#Avestus Aliarme

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It’s like taking a shot of tequila: you just gotta force it down, and suddenly the world feels much more pleasant. I do three shots every time I have to enter this office.

Cicero to Avestus

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Previous log

The “Genderbent” Seimora’s Crown revealed! (ver. 2.0)

Warning: The “genderbent” counterparts to Seimora’s Crown and the Vaorone (plus the Valencio) make me (during sleeping) shocked and overwhelmed!

Fanon names (bold: often used names):

Amelia Vesta “Avesta” Aliarme, Avestus’ female counterpart and female Vaorone of the Registry

Patricia “Trisha” Delzole, Tristan’s female counterpart and female Valencio of the Registry

Patroclus Vergilium “Privius” Onair, Privia’s male counterpart and Vam of the Altus Nobilis

Federika Vinilla “Favea” Fedelta, Faveo’s female counterpart and Judgemistress of the Luca Infinita

Ozelius Tiberius “Zelius” Deladore, Zelia’s male counterpart and Head Patron of the Sorelle del Mare

Vicaria Idvarda Romulla Emirus, Vicario’s female counterpart and Kyria of the Labores Solis

Sevilla Maria-Rosalina de Patrio, Sevil’s female counterpart and female Luminary of the Dieci Sovrani

Beatrix Rivekka Tiberia “Brekka” Tarius, Brekken’s female counterpart and Regina of the Cacciatore

Bonus images (plus Avesta, minus Mascherines):

Pose reference(s)

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Gustavus: That's because there is no secret machine, Queen Maria. You see, I learned something today. "Throughout this whole ordeal, we've all wanted to show things that we weren't allowed to show, but it wasn't because of some Tokimune's clone machine. It was because of the magical power of threatening people with crime. That's obviously the only true power. If there's anything we've all learned, it's that terrorizing people works."

Avestus: That's right. "Don't you see, Dactites, if you don't want to be made fun of anymore, all you need are guns and bombs to get people to stop."

Orlana: That's right, Ages. "All you need to do is instill fear and be willing to hurt people and you can get whatever you want. The only true power is crime."

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Meanwhile

Maria: This is incredible. Who wants to go next?

Frederick: I want to be next.

Dactite: No, Dactites go next.

Cyrus: Maskrunners can believe this! I'm next, ha!

Tokimune: It's my clone machine! I'm next!

Avestus: No one's going next! [Avestus, Privia, and Vicario run in while Zelia, Sevil, Faveo and Brekken drop in from above.] Mira Bas is our great ally! Let her go!

Dactite: They can't stop all of us! Get 'em!

[The Maskrunners and the other historical leaders attack the great leaders of the Citte as one. Zelia blows her super power on Harald Bluetooth, who freezes over.]

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Avestus: Cicero, did you happen to hear my announcement?

Cicero: I hang on every word.

Avestus: I'm going to assume that's sarcasm.

Cicero: Correct.

Avestus: So, you didn't hear my announcement?

Cicero: I'm barely listening now.

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You see Mrs. Aliarme, education is not about obscure facts and little test scores. Education is about the overall effects of years of slow absorption. Concepts, philosophies, approaches to problem solving. The whole process is so grand.

Vicaria Emirus, about Avesta Aliarme (Vicario and Avestus’ genderswap)

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How to build the stage of Masquerada

Vicario: We can't beat "the Herald"! It's just too strong!

Avestus: We have to find another weak spot! [into his cuff] Valencio!

Tristan: What?

Avestus: We need to know any weakness "the Herald" might have!

Tristan: Um... Let me think... Um... Oh I know... "the Herald" can't resist singing groups with the Cicero and Friends.

Avestus: All right. I'll build a stage. Zelia and Faveo, use mind control to get a huge audience. Privia and Vicario, use powers to find a band. Breck, [chuckles] you and Sevil go get us bigoli for dinner. [the others start chuckling]

Brekken: It's Brekken and Sevil.

Avestus: Okay, Brekken, you guys head off!

Brekken: Fine! Sevil, come. [the others chuckle]

Tristan: Heh heh heheheh. No way he just said that.

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Avestus: What's your favorite color?

Cicero: Kalden. ...Wait, what was the question?

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Cicero: Thank you for agreeing to see me, Vaorone.

Avestus: I didn't, you just walked in and started talking-

Cicero: (waving him off) I don't have time for a history lesson.

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Avestus: Scenario: You pull a coach over for speeding and find your brother at the reins. What do you do?

Cicero: Well, first I'd be like, "Cyrus? You're alive?! What the fuck!"

Avestus: ...

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He was a dedicated employee. Now he's just a... dead employee.

Avestus about Razitof

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Avestus, staring out the window: You've been avoiding me, Gavar.

Cicero: How did you know it was me?

Avestus: To be perfectly honest, the first few people I did that to were not you.

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Avestus: Grapes are easy to acquire and easy to eat.

Cicero: If you say anything else on this topic I’m going to murder you.

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Cicero, wrapping up a long treatise on Kalden's many virtues: Honestly, lately I can't fall asleep UNTIL he starts snoring.

Avestus: Gavar... you're making me uncomfortable.

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Avestus: Have I made myself clear?

Cicero: You're looking for the answer 'yes'?

Avestus: Yes.

Cicero: Then yes.

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Cicero: Five years ago, I helped my brother gain a key position in charge of Mascherines in the White Spire. He then attempted to engage the Citte in civil war. Rather than have an uncomfortable confrontation with him, I made my way to Disneyland Ombre, or Ombredisney as it was then called, and was subsequently apprehended on Space Mountain by authorities.

Avestus: Do you have any explanation as to why you might have done this?

Cicero: Well sir, at the time, I was suffering from serious emotional problems that had clearly affected my judgement. I had immersed myself in my work and as a result I became very insular and uncommunicative.

Avestus: Why do you think that was?

Cicero: (shrugs, muttering) I 'unno.