"...." : Speech
[.....] : Thought
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Have you ever heard about the banana ice-cream scoops..?
Starting with a hot-dog bread where you place a banana, which you cut its insides in a long and steady horizontal cut before you add a series of ice-cream scoops of whatever flavor you would like to have. Sometimes you add syrup, or if you are feeling bold some spicy sauce along with it.
A mad lad of a bearded man with a hard on for killing capes would call it diabolical, but its nothing more than a peculiar choice of food for a hot day. Better than eating bats anyway..
Also it can be used if you are too tired to say the "Three strikes" method of things been too fishy, leaving you the chance to use a far more pleasing and elaborate graphic explanation of how fictional characters were piling mistakes after mistakes before they broke the camels back and it bit them in the ass.
Sometimes...literally.
Hmm...those E rated cheap slayer movies were a good example of those if she thought about it. Yeah, those were the times.
Anyway, what does this have to do with anything you say? Well....it seems that R.O.B was making its own banana ice-cream scoop of her own compilation of blunders since the moment she opened up her lips.
Like..really? "Oh....is that you Neuvillete...? Whatss-up...?" was the best she could come up with...?
Whhhhhhyyyyyyy.....?
Why on earth she had thought that idea was remotely good?
Like...who did she think she was..? Miles Morales..? She was certainly lacking more than on the tight spandex if that was the case...or had that been a Scary movie reference? It was hard to tell with these timelines...
No.., that had not been it.
The truth was that she had not been thinking at all from the very start. Not the right way at least, though given the context of things....was rather understandable.
Hmm...? Eh....? You don't get what is the problem? How? What part of the explanation you didnt get..? Ok, fine...lets fine other words to get the point across since it feels that she was getting nowhere with this.
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She had a fucking bump in her skull god dammit...!
Another one to add to the one already present at the back of her head no less. And in such small spam of time from one another too.
Urgh, what were the odds? No, she would rather not know..., better that way than be given another reason to be miserable over than the pain already beating inside the blunted bone structure like a new organ about to burst.
Also, had she said already that part of her nose was crushed in the process?
Yeah, that was a thing...which had also been the origin of that warm, yet metallic brush of liquid sliding down her skin into her lips. Yeah, not a good way to end the day let alone start a conversation with the FUCKING Ludex Neuvillete.
She closed her eyes, sighing to herself for a moment as she felt the entire weight of this mess crush her weary shoulders.
With an inward groan she sighed, the migraine of the pain coursing through her skull dimmed down enough to let her think without wailing like a ghost, yet still painful enough to make her feel dizzy. It was hell on earth just to stay put and pretend she was fine
But she couldn't just say so..
Not when he was there.
In front of her...
Sitting in a chair that was so cheap and clearly not meant for someone nearly as tall or broad as him was given the fact that the most the cafeteria of the Institute could only offer were stools.
The scene was so stupid, it was almost ridiculous....and yet she could not help herself to do or say anything about it. Why? Well...SHE WAS TERRIFIED..!
This was not meant to happen! Things should have gone by slowly and steady...you know? Like the turtle and the rabbit in order to win the race? So why was this hunky stud of a man thrown at her path like one who tosses a rolling ball down the street, she wasn't speed-running to the final boss of the dungeon god dammit..!
With all of this nonsense thrown at her lap no wonder she felt like a mouse in-front of a beast that was about to gobble her whole..
Both in the bad way.
And in the good way...
...
...
Her cheeks heated up in sheer embarrassment a few seconds later, her hair somehow concealing her reaction to anyone else and saving what little grace she still held from been cast away by observant eyes.
She really was a lost cause wasn't she? Thinking on that of all things when she should be more focused on self preservation.
Shame...
Shame on her..
One should think of that in private...or in the second date, not in front of the very object of said desire. No matter if he had a six or an eight pack underneath that flashy suit of his.
