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"Ah. Hilarious."

Cold, stoic eyes gaze down, down, down upon this imprudent young man, as white fingers grasp the round pinnacle of her mace. Indignation appears not on her strangely serene countenance. Malice, however, proves visible. The opposition thinks himself wunderkind? Absolutely sidesplitting.

"I had been awaiting a jester for quite some time prior. Thank you for gracing me with your mildly comical anecdote, but I find that it is quite illusory to be real, correct? Let me make two things clear to you, clown.

"One: the apocalypse will be mine to cause. Two: death holds a phobia for yours truly. Now, lend me your, ah, 'moniker', buffoon. I shall add your name to a lengthy roster of those who death will eat for breakfast."

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His laugh flickers with thrilling scorn and his adamantine stance shifts as he languidly bends at the waist in a mocking, derisive bow, paying proper homage to his near and dear sovereign.  The delusions of the bourgeoisie and their fantastical phantasms that all are their personal court of worshippers are never too farfetched to entertain.  A prefect and a man of courtesy, protocol and order, there is nothing wrong with properly greeting authority, tepidly to be usurped or not.

His blood clots in his veins, a thick, bile-like drip of malicious disgust pooling in his guts. 

“Your Highness,” he greets, mocking, and he lifts his head, “a pressing message: you’re to be escorted to your own personal apocalpse, a befitting death for my one true Liege: impaled upon her own specter.”

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Even with her amount of self-proclaimed power, she cannot strike at Gundam Tanaka. Of all of those she has acknowledged, Tanaka displays individual capability more than any other of those she had condemned to palace life. How the boy acquired those skills while honing his chosen craft is beyond her, but, unlike him, her aptitude exists externally. If she were with her men, she would strike. If she were armed with a gun in arms, she would strike. But unprepared in passing and with only a fist as weaponry? To strike would be too... ad hoc.

However, to submit due to the fact that physical reprisal is not an option? That is worse than impromptu, that is foolish, that is weak, that turns the prominent goddess into a mere subordinate, and a subordinate to the most delirious man she has come across. "An immortal," she says, "cannot fear for their life. Correct your threat to one that legitimately stirs dread, and then I shall correct my regard towards you to one that takes you seriously."

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His articles of faith strike truth like mallet upon drum; hallowed light that radiates from within rotting flesh, the colour of his skin sourced by the pentecostal fire that burns bright within. Otherwise, he does present himself as translucent, demonstrations of pellucid godly flesh—like his skin is clear as the diamonds encrusted upon Nevermind’s jewellery.

“To implicate heresy? How dangerous to state! My word is nothing less than honoured by God, and thusly, I do beseech you retract such vitrolic statements, lest the Gods inform me to strike you where you stand. I am a merciful man, yet I cannot vouch for kindness demonstrated by Gods upon words of heretics spoken of Them.”

Tanaka’s right hand raises, as if to passively silence her, and he then flicks the air idly, to disparate her words like they were cigarette smoke. “The attempts upon my life further prove of my holy guidance and protection. A God blessed individual cannot die at the hands of mere mortals. As such, I would be the one fearing for my life if I were you, Sonia Nevermind, lest They decide you’ve spent quite enough time playing your rebellious game.”

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The next moments are filled with only that of deafening pause. Sonia stares at this daring impostor with fervent contempt, mind brimming with what is easily dismissed as weak retort. A fissure opens in the silence and consumes it:

"Fine. I refuse to argue with a hallucination, and such a stubborn one at that. I do believe that the foolish being I was once lacked in decorum, but not as much as you are exhibiting now. You will simply be ignored until I summon my soldiers to remove you from the premises." And then she makes her way to the kitchen and opens the cabinets in a subdued huff, frowning at each ingredient her line of sight meets.

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"Never…"

Not knowing its consequences, she decided to stay— regardless of her harsh words. What was going on between them. Obviously, their friendship would not work out. She spoke to her less-forgiving counterpart again, "I do exist. You do not. I am nowhere near the person who you are now. We may have recently met, but it does not mean you could banish me from my own home. Vacation house, rather."

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Cerulean oculars rise almost hesitantly to the sky, avoiding the glare of the looming sun. It being the afternoon, as stated by the other, the rays of the sun are diluted, subdued, but Her Highness still fears for the full function of her eyes. Indeed, he is right, in contradiction to his usual brand of disguised imprecision.

