#;caemthe : deirdre

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ dee, for yinlin ] Deirdre doesn't like crowds, shouldn't stay in them for too long even, but her friend insisted on going to the Moon-chasing festival at least once, reminding her of the reason why she was escaping traveling in the first place. And, surprisingly, it was better than she expected. The music, lights, fireworks, laughter, and life could be felt in all of Taoyuan Vale. Time passed by quickly and, before she knew it, most people had already left and most stalls were already closed for the night. Sitting at the sightseeing spot under the village's large tree, Deirdre finally decided to take off her crow mask, a long sigh following after taking a deep breath. 'So this is what life is about, huh?' A thought she couldn't ponder for long, since it appeared she wasn't alone anymore. Putting on her mask again, she turned to look at the puppet and the puppeteer who controlled it. "Your show for the children was amazing. It was easy to forget that it was only one person doing it all. You must've practiced for the play for a long time." At least, it looked that way, but... Yinlin, while they haven't had many opportunities to actually sit down and talk, it was curious how they always cross paths.

FESTIVALS WERE THE BEST time for an agent. It was during this time information was exchanged, hidden away behind the vibrant lights, laughter, and smiles that lingered the people’s lips as they enjoyed themselves with friends or lovers. Thus, she wore her puppeteer guise, playing the role of a performer before the children as she created a show that would linger in their hearts long after the event was over. Zapstring moved as if alive, currently floating about children who had remained and filling them with awe. The sight always pulled a small smile from Yinlin’s lips, her heart warmed by the happiness she managed to spread from something so simple as this. Despite the noise, she heard Deirdre’s approach, her smile still present, yet it seemed more subdued now; present for the sake of being present. ❝Deirdre,❞ she greeted, tugging her cap a little further over her features. ❝It’s a play that I remember from when I was a little girl. Every time I saw it, even though it wasn’t changed much, I was always so excited. Honestly, I’m surprised I can even remember it after all these years.❞

     Was she speaking truth?

     Yinlin would leave that to Deirdre to decide, especially since she was prone to fabricating stories as she saw fit. ❝Hmm…I’m quite surprised to see you here, actually. Are you and your partner here enjoying the festival? We do not have foreigners often here during that time, so I can’t help but be curious as to what you think of it thus far.❞ She tilted her head a little, just enough to look at Deirdre from the corner of her eye. She didn’t see Cu’s bright head of hair, but she could assume that he was here too – wandering about, enjoying himself. How surprising it was, then, that Deirdre wasn’t with him. Even more so when the other woman decided to approach her.  

[incandescentia]

“I personally don’t find my brethren’s habit to prank people fun or fulfilling… the satisfaction simply feels temporary.” He sips the tea offered in front of him — relishing on the sweet herbal taste && its warmth enveloping his sense of taste. “…You seem to have a lot of experience when it comes to dealing with the faeries. Care to share a little bit of a story, madam?”

@caemthe -> dee / 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧! ( accepting. )

[parabelllvm]

[ deirdre, for jaime ] i thought there would be more people here.

“You would think so, right?”

“You hear about some big event or something to that effect but when you arrive, the fanfare is not as… poignant, I guess?” It's then that sea green eyes slide over to the woman to her right, with her head turning a little bit more as to more clearly offer the other her attention. “At least — that's been my experience when I visit places. It always takes a little bit for… “things to get going”, as they say. Sometimes if you arrive early, you'll be bored out of your mind until about midday — when things really pick up.”

At least, that had been her experience each time she visited new places for new experiences. It's taught her to be patient, for sure — especially when she's anticipating some wild display of magic or some sort of performance.

“In this case…” Jaime holds the syllable, her eyes drifting away from the other blonde and moving towards their surroundings. “…It'll probably be another couple hours — two at most, honestly. We still have a bit more time to walk around and explore~”

It's then that the noble elf nudges Deidre a little bit, a happy little smile on her lips.

“…We could probably get some little trinkets before everything gets busy. Or find somewhere nice to sit and wait.”

"I Thought" prompts | @caemthe

[darabeatha]

@caemthe replied ; cú would gift very tasty chocolate bark in little bags to all of your muses he interacted with (yes, even for tez who failed to shot him); dee would make a simple dessert for ritsuka; and pat thought it was an event for the girls only and has to wait till white day to give something back 😭

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ―Uwaah! Is that really for me? it looks amazing, thank you Deirdre ! ❞ How nice of her ! he immediately snaps the treat in half, enthusiastically offering one half to Deirdre ❝ Let's share it , it'll increase our bond level too ! ❞

[unboundtravels]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 | @caemthe

How did he get here? Where was he? He felt blood pooling down his head as he moved to push a piece of stone off of him. His eyes trembled lightly as they adjusted to light. He remembered being inside the control room of his ship, until some anomaly or distortion suddenly yanked his TARDIS through a solar storm, spitting it out somewhere he wasn't sure. He smelt smoke and heard distant rumblings. He could see through pieces of debris that he was near or inside some broken buildings. When he fully stood to his feet, he moved toward the opening hole in the wall of the building he seemed to be inside.

