Mutual Assertion Of Just Deserts

[Yurs]

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Brazen declarations of intent litter the streets, obnoxiously loud in both their presentation and diction. Its header practically bursts from the page by its bold-lined ligature, as if to reach out and grasp the throats of any passerby.

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To Mirabella, the Scion, and all those deluded enough to blindly congratulate them:

Eat shit.

Never, in all my twenty-odd years of living, have I witnessed a more shining example of the phrase: "You couldn't do it right if your life depended on it." In this case? Severing ties at the behest of your oh-so-benevolent government, who was generous enough to stave off your execution in exchange for renouncing once-venerable bonds.

Since our first declaration of allegiance, in the days of the Alliance and its many subsidiaries, the Scion and Dzekh'aar's own have toiled tirelessly to further one another's pursuits; mutual goals, mutual enemies, mutual methods. And so in light of your recent assertion, riddled with false claims of honor and grasps for dwindling scraps of grace, I can't help but feel compelled to raise my voice and call a spade a spade.

You're full of it, and moreover, a dogshit liar.

But I will, as I always have, respect your wishes and close the curtain on our relationship. If you would rather bend the knee to those we've railed against so long, to cloister and cower the moment danger comes a-knocking, then so be it; we 'burdens' shall relieve you of your own. Chiefly, that empty head between your shoulders.

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Race you to first blood.
- Lodestar Qalhata Dzekh'aar

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Relevant Tagging:
@Acosmism @War_pig ​

 

[War_pig]

Ailred would have grabbed one of the many notices and taken back to Natura, looking over the notice a few times, scoffing every so often before calling out "Miraaaaa! X! Can you tell me what this notice says?! There was just a bunch of them lying around."
@Acosmism @SaltyLikeTheSea

 

[Acosmism]

Ailred would have grabbed one of the many notices and taken back to Natura, looking over the notice a few times, scoffing every so often before calling out "Miraaaaa! X! Can you tell me what this notice says?! There was just a bunch of them lying around."
@Acosmism @SaltyLikeTheSea

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A certain Sanguine snatched the notice from Ailred, offering him a small frown which smoothly passed over her veiled visage, before it eventually dissipated into neutrality once more. "I've got to teach you how to read," she commented idly, before holding up the paper to the candlelight, observing its contents.

"Ah. Bunch of nothing, don't worry about it. Hey, Deinira? Can you round up the Droseraceae for me? There is something I need to explain."

With that, she pinned the parchment upon her little idea board of past tried and true failures and successes. And, leaving the board behind to ruminate, she closed distance between herself and Ailred to ensure a proper pat upon his shoulder in passing. "Don't worry about it."

@SaltyLikeTheSea

 

[Megadonshark]

"Eat shit?" The crooked man looks over one of the notices, donning a pair of reading spectacles to better observe the words plastered onto the parchment. "Worthy, very worthy... It seems there is no better time then now." He mutters to himself, casting the notice back onto the streets with which he had found it.

 

[_Sundreamer_]

Once again, a commute paused by the preaching words of those that dwelled beneath, to which caused immediate interest to the Est-Allorn whom wandered so effortlessly in grace, flowing robes that halted as he did, to once again pry the chapter from the board a single swift motion, a whip of his wrist to yank it off, leaving the nail behind and a tear in the paper. His guard, who had since started to escort him to and from, paused at his wordless beckon. For not even his work would keep him from such a momentary pastime such as this.

"Once again strife does settle in the city beneath the city, for such a proclamation of peace prior is untouched by even those of a dream-cohesive, a shame perhaps to some but.. I told you that entertainment shall come from the deliverance of such news, did I not? Nevertheless, come when wars waged does the land stay still for trees are burned and fields are stamped; such is the way of war. I wonder which such trees will pyre the night, and to who shall starve beneath salted fields."

 

[SaltyLikeTheSea]

A certain Sanguine snatched the notice from Ailred, offering him a small frown which smoothly passed over her veiled visage, before it eventually dissipated into neutrality once more. "I've got to teach you how to read," she commented idly, before holding up the paper to the candlelight, observing its contents.

"Ah. Bunch of nothing, don't worry about it. Hey, Deinira? Can you round up the Droseraceae for me? There is something I need to explain."

With that, she pinned the parchment upon her little idea board of past tried and true failures and successes. And, leaving the board behind to ruminate, she closed distance between herself and Ailred to ensure a proper pat upon his shoulder in passing. "Don't worry about it."

@SaltyLikeTheSea

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Deinira gives a nod, folding her ten arms in front of her "Of course. This should not affect us too much hopefully."

 

[DogVibes]

A Von Kërle, a warrior, a champion, a soldier, and a mother would be travelling through the Sewers, her form being that of her Vampiric Form. White, short hair flowing from the top of her head patterned with light grey stripes. Two focused, perked white tiger-like ears twitching at occasion. A long, cat-like tail waving idly behind her, the movements slow and cautious as if she was hunting someone. Crimson eyes, slitted with cat-like pupils dilated and scanning the area. She would dart her head in the direction of a flyer that blew onto her foot, reaching down to pick it up, her left ear twitching slightly. Reading it, she would shake her head in disappointment. "Is this supposed to scare her? I highly doubt she would care... If I know Mirabella well enough." The Brannon Ailor would pick it up to take to the Collective, for their information of the sewers. Specifically the Tech Prince.

@RainAxe

Meanwhile, an obese, red haired short dwarf would be traveling through the Sewers. A few books would be hovering around him, with a slow spiral as he read a page of one book, then moved onto the next, and so and so forth- trying to challenge his brain to focus on multiple tasks at once. However, something caught his eye. Gakhir would push up his glasses, looking over to a wall with a notice. He would waddle up to the notice to skim over it. The Zikiel's good mood would sour like milk sitting in the heated sun. His shadow would make exaggerated movements of fear and nervousness. While a small, wooden dwarf on his shoulder would tug at a piece of his long, red braided beard, saying: "NOOOO! We chose thah wrong coven. We're gonna die! We're gonna DIIIIE!!" The minature dwarf would sound like the larger equivalent, while with a higher pitched voice. If anything, this would be quite ridiculous. Gakhir would flick the wooden dwarf on the head, grumbling. "Silence yourself. Keep faith. We're gonna be fine!" The Zikiel would rip off the paper, crumbling it up before tossing it over his shoulder. "<D-D> Jus' need tah keep careful, lest our actions get us intah trouble with tha Grey Skins."

 

[bwmwags3]

Biriq eats more jerky "Void its like a play these notices, mm this is the last straw. I'm recalling my ship for now...I want my crew to be here when this fire begins."