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sorry for disappearing so suddenly! this semester has taken a serious toll on my free time and energy to dedicate to roleplay, so i've gone on hiatus. it'll last until around the beginning of march.i hope you're all having a great week! just thought i'd keep you updated.
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Good luck, bad luck, survival
Sleep is my friend, and my rival
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for a split second i thought she said Walmart
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Birthday sketch for Cherche that I forgot to post here 8); I had 70 mins to draw so that’s why she’s so sketchy
Inspired from an older drawing
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While Cherche could understand the communication of wyvern with ease, it wasn't often that she met an animal that could speak the language of men; much less one who possessed such apparent wisdom.
"I suppose wearing this out does look a tad odd,"
Back home she could wear her armor anywhere and not receive a second glance. Fortunately, Cherche was privy to the actions of strangers and was quick to notice what she initially perceived as unwarranted attention. Giving a sigh, if she was once taken aback she now regarded the lion with a cordial smile.
"I'm actually on the way to training. Being here doesn't mean I can slack off on my duties, after all!"
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"My child, you look equipped for a battle. Tell me
what evil you seek to diminish?” Aslan nodded, a
casual gesture that meant he was of no harm. Surely
she’d react in the same way of others, baffled,
confused or in awe. The majestic lion hoped that
the young lady wouldn’t scream in fear. But, looking
at her armor he doubted that would happen.
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Having practiced on a regular basis with an archer whose entire strategy depended on the element of surprise, sneaking up on Cherche was scarce an easy feat! Whatever the case, while the sorceress had her attention she decided to proceed with due caution. While it was unbecoming to judge another on appearance alone, something about this woman was off to her—and not simply her ability to appear out of thin air!
"My, I hardly noticed you there!" a subtle suggestion that the abruptness of Ultimecia's appearance had not escaped her notice,
"It's not often I meet another that appreciates Minerva's cuteness as much as I do," Assuming she wasn't being facetious, of course, "Might you be familiar with wyverns?"
Dragon's Fangs (CA Closed || Ultimecia and Cherche)
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Well, he wasn't wrong in that respect.
"As far as I am aware, there are several individuals in charge of this city. It's difficult, if not impossible, to meet with them, however,"
"I haven't been able to, nor has anyone else. It may be in your best interest to learn what you are up against before seeking them out," her tone is not accusatory; simply informative. There was little sense in giving this stranger false hope.
While the city's leaders remained ever out of reach, Cherche never thought herself as alone. In fact, she had very good reason to believe otherwise. While her fellow Cittazens proved for the most part as trustworthy as the Shepherds whom she'd gladly give her life for, she eyed every camera and artifact of the scientists' origin with no lack of disdain. A foreboding message from the day she arrived still remained fresh in her memory:
We'll be watching.
No sooner is she brought back to the present does the man's movement alarm her. She places a hand to shield her tiny companion.
"There's no need to be alarmed. Minerva is a very dear friend of mine. Have you ever met a wyvern before?"
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They were quick to forsake the ravings of one dwarf as if it were every day, the looks he received starved of intrigue and more of dismissal. He couldn’t say he wasn’t accustom to this, few holding his kind in high regard. Away with them and their regard, he thought bitterly, but that could not stem the hurt as he felt so alone— so halved by the absence of his brother in particular. His jaw stiffened, and Kíli’s hands slumped to his sides, defeated.
Until a voice piped up in his favour.
He whirled to meet her eye, familiarising himself with her figure through a flick of the gaze, before his confusion at being told such fully manifested.
❝does this place not have its leaders?
surely, a city of this size would need something of the like—-❞
he reasoned, never knowing it to be otherwise.
No rule meant no directness. He couldn’t plead his case to nothing, nor so many all at once. This would prove a more bothersome venture, then.
This stranger drew his wordless thanks as the briefest and most hollow of smiles, then he noticed the creature perched beside her ear, stumbling back and reaching back for the bow slung at his shoulder to draw on the beast.
❝you have a… thing on you!
it could bite you…!❞
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No stranger to the folly of flirtatious men, having once been a loyal friend to the most notorious womanizer in all of Rosanne Cherche was not oblivious to such antics. That being said, she had felt no offense at Cent's comment; the man had only complimented her fashion sense, after all!
"Why yes, she is currently about six inches tall. That's what those scientists did, after all," clearing her throat, she redirects her frustration into further fawning over her companion. Poor Cent!
"You might find this hard to believe, she's even more adorable when she's big!"
Nevertheless, his exasperation over the ordeal doesn't escape her attention. Cherche wasn't unaware that not everyone shared her obsession (hard as it was to believe), and thus eased from the subject.
"Why do you ask? Have you ever seen a dragon before?"
「¢」▪ ▪ █ Wait. It worked? Neither a shamed, stretched smile nor a disturbed grimace painted the other woman’s lips. Cent hadn’t seen a genuine smile in so long! He patted himself on the shoulder until she spoke of dragon, and he froze. “…Uh. ‘Cute’, ri-i-i-ight.”
