=> Infiltrate Derse.
You sigh and look down at the floor, wondering what to say next. You may want to lighten the mood, even if it was just a bit. You shifted your glasses, stood up, and held out your hand.
“Shall we shake on a truce of some sorts? If you do my mind, of course. I simply do not want any blood on this floor, be it yours or mine. Crimson is awful on this shade of purple.”
That sounded more morbid than needed be. You may have been shaking, only a little, at the fear of what she would do. She could have another gun. She could have concealed it well. But, you have this mutual semi-trust… But that’s what’s eating you, perhaps.
You shift a little awkwardly where you sit, frowning a little, and nod, standing up and smoothing out your (technically her) skirt. Meeting her eyes through those dark shades, you somehow wish you could read her expression, her sincerity.
“A truce, then. Even if it’s just between us, as it were.”
You don’t have another gun - you’d not intended on letting it slip that you were able to dual-wield weapons in a country where everyone and their brother was armed. Oh, well. Not like it mattered right now.
You take her hand in yours and shake it, once, not sure if you should really be worried about her at all. She did have that katana after all, and you weren’t the best (read: you’re actually pretty terrible) at fending off bladed attacks.
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golgothastits replied to your post: Wait.
And this is the part where i start apologizing like a madwoman and informing you that i WILL NOT die no matter what my opponent seems to think.Oh, you better not. There will be nothing more devastating than that.
Do you know how worried I am? Actually, you know what? Fuck that. If you get a single prominent cut, I will have the desire to murder you.
Jesus dick.
I intend on getting the bloody hell out of here in one piece no need to worry.
Although whenever someone says that there always IS a reason to worry but regardless. Dont mind me i seem to be rambling goodness.
Just dont fret too much about me love. Even if i dont come out of this the victor itll be okay.
Silver Division First Round : Terioso Retges vs Jessica English
The sendificatior hums to life for a moment and the two contestants appear on the main arena floor, in the middle of one of the eight platforms. The battle has began, who will make the first move?
you jump a bit when you appear in the arena. you take out your iron skillets and study the platform and your opponent. A human an oddly familiar human. oh she looks like the jake human.you take a defensive stance. This was going to be fun.
You try not to jump when you’re transported, the metaphorical dust clearing to reveal the platform and your opponent. You spin a pistol over your fingers, for once not derping through the motion, and take up a defensive posture of your own, backing off some. She appeared to have some sort of skillet; not much in the way of a weapon, but okay.
[ and then i was bored.
go ahead and assault my askbox.
prompts, commands, headcanons, anything—
also, like this if you want to rp or something.
i’m up for just about anything right now ]
↖ has insecurity issues and thinks all of you are too quality to interact with someone like me
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=> Infiltrate Derse.
You nod at that. “Dior, then. It shouldn’t matter, but I like to be positive about certain things.” You rejoin her at the table, running a hand through your hair once to make sure it wasn’t sticking up and shit.
You study her expression for a second and lean your chin on your hands, thinking it over. “The White Queen. Joan’s far too gentle-natured to suggest anything of this sort, but— nevermind, I digress. The Queen made the assumption that taking out a political figure would make Prospit less of a laughingstock, as it were. Make us seem less harmless.”
You pause, gathering your thoughts. You didn’t need to give her much detail, so that felt a bit of a relief. Shifting where you sit, you straighten your posture. Might as well try to seem more proper.
You frown. Naturally, that woman would be so straight-forward.
“You do realize I may be one of the only people who can bring us to peace, correct?” you remove your hands from your face, “If I were to die, Prospit and Derse wouldn’t just be war enemies, Propsit wouldn’t just be a so-called ‘laughingstock’, our kingdoms would be destroyed and… decay over the years.”
It was all so stressful for you. You devised so many plans, thought of so many things to keep peace. And you happened to be a dire part of all of those plans. You had to be. Rubbing at your temples, you sigh.
“I can’t let my death occur anytime soon. Nobody can.”
“I hadn’t the slightest… I’m so very sorry.”
You wrinkle your nose, your own expression falling into a frown. She’d been the one holding everything together, despite how the seams on the ceasefire had been, more or less, falling apart. You nod and stay silent, keeping your eyes trained on hers. And here you are, essentially a pawn of the White Queen, having given up your so-called assassination mission. You want to do something to help, but that’d essentially be betraying your kingdom.
That’s neither here nor there, however.