Well, if you thought about it that was actually the case....him been a dragon and all. Though does that mean that he been a reptile has two dicks down the-?
[OK, STOP WITH THE LEWDNESS GIRL..!]
Gosh! What is it with me and my panties today and the heat coming from down there..!? Still, blatantly disregarding the true nature of the man standing before her and the fact that he could fight Gods and call it easy if the Lore was anything to go by....
Why was she alone the one having a bad time? Shouldn't he be more worried or at least showing how sorry he was about the prominent bump in her skull when he had accidentally imprinted the frame of the door into her forehead.
Instead the Ludex remained still like a statue as if nothing was going wrong while she was sweating buckets. With one of his gloved hands remaining idle over his lap while the other held gently a cup of water from which he brought to his immaculate lips from time to time in order to taste it.
His sharp, masculine jaw in all its splendor. The way he tilted his head to take a sip from the cup exposing the strong muscles of his neck while the loose strands of his mane dangled gently under the waves of air passing by.
[Gods, why did he have to be so handsome...?]
How were men meant to compete with this hunk of an Adonis brought to life..? Even the elf ears made him prettier..! It...it just wasn't fair, she wanted to roll down the floor and cry knowing this bastard had ruined her for other men.
At this point she knew for sure that anyone else would look rather plain in comparison, like bringing a maximus German Pint with its golden hue shining with the light of a well spent day to a meager cup of water pulled out from a plastic bottle.
Was this the power of the mythical figure of husbandos..? Scary..., no wonder people lost their marbles about their waifus too.
Taking a long deep breath, she prepared herself to speak to the man who had yet to speak with her after lifting her from the ground back there at the entrance and led her here of all places.
"Messier Neuvillete, is there something I could he-"
"Madam, are you feeling alright-"
She started to say, only to halt mid way when Neuvillete spoke at the same time. Their sentences fumbling together as they stared at each other with a mix of confusion. However instead of just keeping quiet, trying to process how that had come to pass...they just barging in each others sentences.
"I am sorry, I did not know you were-"
"I am sorry, I did not know you were-"
..
"I did not mean to-"
"I did not mean to-"
..
"Should I speak after you-?"
"Should I speak after you-?"
..
"This...is not what I was expecting to happ-"
"This...is not what I was expecting to happ-"
This scene would have been top five in a romantic comedy where the characters kept messing each others attempts at speech, especially with her ever redder face that she tried to hide in futility from his piercing eyes or with Neuvilletes frown turning into a perplexed expression of mild confusion and pity.
Though to who was directed whether her or himself. Not that it mattered, she wanted the earth to swallow her asap and spare her from this romcom nonsense. It was fine to watch it as a spectator mind you, but it was SOO embarrassing to be the one taking a role in it!
And so..., resigned to this fate of hers and the bells chiming relentlessly in her brain, she wallowed in self pity. Holding her head down with her hands as her face became dyed in bright red that even Little Red would feel jealous of.
Not noticing the brief glint of conflict in the Ludex eyes in the process
"My apologies...., madam. I did not meant to cause you any undeserved grief or anger.."
The gentle voice called her out of her thoughts, making her slowly raise her chin, her eyes peeking shyly through the cracks of her fingers. It was soothing like before, but there was a tinge of something else in it.
It felt like an eternity before she saw her reflection on the depths of his eyes, almost...becoming lost in them.
They weren't harsh or angry, the sharpness of his glare denoting not such an ounce of negative emotion at her. In fact, they were....sympathetic..?
He placed then a hand over his chest.
"I would like to express that...I am not use to have casual talks with others, my inexperience in things outside the courthouse and its rules causing you now...unnecessary difficulty's saddens me.." He said.
His lips curling downwards into a thin like, his beautiful voice almost breaking into pained solemnity, as if she had made her remember something sad all of a sudden before halting for a moment, his eyes darting towards the cup in his grasp and becoming lost in the reflection... as if unable to find the right words of what came next.
