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she/her
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Heartless Princess
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Sept 14, 2024 8:12:28 GMT
Post by Cordelia on Sept 14, 2024 8:12:28 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]It was harder to find a shop resembling one from before the world changed than she had expected. Cordelia’s first trip to Unison Central - she had been attracted by the prospect of items and equipment available to purchase. Every road she walked by had been flooded by players not unlike her searching for weapons to bring on their next expedition or mission. That ever-present surge in demand was understandable - as people got stronger, it was only natural to want better gear to suit that growth. To supply for that, nearly every building visible is stocked to the brim with adventuring gear, or advertising some form of service to bolster a player’s skills or readiness for exploration. For her, though, the purpose of this trip to the area was different. Something else carries much more priority than those redundant objects like swords and armor: self-care products. Not many would expect to be disappointed when coming to an area so densely populated with anything one could ever seek the opportunity to buy. Cordelia, though, couldn’t be less happy. Where are the department stores? Where are the pharmacies? Where are the supermarkets? It takes a bit more walking to leave the central area where the bulk of the crowd loiters, and only then does she spot it: a quaint medium-sized store at the end of a split-off street. A giant sign, presumably hosting the name of the establishment, hovers above the cottage-like building, bobbing up and down in the air gently: “Goods Galore!” and in smaller font, “For your everyday needs.” She enters, and the change in atmosphere catches her by surprise. A bubbling cauldron stirs itself near the register. The scent of pine matches the dark wood that makes up the store, luring her into each aisle. She silently hopes that she can find what she is looking for - just high-end shampoo for her terribly out of shape hair. She hasn’t been taking care of it as well as she had been doing before. The missions and this rotten system are to blame. She heads towards what she assumes is the self-care section, ominously labeled “Witches’ Brew and Balm”. Since there seem to be no other similar places in the vicinity, this eerie shop would have to suffice. Notes:yuuki Hashimoto | [break][attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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she/her
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Heartless Princess
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Post by Cordelia on Sept 9, 2024 7:41:17 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Something had drawn her here. This time, it isn’t the system. It is something that feels much more personal to her - a connection she can’t explain, true, unlike the false memories of the princess living in her head. The dark castle that stands towering in front of Cordelia for some reason emits a sense of warmth despite its dreary appearance. The feeling reminds her of the time before the system; that was a long time ago, according to what she had been hearing. But to her, it was nothing more than a few weeks. The world had changed so drastically that even she had to admit to herself that it was difficult to keep up. She can’t explain it - it is so, so familiar. Like finding a lost half, to complete her incomplete self. If so, what was the correspondence between her and this bastion? Contrary to its gloomy atmosphere, Cordelia is not scared at all. The guards around the perimeter merely glare at her but do nothing to dissuade her from getting close, a look of slight confusion in their eyes. She knows - at least she thinks she knows - she will not be hurt in this place. She slowly walks to the gate. A slight tingling courses through her body, like static running in her blood. A memory of the Heartless Princess tries to play itself through Cordelia’s mind, but is immediately cut short. Could the castle possibly be interfering with her body, or her mind? Still, the guards do nothing, as if there is nothing wrong at all with Cordelia approaching the very location they are defending. There is no hurry. Without knocking - just by a gut feeling, she knows she will be let in. Perhaps the system was sending signals to her brain. Or perhaps, this was a miracle, or she had gone insane. Notes:Amelia Ravencrest | [break][attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Heartless Princess
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Post by Cordelia on Sept 9, 2024 7:24:07 GMT
mission: resource required: ore[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Menial labor isn’t something Cordelia is used to doing. In fact, the only thing she did in her previous life was the opposite. Her days of sitting idle in her chambers are over - she had not expected the day to ever come where she’d have to be doing her own work. Yet, here she is. The mission required her to retrieve ore from deposits and deliver them back to the requester via the system. It did not seem too difficult a task, but now that she is standing in front of a cave, it starts to look a bit daunting. The opening to the cave is wide, but it narrows very quickly. She customarily waits in front to see if any others would choose to take on the mission as well. That, and she knew the system could act on any whim it desired - someone to watch her back in the dark would be beneficial. She notices a notification from the system: a temporary [pickaxe] item had been added to her inventory. Equipping it, she realizes that it does not suit her hands at all. The only thing she would wield is her claymore, despite its unsuitability for the task at hand. It was sturdy - probably sturdy enough to mine some ore. The pickaxe is dismissed and sent back to the inventory, and her claymore appears in its stead, fitting firmly in her hands, as if the grip was molded perfectly for her to hold. Notes:Clyde and Aleya | [break][attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Heartless Princess