The Disciple furrowed his brow. He once knew of a ‘baby’ dragon who could easily swallow a man whole. Here’s to hoping she’s not planning to feed him to her ‘best friend’! Was that gorgeous smile a lie? Say it ain’t so! Cent inquired. “Please tell me she’s six inches tall or no-can-do, my fair lady! I’d rather not get eaten. Heard it was qui-i-ite unpleasant!”
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As for his hesitation, Cherche felt no pressure to define nor squeeze Gerome into any role that would make their relationship however more cohesive. While she found herself confronted with an odd, unconditional admiration for the young man, they both possessed an all too strong awareness that she was not the same woman he once knew.
Nevertheless, the wyvern rider felt a powerful, fateful connection to him that could not be severed so easily by the details of time and space. Could it be a sense of responsibility over the events that would lead him to be so distrustful? Though it was no fault of her own, if there was any means to bring a smile to Gerome's weary face she knew in heart that she would gladly do it—even if he thought no better of her for it.
"Is that so?"
"Thank you, Gerome. Your concern is much appreciated. I'm glad to see you two looking after each other, as always."
Standing up on her tippy toes, she peered at the future Minerva out of a powerful curiosity brought about by his comment. Surely enough, not unlike her own the wyvern had been shrunken to a near eighth of her size!
"Oh my! Not you, too!" Cherche sighs in disapproval, shaking her head, "It's nothing she's too happy about! Isn't that right, Minerva?"
Both of dragons gave a roar, bringing her to chuckle before sobering up considerably. At the risk of sounding just like a nagging mother might, there were a few questions weighing on her conscience that simply begged for answers.
"Now, is there anything I can do for you? Don't you have a place to stay..?"
- -( Kindred ) Cherche.
There’s an incredibly subtle flinch as he believed she was about to embrace him, but refrained. It seemed she’d come to understand her son in a relatively short amount of time to know such an act would have felt uncomfortable for him. Not because he didn’t wish to have her arms around him, far from it in truth, yet he doesn’t think he can wholly accept her as his mother yet.
"I…er it is good to see you well at least, I was aware of your presence here but…" a pause. Honestly, knowing she was here yet not seeing her with his own eyes had caused no small amount of worry for her well-being. Within the three months he’d been here some unpleasant things had transpired, which only served to fuel that concern. "Regardless it eases my mind to see you now," a gloved hand reaches to rub the back of his neck, as if unsure of what to say to her. He’d thought of a million things to tell her since knowing she was here, but when she stands before him he can’t bring himself to speak. "…I see they tampered with your Minerva too," a slight glance towards the twin wyvern.
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Most fortunately, his cry reaches the ears of one woman eager to help!
Though several stared only to turn away, Cherche approaches with the certainty that only one who had spent the last several months here could possess. The throes of confusion long since passed, she had grown accustomed to Hive City as the survival of both herself and her companions depended on it.
"I'm afraid that no such person exists; at least, not that I have met,"
It seemed the scientists were still at their twisted game, as there was no wane in the flow of newcomers yet. Still, they remained as elusive as ever. He would have little luck tracking them down, much less holding an audience with them!
"That being said, I would be happy to direct you to wherever you would like to go—with the exception of home, of course. I'm still looking for that way myself."
There's a gentle stirring on her back as Minerva makes herself comfortable on Cherche's shoulder.
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➵ Structure seemingly of man make reaching for stars in yonder nightfall, glazed in blackened glass and lit like a torch of moonlight threading throughout this land. All was unknown to him except the cold blanket of dark overhead, glittering——
no. It wasn’t cold.
It was memory, he’d been told.
He could see faces of his company in its comfort; stout faces of old and new, all fringed in beard but one little Mister Baggins. Precious were his comrades to crestfallen heart at being ripped from the cusp of war, the horizon lined with Elves adorned in their plate and mail for battle and a gaggle of men not so readily equipped at their center. Their hesitance was a sad sight indeed, as none of them were soldiers, a day or two’s worth of skill bolstering their hand and sweat slicking their grip on old blades. He lamented the imminent clash deep down, but the surface was all Dwarven bravado screaming for claim over what they had sorely lost and all else was a shade in that moment.
That one moment, before it was stolen away.
Forced to endure a maddeningly unblemished room, images speaking riddles as if he’d know what to make of it so immediately. Nonsense, they uttered, and he departed from his confines hastened by purpose to find his brothers and return where they were needed most. motivation was like tolling bells to spur his pace—- motivation like h e r, like his desire to see their victory through, a stunted form making for the thick of this town. Trying for the attention of whomever he could, Kíli, sure of himself against any ill intent he may encounter, put forth his plea.
❝excuse me—- is this town’s master here at present?
please—- i wish to speak with them!❞
It seemed as if none would answer, but his posture did not give to what may be folly.
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"Most Terrifying when angry"
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It'd been an otherwise ordinary day in her home sector. Spending the good part of the afternoon stretching her legs (and Minerva's wings), Cherche retired by the park lake front to admire its sparkling surface that remained still save for the occasional rippling brought about by a mallard and her family.
