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My Chaotic Interest Check

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Post-Apocalyptic/Apocalyptic World

I'm interested in this if it is still going on! seems awesome!

My Chaotic Interest Check

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【 R A T I O 】【1x1】Adv. Lit Plots & Genres

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Rags to Riches

“Brother for the love of Gott” they sighed. Pedanics that was funny. They wouldn’t laugh even though it amused them when their brother mixed up words. They didn’t want to offend their brother because them being nervous didn’t give them a right to be a dick to Rohaan. They took some deep breaths to try and calm their nerves. Well attempted to. The corset didn’t allow much air into their lungs. It had a similar feeling to having someone sat on their lungs constantly. Real problems, well Vequaniel didn’t know whether it was right to say it was a real problem. They hoped Rohaan would just drop it and forget it. It would be a last resort and a break of their moral code to make him forget. But it could be necessary. They shouldn’t think like that they shook their head trying to knock loose those bad thoughts and dispel them.

Vequaniel wished they could be as skilled as Rohaan at quick thinking. Watching Rohaan shapeshift was fascinating. It was magical to see. Why would anyone hate shapeshifters when they are that amazing. Rohaan was right, Vokurian would be perfect. No one would know what they were saying except the two of them. “Wunderbar!” they exclaimed. “Our accent is plummy” they chuckled. It was nicer than saying posh. It was but it didn’t feel right to say posh, more regal. They were grasping at straws. Luckily the internal argument was internal, thought battling it out. It was slightly amusing. It was also a good thing that the people of Galelallan were of all species. Princess Andromeda and the royal family were human. Watching Rohaan shift made them smile. Vequaniel could admit that Rohaan had impeccable taste in form. “That is perfect Rio!” they exclaimed happily.

It was another funny thing for Vequaniel, why did humans sexualise the body and make it such a taboo of nakedness. They had a theory that because of Rohaan’s clothes being organic they would respond to his body shapeshifting. So it would explain why he had the ability to change clothes as well as body. It was a far from perfect hypothesis. “Do you think Father is proud of us?” They asked. Much like a child they seeked their father’s approval. The continued approval of their father was integral. The twenty three year old adjusted their tiara and smiled. “How do I look in my outfit?” they asked. They didn’t have the luxury of being able to change shape at will. It was not their mutation. As a child their family were prided on perfectionism. Of course Vequaniel couldn’t be perfect enough so it left them a perfectionist who seeked approval of those closest to them.

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Rags to Riches

Needed info about cover story because forgetful:

Character:
Princess Andromeda Temperance of Galelallan
youngest daughter of King Regulus

Place:
Galelallan is near Eplax
Hasn't been involved in a war for a millenia
Acdani is native language
strive to teach many languages
wants to welcome as many people as possible

Rags to Riches

The younger sibling could swear that Rohaan was the only one who could look straight through them and see their soul. “Rohaan, I am fine I swear” they lied shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. Why were they so nervous? It hadn’t happened before. Usually they were cool and collected in the face of a mission. “I love your plan!” they exclaimed wanting Rohaan to stop talking and laughing. The complete juxtaposition between them was uncanny. “Do you only have the capacity to think of alcohol?” they asked, trying to not sound as unjustifiably pissed as they were. Vanquiel didn’t drink often, when they did they drank to get drunk, completely shit faced. To numb themselves. There wasn’t a way of them mediating themselves so they just decided to not drink. Their mood swings made no sense not even to them.

Practice. That would be nice. If they had the act down they may not be as nervous. They were a natural born actor but before a performance they would always doubt their abilities. “That would be splendid” they chuckled as their aristocratic accent came to the front taking center stage. They were impressed with how stealthy their brother could be, he usually was brash but when it came to this mission he had been very committed and careful. The book had been all that Vequaniel had been reading since they had started to plan this mission, this heist.

“Oh of course Lord Girard” they smiled bowing slightly to their brother who was acting as the local baron. “Galelallan is a beautiful place it is an island near to Eplax, it is ruled by my father King Regulus. It is a country of peace, we haven’t had a part in a war in almost a millenia. Our native language is Acdani though we strive to teach as many languages as possible to our natives so we can welcome as many people as possible” they had created this place with their brother in mind. “Father has told me much about this place and it is wonderfully different to Galelallan.” they hoped that Rohaan would approve their performance.

Rags to Riches

The soft sound of Rohaan sucking his teeth gave them the gut reaction of bowing their head conveying shame and a want for being forgiven. Perhaps they had gone a step too far asking their brother to change his eyes. It was just as a way of making sure they could both be safe. Humans didn’t have such culture for certain features, for they had never been persecuted for what they couldn’t control. Not just for being humans. Somehow being powerless allowed them to be at the top of society even though every other species had some sort of abilities of the supernatural. It didn’t make evolutionary sense. They would force species that didn’t look human to look more human. On an evolutionary basis, humans have wanted to evolve to be more like other species that in some cases didn’t need weapons at all and were living weapons. Being a human themselves Vanquiel still didn’t understand what could possibly have decided this sort of fate. On the other hand being a mutated human was always confusing, they didn’t always have abilities and it didn’t affect the way they looked. They were hidden in plain sight. They never had to go through what Rohaan had to. It was idiotic to try and think of themselves as such.

Vequaniel could only sympathise in regards to being hidden away. Their life may have not been ideal but slaughter was only something that they had dished out. It wasn’t a fact of life that their people would be killed. The younger listened intently to the elder wanting to be educated. The darkening tone came with waves of emotions that Vequaniel felt strangling them. They lifted their head to ease their breathing but it accomplished nothing but allowing the emotions to get a better grip of their neck. If there was one thing that they learned before being taken in by Berlin was when to hold their tongue. The human mutate never failed to get emotional when Rohaan talked of his past. It could have been that it brought up such shame when thinking of that day. The day they met Berlin. It was also the immense injustice that Rohaan faced. It was disgusting to think their kind could be so cruel. Humans could be so heartless. Of course Vequaniel knew of it but that didn’t mean they had to wear that on their sleeve. Vequaniel wondered if Rohaan knew or just ignored that they were human. Was Vequaniel the exception to the rule of hating all humans? They didn’t want to know in case it soured the relationship between the siblings. Living a lie wasn’t too hard at least when knowing the stakes. They had attempted to learn the language that was Rohaan’s mother tongue; it was only fair.
The idea of being seen as weak in their brother’s eyes allowed their jaw to clench. They knew that wasn’t exactly what he was implying but the idea of that being true hurt. They knew it was true. Pushing their limits was what they did for the greater good. At least their perceived greater good. Being scolded brought them straight back to their childhood. Their eyes closed as they listened to every word Rohaan said. Every word allowed a memory to spark. A memory that had been pushed to the back of their mind. Rohaan became silent. Vequaniel couldn’t help but wonder about when the hit was coming. Their eyes shot open and a few tears rolled down their cheeks that were quickly wiped away by a handkerchief. It was a relief that Rohaan couldn’t feel their emotions.

As Rohaan explained his plan the grip on their throat was released. They inhaled for the first time without obstruction and smiled. “That sounds like a brilliant plan brother” they exclaimed. Then they fell silent being lost for words. Not knowing what was appropriate to say in the moment. Perhaps it would be better if they stayed silent. Allow Rohaan to talk. His voice was so calming it would hopefully offset their nerves. Although he couldn’t read or write Vanquiel knew that he was smart and wasn’t just a ruffian or a hooligan. He was a multifaceted person who couldn’t be put in one box. They could recognise the skill within him.