Suddenly, his foot tugged against something. He looked down, tilting his head down to see something. "A security droid..?" He raised eyebrows. He leaned down, withdrawing a small, silver, cylindrical device from his bandolier and scanning the droid. "Totally destroyed. Looks like it was following its protection protocol just before it was totaled..." The man spoke, standing up. In the light, he had mud brown hair tied back in a loose tail, wearing a heavy brown U-Boat jacket that dropped down to his thighs. He wore muddy brown trousers, boots, and gaiters. A waistcoat and a pink shirt completed his upper half, along with a flamingo-pink neck scarf and a bandolier across his chest. "What was it... What drew me off course?" He mumbled. Then he heard a voice, from down on the lower levels, near the stairwell of the room he was in.

Blue gaze scanned the area, looking for anyone that could be- there! “You should look for a different place to hide. Those robots have long since stopped following protocol. It's gotten out of hand.” After witnessing so many disasters, Deirdre picked on the habit of looking out for others as well.

"Robots..?" He exhaled, "You mean these ones, on the ground?" He looked down, inspecting its damage. Until he heard another rumbling, his mind reminded of what was following him when he was pulled down here— to the surface. It came back like a crashing wave, crashing against his mind as he rushed down the stairs, pulling the woman down with him until they were out in the street of this barren planet, with only just a few colonies scattered all across them. 

SAUCERS, thousands of them. In the sky, bombarding the planet. "Daleks." The Renegade mumbled out. "They followed me here." He spoke, looking through the ruins of where he'd woken up. "Come along! Help me find my ship! They're after me, so I can lead them away!! Just.. Help me find... my box." He said, as he frantically pushed aside the rubble of the building he'd woken up in. 

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ dee, for yuyu ] Deirdre was a quiet person and, while she enjoyed it when others did the talking, she didn’t mind the silence either. So time spent with Jianyu was mostly spent in silence, but that didn’t mean there was no communication between the two. But, one day, while cleaning her sword, she casually asked: “How’s the bet going?” No, at no point did she ask if there was a large-scale bet (that Calcharo should never know about) going on among the mercenaries. And, no, she never explicitly asked what was going on between the Ghost Hounds’ boss and a certain teal general.

JIANYU AND DEIRDRE WERE quite similar in the fact that both preferred to listen rather than speak, and though both would certainly do so if put in a conversation, for the most part, if there was silence, then they were silent. Even so, they seemed to understand one another well enough in those moments. Thus, when Deirdre broke that relative quiet to speak to him, he curiously turned his gaze from the other Hounds to her. ❝Well, I think.❞ It was a simple response to a simple question. ❝I’m still uncertain as to where the wind will blow, but I can guess how it might.❞ When the bet had initially been brought forth and he was dragged into it, he had thought that perhaps this was just due to boredom. Those who didn’t pick up contracts frequently were often the kind who would come up with amusing ways to move the time along when not patrolling or training, so he had assumed this was what it was. However, observing the two leaders more and more made it not so much a farfetched thing – this made even more so when he noticed slight differences between when the two were around one another, and when they weren’t.

     Of course, considering Jiyan was an honest man, any form of compliment or praise from him could easily be misconstrued by those who whose hearts might flutter hearing him speak. Thus, it would have been easy to misunderstand him whenever Calcharo was brought forward…if his fondness wasn’t so obvious. There was a distinct difference between how he spoke to others, spoke of others, and how he spoke of the Ghost Hound leader. This was the same for Calcharo as well. His gestures could be subtle, yet anyone who knew him for a long period of time, most definitely noticed things he probably didn’t even realize. Jianyu knew this because he had been watching. Fingers brushed through the Dreadmane’s fur beside him, an idle gesture more or less as he looked away once again. ❝Though this is done all in good fun, I do hope that things work out for both in the end.❞

[incandescentia]

✔ for deirdre!

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 // accepting!

