It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
It’s time.
Theskyra House The Town Hall is clean. Daphne has been put on notice. Her scant belongings are neatly put together in a corner by the door; she’ll have no problem either picking them up on the way out or putting them back into her blacked-out basement room. The announcement has gone out, people going door to door to inform Naturals and Outlanders alike about an assembly.
It’s an annoyingly nice (aleit a tad chilly) Flowerbirth evening, matching her surprisingly light heart (which has been sustainably buoyant ever since her second Ascension). Wessex figures that either way, she wins, because in the first place she rarely puts herself in positions where she doesn't think she can win. But tonight isn't about keeping a crown, and that's where they'll all trip. Remain Queen and she can continue to guarantee safety with her power. Get herself ousted and she all of a sudden has a lot more free time to do the work. That might even be the better option if she’s being brutally honest with herself (untouchable, uncatchable, look upon the Wraith and then OOPS she isn’t there)
The Temple is set up for a meeting - not in the same way that Zariah’s was, but in a similar fashion because the building itself was made for such things.
It’s time.
There is nothing more for her than a simple wooden chair upon the dais. A table with a couple of boxes in it, their contents hidden, is to her right. Her clothes are a bit more formal than her favorite leather get-up (she still dons arm guards and knee-high boots, still wears a knife sheath at her hip) but are nonetheless simple and stark, portraying the humble beginning she came from and a rejection of the finery and pomp and circumstance that Zariah insisted on. She is simultaneously nothing more than she has ever pretended to be and much, much more than she ever hoped for.
Queen.
Protector.
Killer.
Demi-God.
Waiting for the people to fill the room, Wessex reclines slightly in her seat, projecting a sense of calm and ease and patience. The Wraith imbues herself with life, erasing the things that make her preternaturally still - putting the breath back in, the little twitches, the things that make humans human. Oh, the people need not hurry. She’ll wait for them to get comfortable. And if any might choose to greet her, to wave or try and catch her eye, she will respond with a smile and nod of her head. If not, it’s no matter. She has more than enough going on in her head to fill the time.
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Hello! This an ME for any and all Grounders. For timeline purposes, this takes place 4 days after returning from Halo and about a week after the portal has opened. Thanks for your patience on the portal stuff, it's been much appreciated.
You have 72 hours to respond to this ME. You must respond - I don't care how long the post is - to be eligible to participate in what comes next.
If you have any questions, please shoot Astor a DM.
It’s an annoyingly nice (aleit a tad chilly) Flowerbirth evening, matching her surprisingly light heart (which has been sustainably buoyant ever since her second Ascension). Wessex figures that either way, she wins, because in the first place she rarely puts herself in positions where she doesn't think she can win. But tonight isn't about keeping a crown, and that's where they'll all trip. Remain Queen and she can continue to guarantee safety with her power. Get herself ousted and she all of a sudden has a lot more free time to do the work. That might even be the better option if she’s being brutally honest with herself (untouchable, uncatchable, look upon the Wraith and then OOPS she isn’t there)
The Temple is set up for a meeting - not in the same way that Zariah’s was, but in a similar fashion because the building itself was made for such things.
It’s time.
There is nothing more for her than a simple wooden chair upon the dais. A table with a couple of boxes in it, their contents hidden, is to her right. Her clothes are a bit more formal than her favorite leather get-up (she still dons arm guards and knee-high boots, still wears a knife sheath at her hip) but are nonetheless simple and stark, portraying the humble beginning she came from and a rejection of the finery and pomp and circumstance that Zariah insisted on. She is simultaneously nothing more than she has ever pretended to be and much, much more than she ever hoped for.
Queen.
Protector.
Killer.
Demi-God.
Waiting for the people to fill the room, Wessex reclines slightly in her seat, projecting a sense of calm and ease and patience. The Wraith imbues herself with life, erasing the things that make her preternaturally still - putting the breath back in, the little twitches, the things that make humans human. Oh, the people need not hurry. She’ll wait for them to get comfortable. And if any might choose to greet her, to wave or try and catch her eye, she will respond with a smile and nod of her head. If not, it’s no matter. She has more than enough going on in her head to fill the time.
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Hello! This an ME for any and all Grounders. For timeline purposes, this takes place 4 days after returning from Halo and about a week after the portal has opened. Thanks for your patience on the portal stuff, it's been much appreciated.
You have 72 hours to respond to this ME. You must respond - I don't care how long the post is - to be eligible to participate in what comes next.
If you have any questions, please shoot Astor a DM.
