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THE GLORY 더 글로리 (2022- ) Dir. Ahn Gil Ho

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with the scarf partially obscuring their vision, the mercenary firmly remained on the fringes, taking in each and every detail of the scene before them. faces, names, movements, tributes — it was almost second nature to remain vigilant, ready to strike at the slightest sign of uncertainty. this place was still new; and as such, there was pressure to gain their footing, before they were swept up a game they were ill prepared for.

but participation in this particular event held no interest to them. ( for what god had intervened when they'd pleaded for assistance? how many turned a blind eye to their suffering? where were they?) if anything, akane deemed it an opportunity to count through how many placed their faith into something—or to be exact, someone—who could aid them in their quest for glory, wealth or whatever they blinded assumed to be granted.

plenty, she counted. plenty—except for one.

dark eyes narrowed, briefly, at the figure before her, contemplating whether a conversation was worthy of her time, her attention. a pause, then: "do you not intend to join them?" a prying question, but one posed innocently enough. here, they'd decide if they had a potential acquaintance or enemy in their wake.

open starter ;  location ; thingstead, great pyre

smoke had replaced the scent of salt, a fact that aegir was not glad of, as he sat on the edge of the crowds around the great pyre — watching as wishful warriors tossed their tributes into the flames. he had not come to seek the favor of the gods — these were not the gods he prayed to, not the gods he sacrificed to. he prayed to the gods of the sea — and the god of vengeance — and his sacrifice was blood spilled.

it always sufficed. 

no, he sat here for the same reason he had agreed to attend the thingstead in the first place. not for favor from the gods, or the clans, or even for a care about the next high jarl. this was for the benefit of proximity, like lambs to a slaughter. he came, and he sat, to watch. to observe. like a snake waiting in the grass, looking for the right moment to strike. 

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(  demi-woman  /  she/they  )  a  [  sonoya  mizuno  ]  lookalike  has  arrived  in  myrkvjord,  stepping  onto  the  deck  of  [  whoever  pays  nicely  ],  their  reputation  either  preceding  them  or  waiting  to  be  made. [  akane  “the  fury”  horikawa  ]  has  survived  [  thirty  eight  ]  years,  and  their  name  is  already  whispered  in  ports,  feared  by  traders,  or  cursed  by  the  clans. Some  call  them  [  brutal  ],  others  say  they  are  [  observant  ],  but  one  thing  is  certain—their  fate  is  bound  to  the  sea. With  their  influence  growing,  they  are  set  to  either  rule  the  waves  or  sink  beneath  them. You  might  know  them  as  a  [  wandering  mercenary  ],  but  soon  enough,  they  will  be  remembered  as  more.

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“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.”

— Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love (The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories)

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“I will take fate by the throat; it will never bend me completely to its will.”

— Ludwig van Beethoven (via 8w7intj)

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Sonoya Mizuno as Betsy in The Domestics (2018)