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[intcritus]

[ dee, for penelope ] Dungeons were one of the few places in which one could die, and their soul stayed tied to the corpse rather than wander away to become a vengeful ghost or pass to a better life. Blessing or curse, it was convenient for the many adventurers that searched for treasures and the magic-users who made a living out of reviving the fallen heroes. Luckily, none of Deirdre’s party members (or herself) has passed away yet, but she has seen her fair share of adventurers dying. Mostly because of hidden traps and monster attacks, but the ways one can die in a dungeon tends to be quite… unique, to say the least.

The corpse she was dragging to the higher levels of the dungeon belonged to an adventurer who fell to a hidden trap after getting too excited for finding some jewelry and items made of gold. Rookie mistake, one needs to be the most careful after a burst of good luck. “You’re experienced in the arts of healing and reviving the fallen ones, yes?” She asked, hoping that she really found the right person. The woman before her fit the description she heard before descending to the lower levels of the dungeon. “Multiple poisoned arrows all over the body. They hit the jackpot just before dying, more than enough to cover the resuscitating fee.”

dungeons were a curious commodity, and penelope quite liked how they were teeeming with life and death in tandem. the many ways one could die were never ending but then she'd bought back many from the brink of death and more. their mortal coils lingered because of their fighting spirit. one didn't just die fighting, their soul did too, which was why it was so easy for her to use her magic to bring them back. many of them came back swinging, gasping for the breath of life, clutching for a fallen sword.

stepping forward with a low hum, looked down at the corpse, then at deidre, and then gaze shifted beyond the woman's shoulder, the faint ghostly outline of the person grimacing. it's funny how the soul reflects the moment of the precipice of death. of that last panic. ah, how fascinating. before she can reconnecting the soul to the body, the poison has to go. kneeling, hands gain an ethereal glow, hovering over the prone form, lashes fluttering close. ah, such a stubborn poison, it clings to the skin, in the blood but with another surge of her magic, it begins to flow out each wound, black sludge that leaks out sluggishly.

❝ ━ wyvern poison ? someone was determined to have bodies stacked, hm ? ❞ the words are said more to herself before hands gain a more pinkish hue and a surge of magic seems to jolt the body on the ground. she might be aware of the way the soul and the body reconnect, but it's a sight only she's aware of. but it does make her penelope smile when her patient abruptly sits up, grabbing their throat then patting over their frame before tearfully looking at her. ❝ ━ ah, ah, take it easy. you'll need two days rest especially after that those poison arrows, okay ? you're very lucky. ❞

once they're helped up, penelope takes a second to pull a vial from one of the many pockets of her cloak, scooping up some of the coagulated blood caused by the poison. ❝ ━ i'll waive the resuscitation fee this time, only because i got something valuable to study. ❞ there's a bit of wickedness in her smile, so reminescent of one cheeky necromancer, ❝ ━ tell me, if you lot are so prone to risking your life, i wouldn't mind tagging along. after all, i've got some time on my hands since i'm in the area. ❞ / @caemthe

[creaturetaled]

[ dee, for bea ] "But you're a butterfly, you'll be fine." The oracle of doom would've given a confused look at her companion but, all of a sudden, another rope broke, making the hanging bridge even more unstable than mere moments ago. Deirdre looked down and- No, there wasn't enough water to secure their fall, and it had too many rocks for her taste. "This is bad."

unprompted. ft @caemthe.

There was a brief silence on her companion's end - if only because Bea was trying to determine how loudly she should shriek !

' Need I remind you, not only are my wings incredibly short - ' a violent and yet dramatic gesture of her waving arm to her back, where two said tiny clear & black wings fluttered, mostly uselessly, before other hand cocked itself upon her hip, lip jutting out in a petulant frown, ' But my species of butterfly is renowned for being shitty fliers. ' why, just the other day she had landed in a mud puddle. But that was a story for another day.

She does not know how she got convinced into coming along this sojourn - actually she did, Dee made a compelling case and Bea would do anything for her friends....even cross a death defying bridge that even in her little brain was not a good idea..... and the sound of a rope snapping only solidified that opinion.

' Well, my dear, ' butterfly squeaks out, knuckles suddenly becoming a very noticeable shade of white as they grip onto the shaky rope that remains, ' What is your plan of attack now? ' she didn't particularly want her tombstone to say fell to her untimely demise. She had always thought she would go out differently. Like fighting a bear.

[ardenssolis]

@caemthe​ said (inbox):

[ deirdre ] “I could’ve sworn you were close friends.” Deirdre simply lifted an eyebrow when she saw the pharaoh take a turn in the opposite direction when Emer entered the picture. There was no amusement in her tone but she still stepped forward to the hallway and looked around. After a while, she signalled the other to come out. “All good now. No sly foxes nor brutish wolves in sight.” When she got a better look at the pharaoh, a slight frown appeared on the woman’s features. “You reek of someone I hate. If you wanna stay here then either change or leave.”