"... Indeed," she says.

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Our hearts break for the lives lost and impacted by the typhoon in the Philippines. Let’s take a moment to pray for these hurt and confused families durning this tragic time. 

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Why there is an influx of visitants is something she is unaware of, but the reasoning matters not; what matters is that these are likely people, other than her soldiers, willing to devote. Is it for her crown or for her fortune or for her superficial beauty? Ah, instead of dwelling upon such a despairing subject, she brings back the recurrent 'reasoning matters not' to justify her investigative apathy.

Tilting her head upwards slightly to align her focus to the crowd, she says, she orders, " -- Toss aside your self-proclaimed talent. State your name and business." For once, her words are simple, to the point. This is what the populace reveres and fears, this is what the populace attempts to exaggerate: plain statement. She'll exploit it, just this once.

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The question must have been rhetoric, for why else would the queen visit a pool? If it were not... then Her Highness would possess no regret that she'd laid terror upon an academy that would bestow an elite class title on a halfwit.

" -- I doubt," says the girl, "That one with expert erudition on the art of swimming would cause boredom. If your statement was not said with such a soft implement, then I would have you taken at the hands of my army for such blasphemy. However, I will express some, ah, temporary lenience, just this once." 

In a graceful arc, her figure soars into the air only to decline into the water in what is, from the surface, a minimal splash; the blonde's crown emerges first, followed by her glistening visage, and then the rest of what can surface. Water drips from the sleeves of her wetsuit and her long eyelashes as she blinks, gently beaming at the other in what may be conceit or invitation or both.

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[♒] “I don’t suppose you’ve come for a swim, have you?” "But whatever. I wouldn’t mind a bit of company. Don’t bore me though. I might end up pulling you into the water anyways."

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Name: Ink Personal account: arcadism / besbaw.tk Age: ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- ah-- Birthday: April 28th Nickname(s): Sab, Ink Reason for nickname(s): Ink is a nickname. Roleplay character(s): Leon Kuwata, Sonia Nevermind, Gakupo Kamui, Tavros Nitram Roleplaying History: 2007, on Tinierme. R.I.P. Typing style: aaaaaaああああaaa? Advice to RP with me: I would love to roleplay with you! Just please calm down and try not to pressure me. I'm very busy.

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Evidently, the dogma of Gundam Tanaka has not swayed.

"Still uttering blasphemies I see, Tanaka," says Her Highness, spitting out his name with such resent because it is disgusting, "While you may have made seepage from your fate previously, your doom is inevitable. I suggest-- no, no, I command that you refrain from telling such lies. Unless you have a death wish, follow the orders of your Benevolent Goddess and you may just be spared.

"Do not make a proclamation claiming "Godly perfection" knowing that the only reason you are alive is due to the foolishness of your attempted killer."

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The hand of the Lord takes sentience, and its form is the bastardization of the Good Word that presents himself before her most highest majestic might. Short lashes meet together when he blinks once whilst his gaze fixates upon her, corrupted eyes of carmine and verglas that uphold a taut look of disapproval to graze her person. His lips contort into a brutalized form of bemusement, upon this girl, as they remain parted for deep vocals to craft lilting words of captivating charisma.

“Shall I take honour in being informed Her Grace counts he of Godly perfection as an anomaly?” How wicked her very tone is, gaudy exemplar of deluded royalty and despondency. “Though your words bring a charm akin to shards of glass, I am afraid I do not bow my head for the crown of another. Perhaps you’ve cast your eye upon the depraved masses that lie in wait elsewhere. You’re not that daft.”

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Yet another unfit guest. Upon clearing her throat, she speaks in an indoor voice towards this unfamiliar. "Unfortunately for you, we have never met. I do not recall ever laying my eyes upon you, let alone requesting to borrow one of your dirty possessions. Grant me your name and I may comprehend your delusions."

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"Ah. I think I took a wrong turning on Nevermind Avenue."

Narrow grey eyes narrow further, Mukuro quickly assessing this princess as a bigger threat than the one she’d intended to find. But, oh well..

"I was going to ask if you’ve finished the movie I loaned you, but I have a feeling that you haven’t."

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" -- Real?"