Or at least her skull dented mind seemed to perceive the scene as such.
It could have been anything.
"Adding to the situation that led to this event to take place.....please understand that I would understand if you had any grievances at my person..."
Event? Led place? What was he-Oh...right, she did get the gist of it now...
Slamming a door and almost breaking her nose, nah, down right breaking the poor thing in the process and knocking her down like a sack of potatoes was perhaps something that no one would feel happy about.
Except Dottore, that guy would surely eat popcorn at that.
Anyway, why had he not said anything about that before in the first place..?
Then it hit her.., that it was probable that as stupid as it sounded, he could be just as shy as she was and was waiting for her to break the ice..?
That was so cute as it was sad.
Sighing loudly and clasping tightly the cloth of her skirt with her hands he rose her chin to look at him with all the pride she could muster. Which...wasn't much at the moment.
"I-I am not angry" She muttered at last.
"Strange... your face clearly denotes clear signs of distress and the redness of your cheeks denotes no small amount of irritation.."
[Dammit! This man is too observant for all the wrong reasons..!]
At least it meant that he had not been ignoring her.
There was that.
"I-I...thats not it.."
However, what could she said to clear his wrong conceived worries?
That she was embarrassed out of her ass to hold a conversation after such a social debacle..?
Stupidly shy?
Or just horny..?
The last one felt more like a pang at her soul, but yeah, none of the options seemed that would end with a happy ending. It would be safer to throw herself at the core of the Death-star.
And no, she doubted she would "Somehow return" Disney style from that.
"Are you sure..?"
He asked, clearly wanting to know what she truly felt...to which she merely nodded. Not knowing if she could trust her voice at the moment. It was not much, but it was enough to put his mind at ease as he gave her a nod of his own.
It made her feel a little better with herself.
[Ok, you can do this.....just ignore the fact that you have made this conversation a thousand times worse a few minutes ago and that everyone is looking at you funny and take this chance to get to know him better.]
She repeated to herself in her mind, however, just as her lips parted ways to speak did another voice interrupt as one of those blue hat wearing guards came by.
"Ludex Neuvillete, I bring news from Maurice Juglar. The department director of Mathematics and statistics wants to welcome you to the Institute.."
[D'OH..! God dammit man, read the room man! I was here first!] She seethed inwardly.
However, the sound of a cup of water been gently placed on top of the table put any further bitter thoughts on hold as her eyes were drawn back to the source of her problems.
Those silvery eyes of his glaring at the tranquil reflection on the surface of the water.
"So soon? I had hoped that he would wait a little more to do such a thing..."
The Ludex spoke up, his voice calm and collected like she had expected him to be, and yet...it felt as if he was vexed by the news.
..
..
Nah, that could not be.
She was just imagining things.
"I...I think he got wind of what happened at the entrance and thought to take the initiate before the rest of his peers.." Was the hasty replied the agent could offer his superior, earning at last a glance from said man.
And oh boy dear fish boy had a masterful of a poker face.
"I see...I suppose he believes that his words may try to soothe my opinion on the recent events relating to what his department has been caught onto as of late, or perhaps it may be an unrelated matter.."
"I-I could not say sir.."
"..."
"Should I tell him that you are busy, sir?" The man asked, yet Neuvillete shook his head. Though as he did his eyes found hers for less than a second.
Somehow it felt like an eternity.
"No.., I am sure it wont take a minute."
Muttered the silver haired fish boy as he rose from the miniature seat. The woman that had been sitting to his side and just as silent as he had which had made her almost forget about her tried to rose as-well, however with a gesture of his hand she remained where she had been.
"Sir..?"
"I believe it would be in poor taste to abandon our guest here since we brought here in the first place.."
[Yeah, that would be a dick move...thanks Neuvi, but god dammit Murphy! Cant you let me have this round or what..!?]
"I understand...I will guard her"
She meekly rose a hand "Do I have a say on this? Not that I am against, but....is it truly necessary?"
