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@Cerebrate  
Youre a mockery of me. Something i could be, but never will. If you wanted to scare me into being like you, youll need to do better.

@Jinx  
“they call me the giggling queen, but you know that, you know of our hobbies.”
 
in the back she would see a skull collection.
 
“i took measures to make sure this crown isn’t leaving my head, ever, and the price is so paltry, what’s a few civilians, there’s one born every minute after all, and the heroes of the clans, well they had to go.”
 
looking closer, that one had given in, the rot glowed behind her eyes, but had let her keep free will, she hadn’t struggled and embraced it in full.

@Cerebrate  
she stepped back a bit, stunned
 
What the hell are you?

@Jinx  
in the mirror was herself, bearing the lio’s fang blade and the crown of armello, it was also most definitely her own feral grin as she stepped forwards and out of the mirror.
 
“playing with the bears and deer, do you not know they only hold you back?”
 
@EclecticInspiration  
“I see you understand the gravity of the situation, sweetling, the problem is the clan is short for alternatives, i’d gladly take up the mantle to make sure red becomes the color of our country but… recent events… have seen me under too close scrutiny to do anything about his majesty, and even if i did the first thing i’d have on my hands would be a revolt… it falls to someone who can win over, or poison, a crowd at the drop of a hat… you, my sweetling.”

@Cerebrate  
“How could she? Assassins or not, we’re no clan of savages,” she says with a tone of great offense. In spite of this, her voice stays low so as not to please any eavesdroppers.

@Cerebrate  
she did so

@Jinx  
she felt kind of compelled to take a look.

@Cerebrate  
she was confused, but quickly figured it was just the wyld’s effects on her

@Jinx  
he places her on the altar in the middle.
 
“the wyld can restore you, that has always been its’ power… but this… will be unpleasant indeed.”
 
his hands begin glowing, and the next thing she knows she is alone in the circle once more, except for a mirror in front of her.

@EclecticInspiration  
“oh sweetie, important lesson, lie to anyone, except yourself. as for what you can do for me, i have decided to take all that is our wonderful society up a notch, that old crone the nightmother has sent a hyena, to try and usurp the king and then cut ties with our wonderful clan, can you believe it?”

@Cerebrate  
Yes. That i know of.

@Cerebrate  
“I’d never be so lucky, m’lady. I’m sorry for yhe delay- what is it I can do for you, baroness?”

@Jinx  
the stag picks her up to carry her into the circle.
 
“from what i have heard only your head got hit, is that correct?”

@Cerebrate  
Well, i cant move my leg right. Its like parts of it are dead.

@Jinx  
River: “it seems they caught word of what happened, they await you.”
 
as the cart stops, furion approaches them.
 
“the tremor of the henge’s destruction echoed through the wyld the way a wound does and i see you were not left unscathed.”

@Cerebrate  
Either way, were gonna need to see a druid.

@Jinx  
“eh, i’m not being paid for my brains anyways.”

@Jinx  

@EclecticInspiration  
she is called to come in, where she would find the grinning lady fanning herself in opulence, literally, looking absolutely unreasonably overdressed as ever, considering the only difference to her “battle” dress was the lack of the bloodstained apron though one should not underestimate the lady.
 
“there you are my sweetling, i was already considering you had decided to spend the night with an admirer.”

@Cerebrate  
Tweetch heads straight there, deciding it best to keep the baroness from waiting.  
She stops in front of the door, composing herself and straightening her attire before knocking on the door, “Lady Gariotte? It is your servant, Krellah,” she calls out.

@EclecticInspiration  
(don’t worry about it.)
 
the day had passed into evening once more and the stage similarly darkened, the last show having just wound down. Rat nobles enjoyed the finer things in life and Griotte was no exception, wine Giossip and theatre, as well as murder most foul and vicious, such were the ways of a rat noble, the two faces on every coin, the day and night faces. Tweetch would always have to remember that Krellah and Nova were practically the daughters to Griotte, but that the dame would see the first misstep as one too many.
 
she was being called to the baroness’ personal room right then actually.

@Cerebrate  
(Sweet. I’m still at work but I’m ready as long as “multiplayer” can wait until I get home. Replies will be slow until then)

@EclecticInspiration  
(i can get you started as soon as i hear ready. got something in mind already.)

@Cerebrate  
(Oof! Meant to write that in, but yes-yes)

@EclecticInspiration  
(so it’s not readily obvious to me, but that’s a female, right?)