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Sept 6, 2024 16:38:42 GMT
Post by Cordelia on Sept 6, 2024 16:38:42 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Dragons. Just the mere sight of that word on the screen sends an acrid taste down her throat. She is sure now - the owner of her false memories must have bore a very deep-rooted hatred towards the creatures. So much so, that that resentment had bled out into Cordelia’s own consciousness as well. It is difficult to tell now, whether the urge to slay any dragons she sees has been birthed as a result of that loathing in Cordelia herself, or if it was the true desire of the princess whose eyes she sees through. Despite all the anger that boils up, she accepts the mission. The usual sensation of teleporting to another area arrives, and soon enough after a blink she has materialized in an area of the Draco Islands. Two others arrive at the same time: a blonde woman and a morose-looking man. The confusion of her status as a hostile was expected. However, the woman did not seem to mind it much, and treated it as just an inconvenience, judging from the expression on her face. ”Cordelia Vogel,” she responds to the woman’s introduction. As much as she wanted to get it over with, a little bit of formality can be spared in situations like these. Plentiful? That currently does not matter to her. She is seething with rage, and it shows even more than with her usual irritated demeanor. Whatever dragon or dragons they were hunting had to die. Cordelia calls her large claymore to her hand from her inventory. “I have this sword, and not much else,” she says in a neutral, somewhat bothered tone. ”Shall we?” she asks, not even attempting to hide her impatience. Notes:Jenny Kage isaiah cornell | [break][attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Heartless Princess
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Sept 4, 2024 11:36:02 GMT
Post by Cordelia on Sept 4, 2024 11:36:02 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Something in the air shifts and Cordelia can feel it - The man must not be used to feeling vulnerable. She has the upper hand right now, and she knows it. Any slight trace of emotion on his face is worthless now in the face of justice. Although she does not know the whole story yet, she is sure there is more to be uncovered: the act of believing in one’s faith is not a deterrent to sin and lies. If anything, it is an excuse. The High Priestess clearly would have more to say on that matter - if only Cordelia got the chance to convene with her as well, everything would reveal itself neatly. But alas, they stood on opposite sides of the coin. Just as she opens her mouth ready to respond to Zenith’s fit, he is interrupted by another from his parade. His rising irritation - at least that’s what that expression in his face was - seems to dissipate, replaced by a subdued stare. As he gives the ultimatum, Cordelia resists the change coming to her own face - she can barely hold her smile as he has no other choice but to relay the terms of his Pope. His own grin surely was just a facade. The only part that catches her off-guard is the threat to her own head. They seem to have not yet ruled out the possibility of the King’s men smuggling the Duke out to keep him safe. But if they really were listening, they’d know all Cordelia wants is a fair trial. Either they lacked trust in her spoken conviction, or something much more grim is at hand. ”I agree,” she responds, tone of voice showing not much more than duty required, ”Have the copies of the letters delivered by sundown.” She looks down at the kneeling Duke Romeo, his head parallel to the ground. If any truth was to be extracted, it was going to be from the husk of a broken man. ”Who is the High Priestess to you?” Cordelia asks directly, arms crossed. She had only been let into the Duke’s temporary chambers now. The letters arrived exactly at sundown, as if to delay her investigation for as long as possible. Looking at them again in a clearer headspace without the pressure of the surrounding onlookers, though, her suspicions are confirmed: High Priestess Juliet, whether by good intention or love, encrypted messages into the letters she had sent to the duke. Upon being given entry by the two guards, armed with swords that seem to have never been used, Cordelia wanted to begin the questioning immediately. However, that plan had to change. She is no longer looking at the Duke Romeo that was so dignified in her implanted memories - instead, she is looking at a soulless man. He isn’t crying - he is way past that. His eyes are aimless, the usual glow replaced by a dark, clutching void. It takes a long time for him to answer, in addition to the time she waited to interrogate him as well. ”Love…” he says, the word trailing off like the nostalgia a heartbreak brings. Cordelia leaves it in the air, pulling a chair out and taking a seat by the candlelight. After realizing he would not be saying anything more despite his hanging mouth, she asks further: “In your letters you said you shared a kiss - did you make that up?” For the first time