"Don't worry madam....you are in good hands.."
Was the only thing that Neuvillete told her in what she assumed were an attempt at comfort before he marched out of the room, followed up by half a dozen members of the guards.
And so..
She was left to her own devices...
Finally freed from the leading character and all those pesky eyes and in their stead the cold and uncaring glare of the woman they had left behind and Gerard.. She really did not know whether that was a good thing or not.
With another inward sigh she decided to study her new found companion for the hour. And...surprisingly, she looked quite familiar.
She was taller than average, almost as tall as herself, though perhaps that was thanks to her heels.
The sharp angles of the tricorn at top of her head and the shadows it cast low over her otherwise clean features made her look gaunt and cold, while her hair that rested above her shoulder blades in what appeared to be a bob like cut glinted under the ceiling lights with the shades of arterial freshly spilled red.
She wore a short purple cape, flashy...yet not as much as she had expected it to be, in fact it screamed of extremely utilitarian unlike most fantasy capes that she knew off. Along with it a clean collared shirt could be spotted underneath a stylish black Victorian-era jacket, with bottoms of shaded gold and trims of silver decorating the cloth.
A work that would have sorely taken days if not weeks to accomplish.
Everything about her spoke of someone who took her job seriously.
Pretty, stylish and with an aura of confidence that seemed to literally create a fog around her....she was the epitome of femme fatale that said "mess around and find out"
She felt just like Clorinde, but colder. Perhaps too much. Or perhaps it was those boobs of her that were threatening to burst out of a thin shirt just like a certain and future champion of Fontaine that brought that thought.
[God damn...those are almost as big as mine.]
She mused to herself, unable to not look down at her own pair which were far more hidden from view. Anyway, instead of just remaining idle there and pretend she was just another set of decoration of the room she decided to open her big mouth.
"Hi...?"
"..."
[Ok, this is going to be awkward....isn't it?]
"Eh...I am sorry you had to remain here with me when you clearly wanted to be somewhere else."
She apologized, hoping that the woman was not actually upset with her. That was the last thing she wanted, especially when it was not really her fault. Her answer however... was the same as before.
Nothing.
Crucabena bit her lip, her pearly whites chewing onto the soft flesh with a pang of apprehension.
She hated this....the silence.
She always had hated those moments
"Nice weather we are having, right?"
"We are indoors..."
The woman answered at last, her voice echoing coolly in the air between them. A sharpness found in them that should have sting her, yet for her, it was a welcome contrast to this bothersome silent stand off between the two of them.
Now if only the pain in her brain would just fuck off...
Guess one cant win them all.
"Yeah, a pity that the cafeteria doesn't have windows leading outside, no..?
"..."
"So...you are Neuvilletes assistant?"
"I am not an assistant...I am a member of the Marechaussee Phamtom.."
"Oh, I see..like a stripper instead of a friend with benefits..."
"What..?"
"What..?"
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Serious C: "You idiots!? Why did you say that...? What part of that sentence reminded you of a stripper..? Do you want to eat steel for dinner...!?"
Tired C: "I don't know! My head hurts to much, brain hurty..."
Funny C: "Don't you mean our brain, comrade..?"
Flirty C: "Well~ she does look appealing enough to warrant impure thoughts...., besides, do you really think dragon boy is a virgin by this point..?"
Serious C: Shut it.!
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"I-nothing. Just thinking out loud.." She muttered, laughing nervously while rubbing the back of her head.
"I see..."
"So...you...are a bodyguard..?"
"Of sorts..." Was the laconic answer as the woman gave her a shrug.
"That's neat.."
"Neat..?"
"I mean....you must be...great at fucking-I mean fighting to be accompanying the Ludex around.." She corrected herself mid sentence, beaming a smile towards the woman in-front of her while she berated herself inwardly.
[Smooth Crucabena.., smooth. A bit more and you may hold neon lights to warn of your idiocy.]
