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faderift2019-05-15 11:04 am
faderifting) wrote in faderift2019-05-15 11:04 am
Entry tags:
- ! open,
- alexandrie d'asgard,
- bastien,
- benedict quintus artemaeus,
- darras rivain,
- isaac,
- julius,
- kostos averesch,
- matthias,
- nell voss,
- wysteria de foncé,
- yseult,
- { anders },
- { athessa },
- { charles vane },
- { ilias fabria },
- { kenna carrow },
- { lakshmi bai },
- { leander },
- { magni an forleif o talonhold },
- { thor }
EVENT: TRUTH BOMB
WHO: Anyone
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.
It’s an ordinary day—so not a very pleasant one. The weather is dreary and muggy, and the day’s lunch is a soup that’s a little too watery and bland. The griffons are being their usual level of noisy and swoopy. The work is its usual level of urgent and difficult.
But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.
Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.
The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.
A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.
But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.
Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.
The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.
A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.
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At least he seems angrier with his circumstances, perhaps even himself, than he is with her. "...especially not when we're at war."
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"You are right, of course. You are the heir of your House, and no matter how I have come to cherish and admire it, the luxury of being genuine is..." She sighs and looks down at her hands where they are folded in her lap. "I have abandoned my duty to my people, being so swept up in finally having it for myself. Become sloppy. Reckless. A step behind."
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And not in a way he enjoys for its own sake, he finds-- but because it was all a sheen, she's truly no better than anyone.
A small smile twitches onto Bene's face, and if one squints, it could be called sympathetic.
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An opening, yes, and one she had been hoping for, but it comes with the weary expectation that to keep it she may have to endure the teeth of a puppy sunk into her ear once in a while. Benedict has changed some, as she has, but despite the enforced humbling of circumstance—or perhaps because of it—she thinks the hunger to play and win at being courtier still gnaws in him.
She smiles back, small and made furtive and grateful for the chance at some mending, and keeps the wariness to herself.