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Being a self-aware tsundere is like, the worst kind of tsundere. ESPECIALLY if they're one of those violent ones from the 2000s era like Louise or Shana or some shit. Who the fuck would beat the shit out of someone then be like "haha uwu i'm such a tsun desu you baka" and then go all >.< :P on your ass
Tsundere types have to be played straight IMO
which self-aware tsundere hurt you
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By it being 3am and the last three pages being a mix of shitposting and the occasional CS. But no, you're right.
plz forgive me aviaire
of course, all is forgiven
all done~~ let me know if anything needs changing!
edits: revised persona ablities
edits: revised persona ablities
back from the dead to say i'm interested in this, gonna try and get something together soon!!
ℙreparations
The only things in the sky were the shining sun and the faint wisps of clouds from the last time it had rained. But that was long ago, because the ground was dry and the lively streets filled with chatter and light. It was chilly, though not unpleasantly so. Yet another afternoon in Dalris, its golden beaches and verdant fields basking in the light, blowing in the breeze.
And still. Even still. Not a single resident of the Dalris Manor was outside. The hushed voices from the private office of Lord Dalris rose each second.
“Maybe it’s a mistake. The North doesn’t want conflict!”
“Yes they do, Alfonse. They declared war on us last week.”
“We’re an important strategic point. We’ll be safe.”
“No we won’t, Alfonse. They’ll set us ablaze and keep marching to Croania. We’re right next to Kothlin. Our heads might as well be up in Redline right now, it wouldn’t change the result.
“Then what do we do, Cass?”
The two shared a look. A desperate look. Cassandra let out a sob, collapsing further into her seat. The paperwork piled higher and higher on their desks, blocking what little light was trying to come through the window. A week left to live, and that was all they could do. Sign forms. Alfonse answered his own question, staring at the door with the eyes of a doomed man.
“Send a letter to Croan.”
“We- we did that. No response… yet.”
“Then, we wait.”
It was Elise’s birthday soon. She’d been preparing for months. She’d picked out her favourite restaurant, reserved the entire thing, for her first family dinner in years. It might have been a decade since the last time. She couldn’t even remember when it was.
But it didn’t matter! Because in just a few hours, the counter could reset and she could have a relaxing day out with her parents. Elise didn’t think either of them had had a relaxing day since the last time either. It would do them some good. She’d split her paperwork with Leras (who had been hesitant to help out, but Elise told her she could have the evening off) to get it done early, and she skipped down the corridor, right down to the end of the hall, where the main office stood.
...
“What do you mean no?” she’d screamed when the door was slammed in her face.
“We’ll arrive in five minutes, boss.”
“Yes, I can tell from the fact that Dalris Manor is right in front of us,” the dry tone of Cedric Immolis was hard to hear over the wind, but Lorise’s ears were finely tuned to it. Mainly so that she could ignore it, but it was a useful skill nonetheless.
“And then? Are we just waiting for Kothlin to come and kill us?”
“I’m glad you’re catching on quickly,” Cedric said, squinting at the figure walking out of the manor. “Lord Dalris will refuse to leave until the very end, so even if this’ll be Kothlin’s land in the end we can try to salvage their lives. No doubt they’ll have appealed to Croan for support, so if we can hold off until they come, even better.”
“Support? What, from Pachel?”
No reply. The two urged their wyverns into descent, the silence continued as the wind picked up. Then it stopped, their landing smooth as always and only a light breeze remaining. Elise Dalris stood at the door, eyes bloodshot and puffy, but smiling wide.
“You came,” she said, voice strained. “Please, come on in.”
« « August Lacey » »
@SilverPaw | Reagan Gideon Breckenridge, @xia | Feier Fiammetta
"My- my kid?" August said. "No! No way! I would- I would never-"
He looked at AJ. He didn't that old, but he couldn't have been young enough to be his kid. Or did it seem that way? Did August seem like a father figure to these people? Well, he was pretty sure he was older than Feier and Reagan, but it didn't seem enough to justify it. Even then, he was sure he could do a good job at-
August cleared his throat. "Girlfriend? You've been busy already, haven't you?" he said, sliding back into his regular tone of voice. The mention of 'bloodthirsty savage' was a bit worrying, he'd have thought Reagan would have a few more standards, but who was he to judge? It was just differences in taste. "To the dorms, then?"
To get to their dorm, they went down some stairs.
And some more.
Even more.
August's face fell as soon as he saw the door. He hadn't been expecting much, but he couldn't quite tell if they had accidentally taken a wrong turn and found the boiler room. To his disappointment, opening the door, it looked like a dorm room. About as far detached from a dorm room you could get while still calling it that, but it was a dorm room. There were beds- no, mattresses, miscellaneous furniture and it looked like an absolute state. He considered crying.