since the door opened Romeo turns his face up so that his eyes meet hers. His face is dark and callous, as if no longer interested in life itself. “No… We did kiss…” Like the words of a rambling drunk, they are slurred, and Cordelia could not tell if there was too much on his mind or nothing left at all. Although there is barely any conversation being done, Cordelia knows from the exchanged letters that these two must have had some kind of relationship - one that could be called intimate. However, there is a sudden shift in Juliet’s tone in between one pair of letters - as if someone found something out. Someone was monitoring the letters, as was hinted in the most recent delivery. ”If you want this to turn out right, for both you and her, you will talk to me.” Cordelia orders, starting to lose her patience. She taps her finger on the nightstand beside her. Of course, this evokes no response from the Duke. His unwillingness to cooperate was going to be the downfall of both of them. Notes:Zenith of Eidos | [break][attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Aug 22, 2024 10:35:38 GMT
Post by Cordelia on Aug 22, 2024 10:35:38 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]There are fewer restaurant-goers now, and even fewer system markers. As soon as she is about to get to the last few, she feels a hand on her shoulder again, the same sensation she had felt earlier in the day. ”That’ll be all for the day,” the owner tells her as she turns to face him. Only now did she realize how quickly the time passed - embarrassingly for her, she was in her element and wasn’t quite ready to stop just yet. But a job done is a job done. She undoes the apron and takes it off, leaving it across her shoulder.
”Have a seat,” he says, with a soft voice she did not know he was capable of. She complies and takes a seat at one of the freshly cleaned tables. The man leaves her there, walking back to the kitchen. Soon, a couple of others join her as well. They are dressed just as eccentrically as her in her armor - players. After a few minutes pass and all the customers have left the restaurant, the owner walks back out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with small plates in amounts matching the number of seated players.
It is only when the owner sets down the plates of pine slime potato on the table does she realize how fragrant the dish actually smells. She does not even realize that her hand is already picking up the spoon to get a taste of the delicacy. As it enters her mouth, an unexplained feeling of bliss radiates throughout her body. Maybe this was why everyone was trying to get a taste. Once in a while, this might not be such a bad thing after all.
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| [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 22, 2024 5:46:12 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Another marker from the kitchen starts blinking haphazardly, beckoning Cordelia’s attention. Fortunately, she was already headed there. After handing the note to the staff inside again, she heads to the counter that the marker is pointing to. There are two dishes, without a tray this time. The smaller of the two is just like the dish she had seen earlier - she assumes it is the pine slime potato. The other dish is larger, with giant chunks of what seem to be fish mixed in with some vegetables. Its most eye-catching element, however, was the fluorescent blue gel-like liquid spread all across it. She turns her head back up, trying not to show her disgust. The attempt fails, however, as her eyes narrow and her nose tries to shrink all the way back into her face.
Correcting her expression, she turns back up to see where she is supposed to deliver the food to. To her slight surprise, it is the same table with the man she took the order from beforehand. It seems the dish she was holding was the mountain salmon stir-fry with troll tear sauce. She gently - or as gently as she is capable of - places the dishes in front of the customer, side by side. Forcing a smile again, she leaves to go to the next marker.
This process repeats for a while - and she is starting to get used to it. She gets remarkably faster at bringing plates to tables and writing down orders. Subconsciously, she isn’t even using the markers anymore. Who knew a snob like Cordelia could excel in the service industry? The only problem was her twisted face - it seems like every customer she interacts with is always on the verge of tears. But the old man wasn’t on her case anymore, which meant she must be doing most things right.
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| [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 21, 2024 4:34:07 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]As she opens her mouth to pressure the customers - this time a pair of what seem to be lovers - to give their order, Cordelia feels a hand on her shoulder. The seated couple look as the interaction unfolds, a slight tinge of fear in their eyes. She turns around, to be met by the man who threw her the apron earlier. Upon closer inspection, his face is rough and lined with a thick beard. He is a head’s height shorter than her, but his presence defies that. “Oi! I heard some complaints about you,” he warns, looking up at her. She thinks to herself - it must have been that man. Or that family of three. No way it was both, right? “If you want your mission completed, you better do your job right, and do it nice!” Before she can respond, he walks away back to the kitchen. He must have been someone important to this place - if he was speaking to her like that, it was very possible that he was the owner of this establishment.