What starts out as a low, inaudible hiccup slowly grows into a moderate chuckle, and then into a shrill, recurrent laugh; a laugh that sounds as if it did not escape from her throat. The noise bolts into the air as she dons an stoic smile, mimics that of the apparition.

"Yes, perhaps, you did exist, as juvenile as you seem and regard this punitive existence," says her, letting her tones dance upon invisible staves, "Perhaps I did possess such readily trusting logic, when I was but a mere child. Now, you wretched enigma, read what I imply, for I am sure even the most unaware of people could understand: you were real. You are not real. This is the present age and the dimwit that I once was no longer walks the earth. My slumberland will not become a place of reminisce. Evaporate."

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Sonia chuckled, "No, I shall not leave. This is my house. You are the person who is required to depart from here. I simply have no reason why I should disappear."

It was unbelievable. She felt like she was fighting a boss from a video game— realizing why Chiaki loved playing with her PSP so much. The princess knew it. Her worst enemy would always be herself. Closing her eyes while looking down to smile, she smirked to admit: ”We are both capable to live independently. But I am not as naive as you think.” Then she stared at the cynical version of her.

'Is this real? How was there another me? I shall figure out the reasons for this bullshit.' She replied, "Ah, the reason why I am not vanishing from existence is…" Facing her again, "I am real. This is not an occult. I do love it dearly, but if I told you this is a paranormal activity, I would not be telling you the truth." 

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Despite her company being either victims or aliens to her, the latter seem to express an ambiance reminiscent to that of her beloved devotees, her father's army. They stand stoic or with sinister beams, they smell of blood, they seem capable of killing a man, and they probably have. Soft lip corners crease upwards in this mild approval. The goddess will greet them with more mercy just for this admirable first impression.

" -- What brings such atypical individuals to the presence of Her Highness?" she asks, tuning her voice to sound high-pitched, etheral, "I suppose that you have come to bow and offer your life. There is a chance that I may readily accept."

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Although he has already been proven as one of the most adamant, Kuzuryuu still does not fail to show how insolent he can be even to the premier of divinities. Maverick is a title he could have possessed, but her memory does not fail; the boy fell. Rebels never fall, especially to their knees. Though adamant, Fuyuhiko is feeble, spineless, and she will not tolerate such insults from a coward not worth her spit.

"The Palace rules state that addressing Her Highness as anything other than such merits a warning. Two more warnings and you will undergo an execution. Do not direct such casual epithets and profanities in my direction.

"I was simply bewildered by the fact that you are still alive, but I will let it past me for the moment. I can slay you as many times as I would like, so it is not a problem. Tell me, though, how are you still breathing and walking and talking, with such vulgarity also, after I dropped a boulder upon your delicate pate?"

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Another set of people, great. Perfect time to improve his communication skills. “… what the hell do you guys want?”

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Such a conundrum occurring brings Sonia to the conclusion that the entire ordeal is a dream sequence. As the manifest of perfection, it is obvious that she cannot be stupid. What sort of inane being would embrace a paradox so readily? At least, with her cynicism, an overthrow can never take place. As for the real question: to embrace the enigma, or to obliterate it?

Perhaps this is an opportunity to achieve what people call 'enlightenment'-- Unfortunately for such individuals, her knowledge is whole and impeccable, zenith and ultimate, so very luminous. To be granted such a chance would be of no use either way. It is best to berid her slumber of what is most likely to become a nuisance. But, how to do so?

"-- I cannot label someone I already acknowledge as an acquaintance," says Sonia, submerged in contemplation, "So I strongly suggest that you leave. I am no longer a child. I possess no pedestals, especially for the occult, so I hold no interest in you, a naiveté doppelganger of myself." Perhaps to state these words, these subconscious lies, out loud would steer her dream into a different direction, but for some reason, the clone remains as if the mastermind's presence were not repugnant daunting enough. " ... Why are you not vanishing?"

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Sonia arrived at her vacation home in Japan [since she wanted to explore the country further], and for some reason, she found something strange. The princess noticed the presence of a duplicate of her. She stuttered, "Uh, wh— what brings you here? And… why are you— here?" The blonde panicked; appeared with shock. She was beginning to be like Tsumiki Mikan for a second.

Tried to calm down with, "You must be Sonia Nevermind too? It is a pleasure to meet you. Shall we be esteeming acquaintances?"