"Well, nothing a bit of cleaning couldn't fix," August laughed, holding open the door for his companions. "Right?" Then again, for reassurance. "Right?"
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ
It was going to rain tomorrow.
Alastair huffed, slumping into his seat. In front of him, his usual ritual was set out on the table. A pendulum suspended above intricate circles and patterns carved into a sheet of metal, worn down with age, but still fully intact. All sorts were around the table and on top of the sheet, from candles to wood to a cup of tea - no, that was just part of his breakfast. The second day of Aburand, rain. It might even continue to the third as well, and the clouds would ruin the Celebration of Stars. What horrid luck.
Then there was the matter of that new settlement. No doubt they'd be celebrating among themselves. Alastair might not have even found out about them if not for that white-haired explorer they'd sent out to the area. He was grateful, though. The food he got from going down to visit was substantially better than anything else he'd been eating for the last...
How long had he been there, anyway?
Alastair peeled himself off of his chair, moving to leave the room and then the tower. He really ought to get more windows. It was so stuffy. He pulled on his thick black cloak, beginning to go down the stairs. There wasn't much reason for wearing it, but it had been left for him and so he felt obligated to wear it when he good. And he did enjoy the mystery that came with it. It was fun to see the village people on edge.
"I am making my exit!" Alastair declared to absolutely no one. "I will be back in... I will be back!" The wolf didn't seem to be around. She liked to come and go. Much like him, really. Down the stairs he went, it was quite a walk, but after decades he had mastered the most efficient way to descend. From there, it was even longer to make his way to Hillhaven. But it was early, and there wasn't a whole lot else to do. He gathered everything else he might need, a bag, some money, whatever food he had left, and began the journey at a comfortable pace.
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪʟʟʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʀᴏᴀᴅ // @Scarlet Loup
It was still morning when he arrived. It was pure luck. Time wasn't something he often thought about, not until the village's presence had forced him to keep track of the date. But in the tower where most of the light was from candles, concepts like waking up in the morning were worthless. Alastair operated whenever he wanted.
As he made his way down the street, he received a few odd looks, and gave some in return. It seemed like people were slowly becoming more accustomed to his presence. The strange man who would come for a few days every so often, haunting the streets like a ghost. What would it take to have those sorts of rumours? He thought they might be fun.
First on the agenda was to get himself a room at the inn for the next few days. He might as well stay for the Celebration of Stars. With minimal trouble (he was still getting used to where everything was in town was), he finally got to the inn, only to see a small crowd of people standing outside of it. It was no surprise, because good lord, was that what he thought it was? Alastair did a double take. No, the inn could wait. He wanted one of those scales.
Now, as someone with a deep and vast knowledge of social situations, he knew he couldn't just walk up and take one. He couldn't walk up and ask for one either, walking up in general would be a bit odd. So he would find out more, and then he would get his scale. What better place to start than with the very man staring at the lizard man? He shuffled across the street.
"Good day," he called out to the doctor. "Staring, are we?" And without even waiting for a response, he continued, pointing a pale finger out towards the inn, speaking quickly. "Do you know who that is? When did it get here? How old is it? Where does it live? Where is it staying?"
« « August Lacey » »
"Oh, well, if you say so," August said, frowning. This boy was quite short, wasn't he? Not just in stature, but in speech as well. "I am-" he started, before he was interrupted by Reagan's lookalike, who then proceeded to introduce himself as Reagan. At his side was the girl who was the splitting image of Feier, and based off of what Reagan followed up with, it wasn't too far fetched to assume that she was her. He stood there and blinked for a second, trying to process what had just happened and unsure of what to say.
"Yes- yes, I'm August," He cracked a nervous smile. "August from the Institute, who got expelled. That's me. I really didn't expect to see you two here, you know," he said, laughing. "And we're all in a room together! Oh, that'll be great! I haven't seen you two in what- forever?"
August thought about what it would be like to share a room with a prankster and a pyromaniac. Not very good was his immediate conclusion. At the very least, he'd like a nice room.
(Considering the last thing he was told before he left was that his mother refused to spend any more money on him, that was kind of a toss up.)
« « August Lacey » »
@stone | AJ Underfoot
"Oh, you're a student?" August said, laughing nervously. His eyes flicked over the gardens for somewhere to run off to. He'd messed up a bit. He put another cookie into his mouth to buy himself some time, to think about a good save. "I knew that. I was just joking, yeah?" Nailed it.He waved his hand dismissively, flashing AJ his most charming smile. He liked to think it was pretty good. The girls at the Institute liked it, at any rate. Even if they tended to avoid him for his problematic reputation. "Great to meet you. Thanks for the save, AJ." He stopped for a second and blinked. "Hey, does that stand for something? Like, you know. OJ is orange juice. Unless you're... apple juice? Is that a name? Is that your name?"
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