Right. For the sake of the mission, she would have to abandon her ego. She hurriedly springs her body back to face her new clients. “What do you - what would you like?” she asks. Thankfully, it seems they had already decided beforehand. “I’ll have the pine slime potato,” the first one says, followed by the other, “And I’ll have the minor griffin pasta.” Even with how familiar she was with gourmet culture, Cordelia had never heard of these dishes before. It must have been a sign of the times changing - another thing she would have to get used to. And another pine slime potato? That must be the signature dish of this place, considering how every table that she had been involved with so far had ordered it. She smiles, or attempts to, the expression that shows on her face resulting in a grimace of sorts. She takes the order to the kitchen, careful not to bump into anything on the way in the limited space the restaurant had.
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| [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 19, 2024 9:26:55 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]She sighs as she lifts the tray and turns around. A new marker is highlighted, which she promptly makes her way to with a bothered look on her face. Upon arriving at the table, she is met with a family of three - a mother, a father and a boy no older than ten. To think that they must have all survived their tutorial came as a reality check to her. Almost slamming the tray down on the table, as if embarrassed to be doing this job, she scornfully says “Take it.” This leaves a bewildered expression on the parents - the child is just happy to have his food arrive. Without even handing the plates out to each person, Cordelia walks towards the next closest marker.
As she reaches the next table, a pen and notebook materialize in her hands. The current page of the notebook already has the table number marked on it. The system sure likes to make everything obvious - except the things that actually mattered to her, like the false memories plaguing her mind. Or why she had this irrational hatred for dragons instilled in her. The middle-aged man at the table is flipping through the menu, struggling to come to a decision. To aid him, Cordelia adds a quick ”What do you want?”. He looks up towards her, pressured by the Heartless Princess’ arrogant stare. ”Um… I’ll take the mountain salmon stir-fry with troll tear sauce, and one pine slime potato please,” he responds with fear. Mountain what with what? Whatever. These people don’t know food anyway. And the pine slime potato must have been the dish on the other table’s tray. What kind of restaurant was this, that had people eating monster parts? She writes whatever she could recall on her notebook, refusing to ask the customer to speak once more. With a swift turn, she walks to the kitchen window signified by a new marker to hand in the note to the cooks inside.
This was an easy job - the system was basically doing it all for her. It beats having to expend all her energy to slay some monster that does not even matter. At least, that is what she thought. She continues to the next table, her notebook automatically inking the table number at the top of the page once again.
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| [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 19, 2024 1:41:18 GMT
mission: serve that food[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]What? Cordelia must have selected the wrong mission - or was the system acting up against her again? Instead of a battleground hosting evil creatures, she finds herself in a quaint restaurant of some sort. Although the walls are slightly worn, the tables slightly chipped, and paint partially faded, the place seems as lively as it could ever be. Conversation floods the mid-sized hall, as service staff run about trying to cater to each client’s needs. She is dazed - even if she can recognize that the place was indeed popular, she could not see what magnetized this many customers. Where are the chandeliers? The gold-lined walls? The bottles of wine from times of old on display? This restaurant does not look half as refined as her own dining quarters from before the system had her awakened.
An apron is thrown towards her, landing first on the side of her head then draping down to hang over her shoulder. It snaps her out of her bedazzled state - who dares throw anything at her like that? Grabbing the apron in one hand, she looks towards the direction of the throw. A rather plump man wearing an apron himself glares back at Cordelia. “You’re here for the job, right? You better get to workin’ then!” He snaps, and turns away without waiting for Cordelia’s response. Her mouth opens to speak, but she closes it right away. His quick action led to her deducing that this was a common event - the restaurant must have used players as a solution to their problem of being understaffed.
Reluctantly she pulls the apron over her head. This was a mission, after all, and it could be a break from the slaughter. Maybe. Fortunately, the system makes her work easy. Multiple red markers appear at different locations in the restaurant. Each one has different degrees of intensity, ranging from a pale red to a heavy crimson. A marker near the kitchen starts blinking, gaining Cordelia’s attention. Navigating towards it through the narrow spaces between tables, she reaches a tray of food on the counter. She looks at it for a second with unwillingness to carry out her task, which loses to her desperation to complete the mission. The dishes on it are things she had never seen before - and she had a lot of experience with food. If she were to be honest, it does not look appetizing at all - a dark-colored gruel with chunks of red meat scattered inside. What seem to be vegetables are all wilted and soggy. Who would order this? Another plate contains a single baked potato with a green, translucent sauce on it. The third dish is a salad with shrimp: the most normal looking one so far.
