Vashonn

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

@Saber Been rather busy, as I'm starting at a new job, as well as year-end schooling stuff. I'll try and get my character put together within the next couple of days, if that's okay!

F I N A L L Y - L I B E R A T E D

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Iseabal MacGilios

With less-payed Guest Star @Ellion

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Isbells - "Maybe"

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With wide eyes, the Renaissance kept her body pressed against the back of the wooden chair, her hands having folded together against her chest as the situation had escalated. Turning her head to the toppled table, Isabel gazed down at the shattered porcelain cup that was strewn across the floor, her brow only furrowing further as she glanced back toward the towering Spartan who had seemed to be filled with an immeasurable rage just seconds prior, yet was suddenly speaking as if nothing wrong had occurred.

Taking a deep breath, Isabel closed her eyes, tilting her head forward as she continued to let the cool air ease in and out of her lungs. Finally she lifted her head, looking up to Theodore with a disappointed glare which pierced through the slim space separating the two nearly-weds. Almost in defiance of her delicate demeanor, Isabel shot up from her seat with a huff, taking a step forward to close the already brief gap, leaving the only distance in the immense height difference between the two faces.

"Your spontaneity may get you whatever you wish with the Vanguard, sir Spartan, but your childish antics of shouting and throwing objects to justify your cause only irritates me," though her voice shook with anger, Isabel kept a restraint in her composure, keeping her cold eyes fixed upon Theo as she continued. "Perhaps it would be best that I would act on a similar level to you, battling to see who's voice is the loudest, making sure that I get my point across to you despite having already made myself perfectly clear. Don't belittle me as if I wouldn't know what it is like to kill someone you care for, as if I could never understand what such a thing could do to me! You act as if I've never lost anyone dear to me! Take a gander at the whole of our quaint little colony, and tell me that you know anyone here who is content with their life. I see in the Overseers the same as you do, and I have the marks to enforce my disgust!"

As she continued throughout her speech, Isabel's eyes began to fill with tears, and her voice cracked, until finally her vision blurred and she felt herself fall backward. Declan started moving towards Isabel before she started falling. Well-practiced hands caught her lightly around the waist and shifted her, lifting her slight frame into a 'bridal' style carry and set her lightly on her abandoned chair.

"Well, this has been quite productive," he said with a smile - one far too happy for the situation. His hand navigated to her shoulder, holding Isabel still until her eyes flickered and opened. Glancing about in confusion, nearly that of a trance, Isabel slowly shifted her body until she sat upright, lifting a hand to touch at her temple as she slowly came back to her senses.

"I... I have to apologize... I'll try and keep the rest of our discussion as civil as I can muster," with calm, quiet words, Isabel kept her eyes locked upon the floor, glancing at the boots of Theodore as she spoke. "I... Must agree with you. It would be best that we find out what the Overseers want of us, before we decide what to do with them. Using the Sheriff would be our best course of action - they have no bias against him, and he's almost always looked upon in favorable terms. I will trust you on this." Gracing her fingers to touch at Declan's hand, Isabel slowly lifted her head until her eyes met Theo's, a deep sorrow still stuck within her own gaze which couldn't be covered with the mask she wore.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Ban the Person above you

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The Weirdest World War

@Lady Selune Would you like all of the CSs to be in a single post, or have them all PM'd to you as they are completed? I'll be free to work on them tomorrow. Also, if I were to add images for their appearance, would you prefer that to be in any particular format, or would you rather not have visual depictions?

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe.

Somehow (don't ask me how) reminds me of some of the more bizarre anime films that I've seen (Genius Party and Genius Party Beyond, along with various others). Consider me interested!

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F I N A L L Y - L I B E R A T E D

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Iseabal MacGilios

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Silently, Isabel nodded in deepest thanks to Declan, taking the cup of tea into her hands and wrapping her fingers around the stained porcelain to warm them. Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed deeply of the steam rising from the drink, letting the scent ease her racing mind as she exhaled. Sipping delicately at the tea, Isabel would shift her eyes back and forth from one character to another, listening to each phrase as it was spoken, yet seeming to focus her attention on each individual as her gaze landed upon them. For the longest time, Isabel kept her vision locked upon the other woman in the room, who she knew only by name - Cassandra Voss, Spartan's right-hand. Indeed, she had heard the rumors that had been circulating between some of the more petty Muses, speaking of Cassandra's possible affection for Theodore, but Isabel never paid it much mind, as she had never witnessed it herself. Still, now that all of them were trapped within the same room, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the sheer possibility, which she now found to be a tad bit upsetting as she was now to be married to the man in question.

Perhaps to keep from drawing too much attention to herself, Isabel shifted her gaze down toward the table after a short while, sipping again at the tea in her hand, feeling her tongue scrunch in light distaste from the bitter drink. As Declan finished his speech, Isabel blinked and lifted her eyes from the mahogany wood, glancing about the room in silence before finally speaking. "I would think..." she began quietly, before shifting in her chair to sit in a more upright manner. "It certainly would be nice to perhaps try and have the Overseers think better of us, rather than worse. In fact, I think it would do us a service, to show some deal of mercy in their favor, rather than downright destroying any feeble care they have for us.

"Of course, it would be wrong of us to entirely forgive them, after the way we have been treated..." Trailing off, Isabel flinched as the memory of cruel steel striking exposed flesh jumped toward the front of her mind, though she seemed to otherwise keep her composure as she sipped a bit more tea. "But we must also recognize that we are now on equal footing with them. They didn't return to us for any reason beyond seeking our aid. There is certainly an irony to their efforts, I must admit, but it is still commendable that they would do so," Locking eyes with Theo, Isabel continued with a more pressing tone. "I wouldn't want to spoil your fun, darling, so I would think it perhaps best that you do get this last chance at redemption. However, I would also rather you keep your head when doing so, and bring the Captain and Corporal a just trial, and then treat them on equal terms once you are finished. We have no need for more enemies, as the Masterminds may very well soon be just that, if they aren't already.

"As for the Lieutenant..." Isabel once again let her speech fade, looking now toward Declan as she opened her mouth to speak. "I must think on such matters." Tilting her head back slightly, Isabel finished the last bit of her tea before placing it onto the table with a delicate *clink*.