Her companion meanwhile just... stared at her.
The ghost of a frown warping around those delicate features as those blue orbs attached to her skull glared back like a certain control devil at her next meal. Yeah, it wasn't good.
Still.....how the hell did people managed to glare at people without blinking? Wasn't that an anime thing only?
[Please, don't be mad.]
[Please, don't be mad.]
[Please, don't be mad.]
[Please, don't be mad.]
"Something like that.."
[Uf, thank god....she is not mad] She thought to herself, sighing in relief.
"Oh, you surely have a lot of stories to tell of your exploits. My name is Crucabena, but you can call me Ena..."
She said with enthusiasm as she offered a hand towards the woman.
A hand that was...left hanging much to her charring as her friend? Colleague? Individual she shared the room merely stared at it the same way a dog would at an intruder.
"What is it..?"
"A handshake.."
"I know what that is.."
"Then I don't understand your question.."
"What do you want..?"
"Your name silly, what else could it be?" She asked with a broad smile.
"..."
"So..?"
"So?"
"So.. what is it..?"
"Do I need to?"
She felt a stab in her maiden heart. [Wow, antisocial aren't you? Don't worry, mama has patience..]
"I mean...I would hate to call you that girl....or Lady boobs."
"Boobs?"
"Because those melons are so big-I mean...they are rather prominent in your figure, full of personality and love"
Neuvilletes personal body guard merely glared at her, though.
"Is this a new slang of Fontaine I am too smart to know about?"
She felt a droplet slid behind the back of her head anime style. [Jeez...nice way to call me stupid. Also, why do I have the feeling I have heard that before..? Is she breaking the fourth wall too?.....nah, I doubt that]
"P-perhaps..?
"Oh.., ok"
Now she almost fell of her chair.
[Ok, that was fast the fastest change of opinion of history...]
"Surprised..?"
"Yes-I mean no..!"
The red head merely stared at her with those cold eyes of hers, but the way her lips barely curled upwards made her realize that she was fucking teasing her.
[Dammit, she is another Clorinde..and a meany at that!]
With a sigh she clasped her hands together. "Ok, you had your fun...now, do you get what I mean..?"
"Hm...I see, that would not be very practical"
[That is the only thing that bothers you?]
"If a name is needed, then I don't see any reason to keep it a secret. Not like it is given the nature of my job as the Ludex personal guard.."
"Oh...so you were being petty.."
"Not petty, careful.."
"Riiiiiiiight...sister"
"I don't think we share blood.."
"Its a manner of speech.."
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.
"Oh.."
"Yeah.."
A momentary flicker of redness appeared on the woman's features. Though one quickly quelled.
"If that is all.... you shall address me as Petronila from now on..."
Uh...that sounded like an important name for some reason.
She would need to keep that in mind.
"That is a pretty name."
"It is not.."
"Well, it is to me..."
She said with all the warmth and kindness she could muster as she smiled fondly at Petronilla. A brilliant light wrapping around her as she oozed positivism like it was no one else business.
Her new red haired friend however could not help but flinch and try to look away from such glinting spectacle the same way Tsun would try to worm their way out from revealing their feelings to the protagonist.
"You... are weird.." Muttered the Huntress, her cool, deadpan voice wavering for a brief moment.
"Hey, its not like I asked your breasts size.."
"I don't really know why you are so obsessed with my body..."
She felt her heart skip a beat...or was it beating faster? Gosh, these timelines were a mess.
"I-I am not..I am just... observant..?" She replied.
Of course, Petronila did not buy it for a second. She would have better luck selling a two dollar steak into a five star restaurant than pulling that off.
"Riiiiiiiight....observant"
She bit her lip, a vein popping in her forehead.
[Gosh, girl....did you really need to make me that dirty?] "I mean...its not my problem that you are so fucking dummy thick..."
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..
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[Oh no...]
"Miss Ena...what did you say..?"