Notes:
| [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Aug 17, 2024 17:03:57 GMT
Post by Cordelia on Aug 17, 2024 17:03:57 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]She can already tell from his half-hearted gaze that his arrogance matched her own. It was one thing if he were to attack her argument - but to insult her character? Cordelia bites her tongue - her usual self, untainted by the advisor’s memories, would have lashed out right then and there. The strategic mind that she now temporarily possessed seemed to have much more capability of staying composed. ”I speak for the King - my words are his,” she says, careful to hide the hostility in her voice. The King behind her utters nothing to challenge that claim. “And when we are discussing matters concerning truth, that truth needs no-one to speak in its stead.” Almost reciting directly from the etiquette lessons she was forced to undergo as a child, her tone remains neutral if slightly abrasive. Somehow, Cordelia immediately recognizes the letters’ material as they are being yielded to her. Royal parchment. It does not show on her face, but it instantly registers in her mind that Duke Romeo is one of the few with access to such fine paper. Correlation is not proof, though. Taking some time to inspect the envelopes, she lets the priest’s explanation by her ears. The members of the crowd gasp - to them, the Church was clearly at the advantage here. Any misstep she makes could ruin the reputation of the King for good. Under all the pressure, there is no other choice but to comply and read the letters out loud. As she raises the first one slightly, the audience goes silent again. [attr="class","cordeliaf3"]My Dearest Juliet, It pains me so, to write to you like this again. Why must you keep me away? At this distance I cannot reach you. You know our love is as true as can be. Why do you refuse to show it? Our lips have touched, and now your cold words remind me of the warmth I now lack. I am not ready to mourn what we had. Please, give me a sign. If only to tell me no, please be clear. The writing is smudged, and scribbled out in some parts. The black ink follows tear stains down the page, partly obscuring some words. Thankfully Cordelia was still able to make out most of it. It seems the Church had picked out a letter that painted Duke Romeo in a bad light. All the people present surely must think him as a forlorn lover who refuses to let go. But the truth behind it must be revealed - if it exists. She puts the letter back in the envelope and switches it with the next. Following a deep breath, she starts to read the contents of the message out loud. [attr="class","cordeliaf3"]To Duke Romeo, My apologies for being distant. Our love that you speak of seems to mean more to you than it does to me. Never was it my intention to lead you on. I merely wished for us to remain on amicable terms. The Church and my order - the things I have dedicated my life to - cannot be forsaken for a feeling such as fragile love. Offer me forgiveness: I am sure you are as deserving of this tenderness as any. Regretfully, I am not the one to pledge it to you. Every man shall find his woman, as our Lord wills it. Duke Romeo, as High Priestess, I pray you do not give up on love. As she continues to read the letter, a few things become clear to her, apart from the whispers of the crowd - the High Priestess’ letter comes out very forced and obstructed. The sentences written in neat handwriting are structured too irregularly to be just that. Of course, it could be owed to her religious upbringing and education. But Cordelia inspects the letter again in silence, and her eyes light up slightly. The Church of the Lamb has overlooked a major detail. She is not sure if the man across from her has realized it or not. Deciding to keep the evidence to herself for now, she asks for a plea from the column of white-clad subjects. ”Free Duke Romeo to us for now and give us a night to convene for this matter - I ask for copies of these letters as well. Surely the Church does not prosecute on blind accusations? A fair trial would be in favor for both of our parties.” Her glare remains fixed on the leader, as if challenging him. Notes:If you didn't catch it, the first letters of Juliet's sentences form a word! Zenith of Eidos | [break][attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 16, 2024 9:40:01 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Why did it irritate her so much? Being looked down upon by a dragon - something she never would have expected to happen in her lifetime - surely was something anyone would succumb to. However, to Cordelia, or to the memories resting beneath the surface of her mind, it angers her, and it shows. Her teeth are bared, and her eyes are glaring straight at Solstice’s own. Yet, there is nothing she can do about it. As the dragon of frost and fire declares its presence, Cordelia’s knees buckle, and she collapses onto the soft snow beneath her. The only thing keeping her stable is the sword she hastily plunged into the ground. Both hands slump on each side of the hilt, and other than her still-fierce stare, there is no other sign of fight left in her body. She cannot even find the strength to speak. No matter how much blood boils in her veins, any resistance she offers is in vain. It seems the only solution is to leave it to the other woman - after all, she seemed much stronger than she did, and not even a single tremble is visible under the dragon’s heavy pressure. The words they exchange are barely registered. All of her focus is currently on staying upright. Notes:Hikari Jade Callisto | [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Aug 15, 2024 18:07:04 GMT