      OZYMANDIAS HAD BEEN QUICK to avoid Emer knowing full well that she would somehow manage to get some kind of information out of him one way or another. That woman was far too sly for her own good, and though he did not believe she had any real motives aside from being nosey (oh how nosey she was), the fact that she could steer a conversation in the direction she wanted meant he might say far more than intended. No way was he going to be her source of entertainment today! Although he had been anxious that Deirdre would alert that Assassin to his presence, thankfully, they must have 'pitied' (?) him enough to let him slink away for a little longer. Stepping out of his hiding place the moment he was signaled to do so, he huffed.

     ❝Deirdre,❞ he greeted, the utterance of her name a 'thanks' in its own way. ❝I see you are aware of the usual suspects I tend to avoid. One, not as much anymore, but said wolf can be a headache from time to time.❞ Or wolves, he guessed he could say. He paused, frowning a little. 'You reek of someone I hate.' Someone she...hated? Conall? It was no surprise the other's scent clung to his skin, considering. Also no surprise he was hated as well. So, surely he was who she spoke of? ❝And what exactly am I to change into? It is not as if I carry extra clothing in my pockets.❞ How unreasonable.

[zangyo]

R.esident Evil Village Prompts; accepting || @caemthe​

[ dee ] “ i am not a weapon. “

     ❝WHETHER YOU SEE YOURSELF as one or not doesn't matter. What does, is that someone else always will. That's just how it is.❞ He at one time, had seen Yuji as 'Sukuna's Vessel.' Had even addressed him as such when he spoke to Gojo until the other bluntly corrected him, emphasizing what that boy's name was. Still, his thoughts in concerns to that child hadn't changed until they showed him they were more than this. Sadly, there were others who would always look at Yuji as if he was a hand grenade that could go off at any given time if Sukuna ever took over his body. They would never know or care that he was such an earnest person as he fought hard to become more than this, did his best to rely on his own power and will rather than some grotesque curse who could most definitely kill his enemies...but also potentially kill those around them too on a mere whim. ❝It is best to focus on those who do not perceive you as such rather than those that do.❞

[rakkirrrowch-a]

@caemthe​ asked : [ deirdre ] "..." She's just gonna gently ruffle his hair and give him a small box of homemade cookies. "Don't just hand over your lunch money to guys like that. Tell me next time so I can beat them up."

      huh ?  ---  oh wow ,  cookies !  his mom always told him never to let himself be lured in by candy from strangers ,  but this had to be a friend ,  right ?  only friends gave each other homemade stuff .  ‘ thank you ... !  but ,  i don’t remember giving my lunch money to anybody ... ‘  and guys like that ?  like what ,  exactly ?  he wasn’t hurt ,  or getting pushed around and laughed at standing harmlessly with a box of cookines in his hands ,  so they couldn’t have been doing anything awful enough to warrant a whole smackdown ,  did they ?  unless ...  his eyes widen .  ‘ are you a superhero ? ‘  a superhero who carried boxes of homemade cookies around was amazing !  ‘ wow ! ‘

[abendrotbrav]

sweet child laid upon the earth / yet you never wept after your birth

Hypnos & Aphrodite

Oh, sweet child of sleep and love! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother was born beautiful of Titan's blood. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, imagination, and consuming desire. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of prophetic dreams and domesticity as you grow into your power. 

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[guhamun]

SO…WHAT HE WAS getting from this conversation, was that this foreigner saw Jianyu as someone to toy with. Because if he wasn’t taking the fight seriously, then clearly that was what this amounted to. Killing, fighting – that wasn’t something that should be perceived as fun in any capacity. However, the way the other spoke was enough to make his already heightened anger go ever higher. He had always been temperamental, though at least had been doing better about keeping it under some semblance of control. The desire to just up and lop that head from shoulders was very much present...but...he would brush that to the back of his thoughts. Focus. He needed to focus on what was said afterwards – on the information he was being given, rather than on anything else. If he did that, then all would be well. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he sheathed his sword, although his defensive stance had yet to change. ❝Sounds like something they’d do. Probably intended on using you for one of their experiments. Lucky enough that they were slain thanks to your hand ‘slipping’.❞ 

     The people of Huanglong were indeed often rather helpful, and considering he could tell from a glance that these two were from the New Federation, it must have been rather bizarre for them to experience. If you were exposed to constant kindness, it had a tendency to make you lower your guard. Your senses would dull all thanks to that trust. Shifting his attention away for a moment, he made his way over to where the other ‘company’ had placed down documentation showing everything he needed to see. There was no doubt anymore that their story was true. Bending down, he picked up one of the IDs, softly clicking his tongue before gently placing it back down. ❝Understood. Seems you prevented some other poor soul from falling for this ruse. Seeing as those who were killed are unable to thank you for it, I’ll offer my own instead.❞ Pushing himself back up, he reached for his pangu terminal, quick to make a call to Jiyan.