Watching such adorable animals go about their business filled her with a sense of joy; Cherche cannot help but wonder how as a mother Minerva would compare! She is stirred from her thoughts by the calling of her name.
Cherche would know that voice anywhere.
"Gerome," jumping to her feet, she bounds to his side only to stop short of an embrace. Though their relationship had been rocky from its very conception, a chance; any chance to nurse his wounded heart is one she would gladly take!
"Though the circumstances may be less than ideal,"
"I am happy to see you again."
The small wyvern situated on his shoulder gives out a cry, bringing her rider to give a small giggle.
"And I can tell Minerva is, too."
Cherche promised she'd never leave him, and to know that that promise had not been broken came as no small relief.
- -( Kindred ) Cherche.
Minerva was one of a kind, no other wyvern resembled her despite others believing all wyverns looked the same. Among a pack he could pick her out with ease, so when he glances to the sky and sees her, yet not his, he knows exactly what that entails. There’s a jolt of his heart, a sort of elation to see her again, yet his melancholy overpowers that sensation. He didn’t travel to the past so she could end up trapped elsewhere, worse still he was utterly powerless here to even begin to think of a way to get her out. Careful eyes watch his mothers wyvern as she leads him straight to her, situated across the park where he’d originally spotted Minerva. He stops several feet away from her, unsure how to proceed. Back in Ylisse he’d left rather abruptly, unable to remain with his parents in a time he didn’t belong to.
"…Cherche," he eventually utters. It was still difficult to call her mother, even after everything. The Minerva perched atop his shoulder seems pleased as she eagerly calls out to her previous rider, communicating what Gerome wished to but couldn’t find it within himself to do so.
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Taken by a particularly fearsome gust of frigid wind, the absence of a certain wiggling presence on her shoulder alerts Cherche immediately. Panic seizes her instantaneously—where had Minerva gone?
Several painstaking moments of searching later, she spies the shrunken dragon in the hands of a figure exuding a most formidable aura. Though Cherche was no psychic, by posture alone it was evident that Ganondorf was no ordinary man.
"Ah! So that's where you've gone. Please forgive me, Minerva, I'll be much more careful from now on."
Perhaps riding in pocket as opposed to her shoulder?
"That is correct," addressing the Dark King she maintains a polite smile,
"Thank you for returning her to me," assuming that was his intention, "I hope we haven't caused you too much trouble."
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An almost uninterested, even disdainful stare, surveys crowded surrounding him. To blend in with the crowd would be startlingly difficult. While adept at deception, the villainous king finds difficultly in understanding concepts such as ‘television’ and ‘automobiles’. Instead of pressing himself to conquer others, he realizes how frivolous the average humanoid is. How do people here even pass the time, anyway?
A tinny, flapping sound is heard, breaking Ganondorf from his current thought process. A thick eyebrow arches sharply, stern gaze seeking out the source of the sound. Fascinating. With little regard to personal space, he would pluck at a small reptile that seemed to be caught tangled in tree boughs.
Draconic in appearance, the creature is unlike any scaled denizen of both Hyrule and the Great Sea. Deadly, it surely would have been if larger in size. In all honesty, if it were bigger, Ganondorf would have thought to tame it. Having a dragon by his side could prove fruitful.
Casually, a glance is directed downwards, and to no surprise a young woman stands. Her gaze seems to be directed towards him in turn, though perhaps more accurately, towards the diminutive dragon. The clothes she wears suggests knighthood, marking her as a possible foe almost immediately.
“Does this dragon belong to you?”
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There is a small bag of your favorite color with a fancy golden bow to in front of your door. It’s smell almost spoils the surprise; within are selfmade cookies, and a card attached to the bow saying:
”Merry Christmas, may these cookies brighten your day and give you enough strength to make it through what little is left of this year!
Sincere Greetings, Stahl"
Also, there’s a small drawing of Minerva at the end of the card.
"Oh!"
Upon opening the door of her apartment to brace the winter chill, another gift takes Cherche by surprise. Reading the card first (as was only polite), a smile spreads across her face. She'd never known Stahl could bake, but by scent alone she could tell these would be simply divine. The wyvern rider would make certain to thank him in person!
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You awake to discover 4 or 5 presents stowed away in your abode, all of which have been boxed in pristine, vibrantly wrapped boxed adorned with bows. Some of these boxes contain: a Minerva plushie, a bow for Minerva, and a box of macarons (This is not to be published or responded to until the 25th. Merry Christmas!)
It was with due caution that Cherche opened the several mysterious packages that had appeared in her apartment overnight. She’d heard word of this so called Saint Nicholas who brought gifts to the “good girls and boys”, but she was no longer a child and thus had little expectations as to receiving anything this holiday.
Despite this, it was wrapped with great care that she discovered several gifts carefully picked with her interests in mind; her favorite flavored macarons, coupled with a bow as well as plush toy that perfectly captured Minerva’s adorable image. Cherche was thrilled, to say in the least.
"Goodness! All of this for me?”
"How very thoughtful—and these look delicious! I shan’t waste a single bite.”
#oh my gosh this is so sweet#and definitely a surprise#thank you whoever sent this <3#ask#cittasanta
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