Post by Cordelia on Aug 15, 2024 18:07:04 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]The serene nature with which the robed man spoke feels out of place to Cordelia’s ears. It is an unexpected break from the overwhelming volume that the King talked in. But despite the newcomer’s light voice, the hall seems to have fallen into some sort of lull - all eyes are on him, and heads are outstretched as if hanging on to his next syllable. The only sound is the shuffling of the audience members trying to get a better view of the attraction. There is tension in the air - it is a feeling she knows well, but not from the other side on which she is standing now. She remembers when the world was at the click of her fingers. Oh, how long ago that felt now under this pressure. The bound man is shoved, falling onto his stomach in front of the King - in front of her. His face evokes memories. They are different this time. Not fragmented episodes detailing murder and blood - not the loving embrace of a hated lover. This time, they are clear and discernible. It seems Cordelia has borrowed the memories of a certain advisor who had worked for the current King. Important facts and thoughts flood her mind, and yet, her body does not repel them like they did the other flashbacks. Instead, she feels a sense of duty, as if she has to carry out this person’s will as its inheritor. The man on the floor is Duke Romeo. A well-honored subordinate of the King who has done nothing but bring glory to his name. To see him grounded like this must bring a lot of shock to the crowd - he was practically the visage of morality and virtue. At least, according to the new memories she had assumed. The white-garbed man continues his sermon, doing seemingly as much as he could to hide his animosity and intolerance. The audience gasps at the accusation, although not for very long - they do not want to miss a word. This was a historical moment as far as they were concerned. Cordelia feels an anger that isn’t hers well up - how dare they ruin the Day of the Dawn. Her task is clear now - to make the right choice is to carry on with her duty. How dare these mere worshippers attempt to bring shame to royalty. However, with all her newfound information, she does not recognize the man leading the procession. Judging from his attire, he must be a rather high ranking official in the Church. Everyone else feels like they belonged to this time - this scenario. Why didn’t he? That was one of the few things keeping her grounded, to not fully sink into the mind of the King’s advisor - Cordelia blinks, trying to keep her train of thought. The woman walks up with a face as innocent as a lamb. Yet, just by intuition, Cordelia can perceive there is something hiding behind those quivering lips. The King, seemingly recovering his composure, shouts down from his throne. “Lies! I know this man! He would never -” Cordelia walks forward, with the confidence - or arrogance - she had carried all her life. “If I may, your majesty?” she asks the King, who promptly quietens down and nods; her new memories had foretold her how compliant he was to his advisor. There are three steps that lead to the floor of the hall from the level of the throne. Tap. Tap. Tap. Cordelia makes herself known in the hushed hall with her echoed footsteps. She moves to stand at the side of the accused. ”Relations, you said? Would that not mean this affair was two-sided?” Her chin is raised upwards slightly, opposite to her pupils that now looked down from their elevated position. She was used to looking down on people. “If so, you would offer absolution to your priestess, but not our Duke Romeo?” Notes:Zenith of Eidos | [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 13, 2024 1:53:18 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Cordelia does not know when it happened. In between one of the blinks she had taken in the past few seconds, her vessel had been displaced. The warm comfort of her grand sofa is nowhere to be found, nor is the imported tea she had been drinking earlier. Chatter and chants fill the air, but with her shell-shocked ears she cannot make out the words. Taking glances around to re-orient herself, she sees her clothes had been replaced with some form of tough leather armor - she couldn’t tell from just the feel though. It was as comfortable as tailor-made sleepwear would be - carved perfectly for her body down to the fit of the gloves. It is only as her inner thoughts fade out that she can make out what the crowd in front of her and down a few steps, split