golgothastits:

You shift a little awkwardly where you sit, frowning a little, and nod, standing up and smoothing out your (technically her) skirt. Meeting her eyes through those dark shades, you somehow wish you could read her expression, her sincerity. 

“A truce, then. Even if it’s just between us, as it were.”

You don’t have another gun - you’d not intended on letting it slip that you were able to dual-wield weapons in a country where everyone and their brother was armed. Oh, well. Not like it mattered right now. 

You take her hand in yours and shake it, once, not sure if you should really be worried about her at all. She did have that katana after all, and you weren’t the best (read: you’re actually pretty terrible) at fending off bladed attacks.

You look directly back at her with a stern stare, sighing before saying your next words.

“Will you also be so kind as to lead me into your kingdom to converse with whoever may be in charge?” you keep your grip on her hand, focused completely on her expression, “I would enjoy ending this awful war, or at least have it die down.”

You take a deep breath and continue to speak, “It will be for the best,” you recollect your thoughts, “But of course, that doesn’t need to happen now. I can wait. In fact, I would rather have a… guest over and relax for a few hours, at least.”

You say these words so lightheartedly, but your face would never be able to match up with them. You were trained to be stern. And after those years of perfection, it has become a part of you, and you are almost unable to cease such an action.

invocate:

this is actually really old, but if there’s a bunch of rule 63 going on atm then why not……. just pitch this in

golgothastits replied to your post: Wait.
And this is the part where i start apologizing like a madwoman and informing you that i WILL NOT die no matter what my opponent seems to think.

Oh, you better not. There will be nothing more devastating than that.
Do you know how worried I am? Actually, you know what? Fuck that. If you get a single prominent cut, I will have the desire to murder you.
Jesus dick.

Since when was Jess entering a tournament
Without my consent or even an opinion of mine.

I am more than displeased at the moment.

Charlie Brown - Coldplay

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Gorillaz—-Empire ants. 

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Title: Rayquaza Battle Theme

Artist: Everlasting-Elements

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Song: Rayquaza (Encounter/Battle)

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Soma - deadmau5

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Brian Lebarton-“Threshold(8 Bit)”

golgothastits:

You nod at that. “Dior, then. It shouldn’t matter, but I like to be positive about certain things.” You rejoin her at the table, running a hand through your hair once to make sure it wasn’t sticking up and shit. 

You study her expression for a second and lean your chin on your hands, thinking it over. “The White Queen. Joan’s far too gentle-natured to suggest anything of this sort, but— nevermind, I digress. The Queen made the assumption that taking out a  political figure would make Prospit less of a laughingstock, as it were. Make us seem less harmless.”

You pause, gathering your thoughts. You didn’t need to give her much detail, so that felt a bit of a relief. Shifting where you sit, you straighten your posture. Might as well try to seem more proper.

You frown. Naturally, that woman would be so straight-forward.

“You do realize I may be one of the only people who can bring us to peace, correct?” you remove your hands from your face, “If I were to die, Prospit and Derse wouldn’t just be war enemies, Propsit wouldn’t just be a so-called ‘laughingstock’, our kingdoms would be destroyed and… decay over the years.”

It was all so stressful for you. You devised so many plans, thought of so many things to keep peace. And you happened to be a dire part of all of those plans. You had to be. Rubbing at your temples, you sigh.

“I can’t let my death occur anytime soon. Nobody can.”

golgothastits:

You change as quickly and smoothly as you can, taking this chance to untie and ruffle out your hair. Bluh. You look down at yourself and realize, hey, purple doesn’t look so bad on you. Not that it really mattered, anyway. (You were just more used to happy dork land— er, Prospit. Whatever.) While you change and make yourself slightly more presentable, your thoughts linger on the flash of orange you caught moments earlier. It was a pretty colour, if you weren’t hallucinating it - why’d she insist on hiding it like that? 

You turn to face her again, now a little less glaringly obvious amid all this goddamn purple, and straighten your glasses.

“Jess. Jess English, Princess.” You attempt a little curtsy, and end up looking more awkward than you did earlier. Stop that, dork. 

You chuckle, and wave a hand, “Please, call me Dior. Whoever calls me Princess is either a servant or somebody of lower class. You, on the other hand, are from a different kingdom. This shit shouldn’t matter to you.”

Oh, she chose a nice dress. One of those dresses you would be in on a lazy day, but it still appeared to be… well, nice. Casual, if you will. Honestly, you liked her better in the yellow. Oh well.

“Anyway,” you put your hand back to your chin, “Who hired you and why? No need for intricate details. I’m just wondering.”