murder drones for wip wednesday- i refuse to think tessa is dead but uhhhh currently her situation as a conscious skinsuit aint much better. dissociation into the Solver is a different kind of death, but hey pain and memory means you're Alive
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[tserriednich & neon; foils]
"papa once said that the one who knows the future owns the world. let's put his theory to the test."
"you want the eyes? i'll gift them all to you. after the voyage is over." just like papa, tserr wants not only a monopoly on her gift but a whole world, to squeeze it in the palm of his hand and crush it like an overripe fruit, make it bleed.
"and the head? without it, my collection won't be complete." the things you do for the people you love.
"if you dance." tserr nudges her. neon's entire life is one endless list of rental contracts; unique gift, a true blessing, priceless on paper, a long-fixed price-tag in reality. miracle for sale.
"so that later you could justify a politically motivated murder with my name?" any long-term relationship, friendship especially, with someone like him is impossible without knowledge in art. it's nothing but a lucky coincidence for them both to be interested in a very niche type; private collections formed around humanity's cruel nature, devoted to the darkest corners of the human soul; events, large-scale or not, full of relics ready to be picked up; cold-blooded murders and hunger riots, revolutions and hundred-years-long wars, reformations and plagues, corpses embalmed so skillfully that they seemed alive, fragments of skeletons yellowed by time, all equally valuable, left for them to find and collect, to give the dead a second life.
"i don't need justifications for murder." tserr is a fair decade older than her, has enough eloquence to convince even his own brother that his love for art is a reflection of his philanthropist nature, his humanity. the only worthy member of the royal family. a gabon viper hiding among the foliage. "still, just imagine your portrait by the caravaggios of our time."
"i prefer the way dolci* saw her." neon has been playing poker since she was eleven; she's perfectly able to keep a neutral expression on her face, especially when she's face to face with someone capable of absolutely heinous doings, especially when she tells him no.
"dolci it is then. i'll find you one. there's a reason why kakin is primarily known for advanced technologies and artists." intellectual revolution meets high renaissance, sprinkled with religious persecutions and organized crime. what a country.
"i have a better offer: a head for a saved life. trust me, i'm a far better poet than a dancer."
*Salome with the Head of St John the Baptist by Carlo Dolci
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For panel of the funeral, I think the guy behind the flowers on the coffin might be Asa? The head shape and face markings fit, and it'd be fitting for him to be there directly opposite Mitzi.
oh word, this guy, right?
didn't spot that, i think you're right....ft. what i believe is asa's first appearance otherwise, for comparison:
design sure seems to match in structure and markings, even got the darker ears visible in the funeral pic. and definitely adding Placement relevance too like you say, to be standing opposite mitzi....with Maybe Mordecai between them.
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My muse will describe what they thought about yours, immediately after they first really interacted.
@truethes asked: "What was your first impression of me?" / gear and ash!!
❛ A berserk idiot encroaching on my territory and causing me trouble in the dead of night. ❜ The reply comes almost instantaneously, no shame whatsoever in admitting his past self's thoughts nearly word for word (with no mercy spared for the other, tongue sharp as usual) and Gear has half a mind to even compare them to the reality he's experienced - who would have thought that even after all those centuries spent together, his initial assumptions would continue to be proven right time and time again.
With few adjustments here and there, the old description could fit Ash just as smoothly as it had back then: an idiot, and someone who's always causing him trouble. However... a seemingly minute but wholly important detail has since changed between the two: while Ash had once been perceived as an annoyance sent mostly to test his patience, he has since shifted into someone worthy of the werewolf's exasperated fondness. How... ironic, that out of everything that could have changed, this had been the most noteworthy change of them all. Or, such had been the case until recently (Ash has been... oddly set on enacting changes lately, good, favorable ones for the most part, but surprising ones nonetheless).
❛ ...Although, to some extent, I guess you reminded me of myself too. ❜ The admission is uttered almost as if not quite as intended for Ash's ears as it is for his own, a remark so quiet it might as well have passed for a ghost's whisper. Gear doesn't bother dwelling on it for any more than necessary (he's done so plenty in the past, it's what had first prompted him to take the servamp in - the resemblance to his own circumstances from a long, long time ago, mixed with perhaps a tinge of pity) and instead he sighs - not out of indignation, but from the acknowledgement of the passage of time.
That was more than half a millennia ago, huh.
❛ I was ready to kill you for being a bother at first, but I could tell you were a good guy once we sat down and talked... In my eyes, you were a confused and troubled idiot. ❜
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