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Serious C: "Ok, we are officially dead....any last words girls?"
Tired C: "Wait...we were still alive..?"
Funny C: "We definitely cooked something good while we did.."
Flirty C: "Well~ I dont know about cooking, but I am sure I have the feeling where the boat is rocking towards to and it may feel good."
Serious C: "Why are you lot so horrible..?"
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No
Not this again....
What was with her mouth today? ARGH her head! It hurts! IT HURTS..! It was as if the universe had decided to spit a blob of stupid into her skull and it was drilling her brains out!
"What is dummy...thick?"
A blanket of depression and self loathing came crashing down on her, doubled down with the way the woman seemed unsure of the words themselves.
[Please, why cant I die!?]
"N-nothing...nothing important, just that you seem to have a sturdy built"
"Oh, thats true indeed...I do train a lot"
"Yeah, train...those are...words.."
"Uh?"
"So....how do your hair to look so symmetrical?"
"Are you always this talkative? You weren't not when the Ludex was here.."
Crucabena felt her cheeks flare up, the reminder of that scene from not so long ago still having its sting in her pride.
"W-well I was nervous.."
"Obviously.." Said the woman, dry like a rock and yet it felt almost as if teasingly.
With a huff the Fourth Harbinger wailed her arms over her head. "Oh give me a break.., I felt like I was dying right there with big stud over there and you are not helping.
Petronilla stared her with a raise eyebrow. "Stud..? There are no horses here.."
At this point she really didn't know if she was been messed with or not.
"Right, I imagined that..so..about my question?"
"Is a rather simple affair. I merely used a sword and fire..."
She blinked.
"What..?"
"I said that I used a blade and cauterize the cut with fire in order to make sure it doesn't start growing right away."
She blinked again.
Was she dreaming?
..
No...she wasn't.
"W-why...would you do that...!?"
She wasn't someone that bothered that much with her own hair to be honest back in old life, but who on earth sets their head on fire just to keep a hair cut..!?
That was so cheap..!
If you don't like your hair just go bald like some Canadian anti-hero for gods sake..!
Petronila crossed her arms. "I don't understand what its the fuss about. It has proven easier to maintain while also making it more difficult for my enemy's to get a hold of me from which trying to eliminate me.."
It was meant to be a reasonable explanation, however she could only look at her in horror as a certain thought clicked in her mind.
She was one of those...a combat freak..!
She made the mental promise to make sure that Childe and her never met, the world will not survive them if they did. Also...why did it had to be red heads..?
It certainly put a bad stereotype for the years to come.
Shaking her head and parking that line of thought away from her focus she then went to speak the battery of reasons that existed to put and end to such barbarism. Only for a voice not her own to steal her thunder.
A soft voice.
A manly voice.
One that she knew all too well and that was so close she could feel the hot air tickle her ears or perhaps that was the fever talking to her as she felt a presence just right behind her.
"I apologize in her behalf.., madam Ena, but Ms Petronila can be rather eccentric though pragmatic in her choice of etiquette-.."
"JESUS CHRIST..!"
"No, madam Ena...its me, Neuvillete.."
"I know what I MEANT..!"
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...Somewhere else...
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The Palais Mermonia was not as grandiose as the opera Epicles, yet it was not made any lesser as the very heart of Fontaine. In fact, it was the actual main administrative building in all of the nation of Justice where all governmental systems resided, all neatly pack together.
From the Maison Gardiennage that patrolled the streets of Fontaine to keep the calm and peace of the nation in the name of the archon of Hydro, to the Maison Cardinalice that regulated the finances of every transaction of Mora or even the secluded and mysterious members of the Marechaussee Phamtom were based out of
Even in simple days there was never a stop of movement and work withing its walls. There was always something to do: a dispute to solve, an enterprise to fund or a crime or scheme to unravel through keen eyes that searched for nothing but justice
Their diligence alone been the organ that pumped the blood of order and stability through the nation
Though it was something that did not really matter to a certain light blue haired girl that rested comfy in an opulent couch while she ate a rather appealing looking cake baked just for her and the sweet aroma of recently brew tea to accompany it on the table.
