READ IT SMH

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my friends are so funny

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........Anyway.

The Rover's eyes can be many things. They can be flat and bored. They can glow with warm affections and love. They can be hard with protective care. Now, they are blank, perilous and feverish and strange. The threat is clear in those eyes, even before she speaks. "I don't know what I'm capable of. Neither do you." The words are soft, somehow, like the air rushing around a body as it falls from a great height. The next words are as unyielding as the impact, though : "Do you want to find out together?"

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The Rover's eyes can be many things. They can be flat and bored. They can glow with warm affections and love. They can be hard with protective care. Now, they are blank, perilous and feverish and strange. The threat is clear in those eyes, even before she speaks. "I don't know what I'm capable of. Neither do you." The words are soft, somehow, like the air rushing around a body as it falls from a great height. The next words are as unyielding as the impact, though : "Do you want to find out together?"

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How strange. It rarely breaks like this. Perhaps the cracks are old and only now surfacing, she supposes as she falls. Shorekeeper gazes down at her leg and the long crack across it...and the significant chunk of crystal that's fallen clean away from her body. Where that chunk once was is a gap of bright, sea - blue stone. "Ah...I see." The missing piece is as large as its palm when it picks it up. Too large to repair immediately, let alone without any fresh and functioning energy crystals. And yet...without being able to stand, getting back to those crystals will be a challenge.

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@fortuniis : "be careful: it sleeps, but it lives." cristoforo to phoebe / accepting!

Imperator hasn't visited her dreams in quite some time. She's prayed and prayed, but there's no answer in her thoughts or the sea. It must be her fault —— the Sentinel must sense her growing doubt, in the Order if not in Them. The silence must be a punishment. Phoebe doesn't know how to earn forgiveness, least of all while questions still press at her skull.

It's another prayer, late into the night, the cathedral empty aside from a few stragglers and the Acolyte, knelt in silent intercession before Imperator's statue. A voice sounds behind her, "Be careful : it sleeps, but it lives." She young woman, squeaks, eyes widening as she scrambles to stand and spin to see the —— not - quite - stranger. She's seen him around the city. She's seen him here, in glimpses, even speaking to the Primus. Phoebe is a doubting Acolyte, and so it isn't her place to know or wonder, but she does. ( another sin. )

"Ah — excuse me, you startled me." She laughs sheepishly, cheeks flushing, eyes lowering. The words process, finally, and she casts a glance back to the statue. A poet, she thinks...? They always say such stranger things. Sleeping, but living. That would be nice. If They were neglecting her simply due to rest. She feels herself slipping into the Good Acolyte Script in lieu of knowing how else to reply. "Um — are you here to pray, too? Th - The Sentinel always hears us, even if..." She finds her footing, smile going a little warmer, "They're sleeping."

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while she's incredibly powerful, the fractsidus regularly use delfina to accomplish goals outside of simple battle. she's fourteen years old and looks younger, so she can easily disappear into places where an adult would draw attention — she's played serving girl, helpless wanderer, street urchin...the list goes on. she finds the acting a lot of fun, but she's embarrassed to admit it, so she always pretends she finds these assignments annoying.

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feeby chuupi

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"Not one of them." It's, again, not a question, but this time there's a quiet threat. IF I FIND OUT YOU'RE ONE OF THEM, YOU'LL BE LESS MAN, MORE MEAT, JUST LIKE THESE CORPSES. The sword dissipates, some of the blood slithering back into the wound on her arm / most of it drops onto the grass, blending with the other blood and feeding the earth. Something about losing the sword seems to change the killer; her head rights itself, blue eyes widen and then close, brow furrowed as if with a headache. Then she's back, eyes open. No light, still, but they're not so feverish. "They're bandits," she says blandly, like that explains it. Now that she's waking back up she feels the need to justify the slaughter, even to one who — clearly — could not care less. "They traffic people. Mostly children." A soft, tinny laugh, as her eyes sweep over her handiwork. "I guess they don't anymore."

Vergil toes aside a freshly discarded corpse without fully raising his head to look at the girl-killer, crimson smearing on already bloodied grass. He won't say he particularly knows much about teen girls and their dispositions, but most girls he knows are also kind of fucking crazy, they had/have to be to survive, so he's not really inclined to think much of Danjin's behavior beyond the obvious, but it's not of concern to him. He loses himself to the thrill of the battle too. Fighting is fun for him. "Passing by." He responds with equal bluntness, fully pushing the person-turned-meat out of his way, eyes sliding over each corpse in turn. No survivors. Naturally. But--and this is the important part--there's little style to the kills too, just pure brutality. What a waste of such a fascinating sword.

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

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The Rover's eyes can be many things. They can be flat and bored. They can glow with warm affections and love. They can be hard with protective care. Now, they are blank, perilous and feverish and strange. The threat is clear in those eyes, even before she speaks. "I don't know what I'm capable of. Neither do you." The words are soft, somehow, like the air rushing around a body as it falls from a great height. The next words are as unyielding as the impact, though : "Do you want to find out together?"

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How strange. It rarely breaks like this. Perhaps the cracks are old and only now surfacing, she supposes as she falls. Shorekeeper gazes down at her leg and the long crack across it...and the significant chunk of crystal that's fallen clean away from her body. Where that chunk once was is a gap of bright, sea - blue stone. "Ah...I see." The missing piece is as large as its palm when it picks it up. Too large to repair immediately, let alone without any fresh and functioning energy crystals. And yet...without being able to stand, getting back to those crystals will be a challenge.

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Acolytes are hardly high ranking — but still, everyone knows of recent events, Order or no. Blasphemy, destructive to all the Sentinel is and all the Order claims to know / blasphemy that sounds so much like the glimpses of can't - be - truths that Phoebe has seen again and again and again since the Rover arrived. And prior to that, if she's honest with herself.

So when her staff takes her down from the skies to the roof and she recognizes the stranger, sunset eyes widen and lips part and she says, reflexively, "you can't —" The song is beautiful. And the Order is —— her home, the only ones who ever chose her. "I — miss, I must..." A beat. Her shoulders square. "You should leave, miss. It's not safe here for you to be in the city."

DESPITE HER RECENT 'UPGRADE' IN STATUS AS WANTED CRIMINAL, this wandering bard could be found sitting on the edge one of ragunna city's towering roofs overlooking the idyllic refuge, harmonizing with the SONG coming from a nearby aria mummer.

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i find it FASCINATING that phoebe has voicelines abt brant and roccia. obviously she has no idea what the troupe actually is ( that's to say a collection of people, including children, who were sent to their deaths by the order ) but that just brings up its own questions. anyway i think someone should invite pheebs to the elysium and just see how that goes