     The Ghost Hounds could deal with everything, but seeing as to these were Huanglong citizens, no doubt the Midnight Rangers would prefer to collect what items were left, and then attempt to contact the families of the fallen. Jianyu would just stay around and make sure no TD attempted to eat the corpses. There were a few saurian and dreamanes nearby, and though saurian weren’t prone to coming this far out near the roads, the dreadmanes might be drawn to the scent of blood. They were a lot more brave depending on the pack size. ❝The both of you will have to remain here until I get word from the General on what to do with you,❞ he spoke idly, a languid glance thrown in his ‘guests’ direction.

...Survival? That made him blink, genuine confusion evident on his features for a second. It was true that, at the end of the day, it all came down to making it to the next day. But when you're taught that you're at the top of the 'food chain' and your skills and deeds only solidify that thinking... "Sorry, but I don't see this as something that could threaten my life." The resonator wasn't boasting, nor was he trying to mock his opponent. The sharp end of his crimson spear was buried on the ground once his opponent backed away. "And I don't see it as a game, just don't think you need to be so serious about this stuff all the time. Even if someone dies, it's nothing personal, you know? Just the way things are." So why not get some fun out of it before kicking the bucket or putting an end to someone else's life? Cú Chulainn and Deirdre failed to notice it, but there was something inherently wrong with the way he talked. His sole defense was that hunting hounds and attack dogs are taught to have fun when they chase, kill and bring back their prey. They get praised when they do as they're told, they get scolded when they don't, and then they get discarded when they aren't useful anymore.

"These guys offered us a ride and, after half an hour or so, they tried to sedate us. I don't react well when they try to hurt my friends, so my hand slipped." He didn't think the mercenary was interested in long explanations (nor would give him the time for one), so he kept things as brief as possible. "As for why we accepted the ride, well, dunno. Everyone has been awfully nice and helpful since we set foot in Huanglong. Really dropped the ball there," Cú said as he scratched the back of his head, frustrated with himself for falling for such an easy trick. He was certain he would be teased relentlessly if his cousins ever learned of this incident, so he hoped the guy trying to slit his neck didn't go around sharing the story after all is sorted out.

Before another fight could break, Deirdre opened the vehicle's door and lifted a pair ID cards and the vehicle's documentation. "Found the original documentation." If one were to look at the photos, they would see that the people on the documents, and the ones lying dead on the ground weren't the same. The uniform made it difficult to spot the differences but, without the trademark hat and sunglasses, the differences were clear enough. "Leaving these here in case you want to check them," the masked woman said as she placed the documents slightly closer to the mercenary, and then returned to the vehicle.

[incandescentia]

[INBOX] @caemthe asked:

[ dee, for seele ] “You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡ // accepting!

"I told you already that you shouldn't really trouble yourself coming all the way here just for me..."

She was laid down on a bed in Natasha's underground clinic; face flushed red with lukewarm bodily temper. It was an awful idea to traverse through the wilderness of Belobog's snow plains without a proper protection gearset, but Seele was thick-headed enough to boldly ignore Bronya's warnings to swiftly solve another Fragmentum creatures emergence problem on her own.

Being the strenuous butterfly of Wildflire, falling sick like this seemed like an unusual occurrence to happen to Seele. Familiar faces came and go to pay her a little visit, but Deirdre was the most unexpected visitor for the entire day so far. The woman's little notice in the messages really had caught her aback while she spent her day lying listlessly on her bed. She already said to Deirdre not to trouble herself when they were planets apart, but seemed like her caution simply came to fell on deaf ears when she saw the very familiar blonde-haired lady at the clinic's doorstep.

"You even already cut me some apples...? Man, this is embarrassing." One hand moved over to cover the upper half of her flushed visage. "Seeing me being down with fever like this... It's gotta be a little weird for you, huh?"

[muriokusho]

[ deirdre ] truth serum. "if a poisonous snake bit that serious salaryman-kind of guy or the sketchy monk on the dick, would you suck the poison out to save their lives?"

send me ‘ truth serum ’ along with something your muse has always wanted to ask mine, or something you have always wanted to know about them, for my muse to answer truthfully.  | @caemthe

“Save Nanami because he would never let me down, unlike someone and besides, Suguru can get his dick sucked by the curses he swallowed.”