Such delectable food.. surely such exquisite selection was equally delighted to be in the presence of the God of Justice. At least, that was the common rumor among the servants of the Palais Mermonia.
Furina could not care less though what the people thought or came up with, there was no such thing as bad drama..and besides she was too busy enjoying the way the sweetness of her meal expanded in her tongue anyway.
A feeling that she had experienced so many times before, and yet it never got old. The duality of her eyes glimmering with the fondness of warm memories that her favorite dessert brought to her heart.
Perhaps it was a bit lonely now without the presence of the Ludex to share these pastries with her...but it wasn't like she would lose some sleep because of it. The Chief Justice was not a person who could enjoy much what she called free time anyway.
So diligent in his work that days turned into nights inside his office before he was aware of it.
It really had been a tedious task trying to convince him back then to join her for tea. A small smile crept into her lips at that particular memory.
However, before she could get another spoon of her cake..something happened, or in better words, something didn't happen yet felt like it had. Strange, right? But she could not rub away that something felt kinda off.
Like a premonition of sorts.
One that did not seem to come from the whispering between guards or workers around the Palais Mermonia..but rather like a distant yet desperate wail in the air...or a curse of some sort.
What that had to do with her? She did not know...she just felt it somehow did.
"Lady Furina? Is there something the matter..?"
"Uh, I have the feeling that someone is talking about me..very, very far away.."
She mused out loud as she lazily rose her chin up in an attempt to look around at whatever could be the source of that feeling. Even though deep inside she knew she would not find it.
"Incredible, I never thought that a god could be able to hear the prayers of their people from such distances with such ease."
She blinked in confusion.
"What? How could I even-...."
She started to stammer around as she tried to make sense of the nonsense the man attributed to her, yet her words died out on the spot when she realized what she was doing.
With an inward sigh she stood up from her seat in an elegant, flawless fashion before she went to spread her lithe arms to the sides. As if she was about to welcome the heavens themselves.
Her eyes gently sealed, yet her bearing arrogant like a god only could.
And action repeated to the nausea by this point.
"Well of Course I did. Such feats are nothing to a god, let alone I, Folcalor. Wherever there is justice in the hearts of men, my gaze will be able to perceive the voices of the just..."
She heard herself say.
She heard herself lie.
"Ah, to be able to witness this...I am truly honored." The man said, clearly overjoyed by the illusion of might she had presented.
Trusting so readily.
So blindly...
If she could she would have grimaced at the fascination that was surely plastered on his eyes, one that there had been a time she had enjoyed too to bask over with.
Instead she opened her own and lowered her arms to the sides.
"Right...of course you are...now, please get back to work. It would not be fair for others if you were just to sit and gawk...not that I would mind the attention as your god"
"O-of course Lady Furina...!"
With that said the man readily left her presence, either following her words or fearing any real or imaginary possibility of him tempting fate by remaining a second more in the room.
Releasing a breath she had been holding, she returned to her seat. Picking her plate once more, ready to continue where she had left it.
Well, whatever it was... surely it wasn't something important to worry about.
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A/N
The story has not been discontinued, it just taking a lot more time to figure out how to make an equally good chapter to follow this one. I also have been busy thinking on the events that should lead from here onwards to the very end of the fic..if I get out of this funk of a stuck then I know for sure its going to be fun.
Also, quick question:
(A) Do you want the story to devealop until the story comes full close with the archon quest with the traveller? This will take a lot more time to pull through and it may become quick long in lenght.
(B) Do you want this one to end before the awakening of the traveller? In that case there would be two stories with one picking a few years after the first one at least though whether it will take place when the Fontaine archon quest starts...or a year or two before that is still up in the air..