Precisely. Imagine a witch's brew with eye of vampire! Our existence is in twilight; we are mere shadows. My blood is too potent - that is the exception. More or less.
Not that I need a memorial of those two. We will die together.
some, but there are a few that are mine outright. gifts from dignitaries, things like that. though, i imagine if i did decide to try hocking any of them, i'd come up against the same brand of opposition i got when i suggested selling some of the unused pieces in the armory or floated repurposing a few of the dozens of uninhabited buildings set aside for my residence...
[Nothing the ministers look more shocked about than her audacious attempts to do non-linear things for the betterment of the kingdom.]
thanks, but no thanks. i don't want to see what the aftermath of having you use either of those options could look like. we could probably find room for you somewhere in those thirty odd empty buildings though...
mostly i was thinking of another potential assassination i'd have to live down, but i want to see that so much less when you describe it as a 'peaceful brutality'.
my guards wouldn't let you stay 'mysterious', you know. kind of a sticking point with them.
[One second she's reading that message, and then the next she's jumping from the ungodly racket of terrible cat burglary in progress at her window, phone very nearly dropped to the floor before she whirls around to lock eyes with The Problem™. Of course he's trying to break in through the window on her balcony. It isn't like there's a door four feet to the right. Or situated at the entrance of her apartment. Walking over with a look on her face that perhaps should make Warren glad to have a pane of glass between them still, she stops, and gestures emphatically at the front door back behind her.]
[Warren freezes when she catches his gaze, exactly like a dog with one paw in the snausages jar. What do you mean he wasn't a sneaky stealth master? How did she KNOW he was up here?!
A shiver runs down his spine at that terrifying look... A pleasant one. (Don't judge him.)
Warren points to himself. Me? Then over towards the door. Use the door?]
Youkooo! Let us iiiin!
[Bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk - The sound of a plastic pumpkin-shaped popcorn tub being used to assault the window frame. There's no use in glaring daggers at Warren; he isn't the one holding the bit of Halloween whimsy. Tiny bat feet tightly grip the tub's handle, now visible as the rest of the lovely lady flaps into view.]
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Not that I need a memorial of those two. We will die together.
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[Even theoretically burying another friend isn't a topic she wants to linger on.]
i can definitely make some candy apples. i'll... consider the lock of hair.
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The redder the better! Both your hair and the apples. Shall we discuss another vital question?
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sure. did you have something in mind?
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[They're a little bit back in the keeping of the Ministry of Heaven in Kei.]
i can sort of tell you what you'd need, but i don't have any of it on me.
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[Nothing the ministers look more shocked about than her audacious attempts to do non-linear things for the betterment of the kingdom.]
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And set aside a residence for me while you're at it, hm? We must have privacy for our scandalous book club.
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Wouldn't it be a fun affair? A mystery man in your largest, most opulent setting? Give the old ladies something spicy to gossip about, Youko.
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my guards wouldn't let you stay 'mysterious', you know. kind of a sticking point with them.
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Keep my what I've said in mind nonetheless. If only for nights when you're unable to sleep.
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and what happened to planning your costume? gave up when you heard i couldn't pin your hair up or loan you the crown?
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I hadn't given up, merely taking the scenic route. Although it is, truthfully, less fun of an idea without your sparkling accessories.
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we won't be able to find anything like the ones from han, but we could probably find some comparable kogai hairpins.
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Shall we consider that settled? I trust you will handle the styling personally?
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me? you sure? i can try, but you'll be taking a risk with that imperial dignity.
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[there's a THWAP and a BONK and other sounds of break-in struggle at the apartment window. he is! here to!! pick up his skeleton friend!!!!]
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A shiver runs down his spine at that terrifying look... A pleasant one. (Don't judge him.)
Warren points to himself. Me? Then over towards the door. Use the door?]
Youkooo! Let us iiiin!
[Bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk - The sound of a plastic pumpkin-shaped popcorn tub being used to assault the window frame. There's no use in glaring daggers at Warren; he isn't the one holding the bit of Halloween whimsy. Tiny bat feet tightly grip the tub's handle, now visible as the rest of the lovely lady flaps into view.]
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