on two sides along a solemn red and gold carpet, are shouting. “Hail to the King!” More importantly, the very hall she is standing in: a ceiling high enough to contain a sovereign’s ego, chandeliers decorated with freshly set candles, and ornate stained glass paintings lining the upper parts of the walls. Not a setting she was unfamiliar to - she had taken visits to institutions such as these when she was younger. But this seemed oddly out of the ordinary - the court she is standing in is incongruent to what she was used to. Rather than out of place, it feels out of time. To her right, the man on the embellished throne raises his palm towards the spectators below. Within a few seconds it is completely silent, save for her own unsettled breathing - she hopes no one else could hear it. It is hard to move her body - it feels like there is an invisible pressure holding her in place - but she manages to turn her head just a little to see the King. The crest of his graying hair is capped by a crown of gold and silver, and his lavish robes display his opulence. Out of nowhere, a headache attacks Cordelia. Memories run through her mind. She does not realize it, but her body is tense and a bead of sweat starts to form on the side of her forehead. These aren’t her memories - but they feel so real, so tangible, like a life she had truly led. There’s a feeling of love for something - or is it hate? There are moments of pain - and the solace that comes after. There’s dark blood on her hands, and she is silent as she looks at them. Those weren’t her hands. ‘They’re not my hands’, she reminds herself. The king starts to speak, and she registers that her eyes had been closed for that interval. It felt so long, but it must have been no more than a couple of seconds. “Our rightful empire sees another sunrise. Today we honor our past - as you all know, it is the Day of the Dawn,” he speaks with a continuous flow, like a main trained to talk his whole life, “We stand here now by the grace of our ancestors and their sacrifices, and it is on this very day many years ago that this empire was built.” As he talks, the audience erupts into cheer sporadically. The sanctimonious talk - she knows she is a rich snob, but at least she is honest about it - soon slips through Cordelia’s ears, and she barely recognizes words anymore. What had her attention was a block of light floating in the air in front of her that no one else seemed to notice. There are a few words written on it: ‘TUTORIAL’ on top, and below that, ‘MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE’. Her thoughts and the King’s monologue are interrupted by the opening of the giant double doors that lead to the hall. Through and beyond the translucent screen, she sees figures dressed in flowing white garments make their way through the passageway, a man in tow, his hands bound by rope. “You dare interrupt the ceremony of the Day of the Dawn?” The King bellows, clearly infuriated by the newcomers’ entrance. Notes:Cordelia's passive makes her automatically recognized by others as a hostile entity, although we can assume the system has turned it off for now automatically! Zenith of Eidos | [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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Heartless Princess
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Post by Cordelia on Aug 12, 2024 9:43:34 GMT
[attr="class","cordeliaf"] [attr="class","cordeliaf2"]Upon witnessing the glow of the dragon’s eyes, a strange warmth runs through Cordelia’s body. A glowing, comforting warmth that slowly boils into a seething rage - an irrational anger that overpowers all her other senses. Memories flash through her mind, but she can’t make out what she is seeing - an amalgamation of blood and flame, love that coats her heart and hate that overwhelms it. The woman’s question snaps her out of the frenzy. Was she ready? Were they supposed to fight that thing? Cordelia is still getting accustomed to the new world - there was no way in hell or heaven that she could even dare get close to that thing. Yet, her body moves by itself - her sword materializes in her hand which grips it tightly. As if by some subconscious instinct, she assumes a forward-facing stance with the grip of the giant claymore snug in both hands. It feels right, yet wrong - she does not know why she feels such animosity towards the beast blocking the horizon. The very sight of it revulses her. It needs to die. Although she knows it is her false memories acting up, she has no choice but to go along with it. ”Alright,” she says, trying to keep her voice as stable as possible. She follows behind the woman and her companions still ready to strike. She wonders, though - what could she hope to accomplish against that giant lizard? Notes:Hikari Jade Callisto | [attr="class","cordeliacf"] [attr="class","cordeliacf2"] [break] level1statsPOWER 20 dDEFENSE 20 dSPEED 20 dMAGIC 20 dVITALITY 20 dWILLPOWER 20 dLUCK 0 F[break] stacksn/a 0[break] abilitiesoff with their headcooldown 0/3items- draconic leatherplate armor- unnamed claymore |
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