#mystery nun

[florainkingdom]

Continued from X @babylonianpirate

"Wait, I get paid too? Losing a drinking match has never turned out so well." Mary guessed she didn't only have to get by on the church giving her money. The feline took the money. "Things been crazy in Flora. Lots of people from other worlds showing up. Not that I'm complaining. Lots more people to date."

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ღ From Atreya, to the sweet Nun

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

"Don't gotta try hard with me Captain. Just give me a call and I'm down for whatever." Mary was making it clear she was VERY available and down to hook up with Atreya.

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"Right, sorry. It kinda just slipped out." Petunia was glad Reyna got everyone's attention off of her after that sudden outburst. The feline would just try to remain quiet and avoid drawing attention back onto her as she watched the fight.

Friedrich simply kept his eye on the fight. He had to admit, Surge seemed to have quite a bit of skill, not to mention just how fast she is. With proper training she could be a true menace on the battlefield. However, the gamba was more impressed with Reyna with how effortlessly she dodged the attacks, not to mention he had no doubt she was holding back.

"Talk about one sided. I may not know much about fighting, though even I can tell Reyna isn't serious," Mary said before munching on some popcorn that she someone just had. The false nun wondered why Surge wanted to fight Reyna if it was so one sided.

Reyna looks disappointed at Petunia. "Hey, no backseat fighting. Also, that's terrible advice to randomly shout out before anyone moves. Normally good before the fight starts, not during. And finally-" She says, instantly side stepping an oncoming punch from Surge. It was like the tenrec moved faster than could be seen, but she really just used teleportation. "-that's not Surge's style." She says with a little smirk as she looks down at the electrified tenrec. The latter lets out a 'tch' before she bolts away.

As Surge zooms away, she curls into a ball, and begins hurdling towards Reyna. If she missed, she simply bounced back faster, zipping around like a pinball. Reyna, on the other hand simply dodged each time the curled up fighter came at her. It was clear that the lizard was holding back a lot.

"Impressive, you've improved that Bounding Bolt technique of yours a lot. And your teleportation has gotten significantly better. I'm glad you managed to find a way to quietly cast it, it's usually pretty loud." She says, listing off Surge's capabilities she's seen so far. It seems for Reyna, this is as much a spar for Surge, as it is a chance to see how the tenrec's grown.

[tuttle-did-it]

You know, it's genuinely sad to me that aging favourite character actors no longer have any fun murder-mystery tv shows to guest-star as murders on.

[florainkingdom]

Continued from X @the-potpourri

"It's all good, always like the company, especially if it's cute company that I get," Mary said as she put out the cigar, she was smoking with the ash tray. "Got a bit of smoke in in so might take a bit to clear up. Hope that ain't a problem." The feline was well aware not everyone cares for smoking, so it was on thing she tried not do around strangers or people she knows hates it, unless it was Poppy.

"So, how'd a cutie like you end up at a restaurant without any buddies?" Mary was honestly taking a guess at that, at least that's the vibe she gave off. "Unless you got stood up, though I highly doubt that. Anyone standing you up a cutie like you is a moron." Seemed the feline didn't beat around the bush or wait long before flirting.

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"Aw, why would anyone want to hurt me? I don't even got any good magic." Clearly Mary was just screwing with people.

"Though give it you're best shot if you want." Now Mary was straight up provoking people.

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon pt.2 - Urqopacha

"To call the Pelupelu merchants insistent would be putting it lightly. T'was a fair bargain all things considered. Two onzes of yerba mate and eight of coffee beans should last us a moon or two upon our return to Old Sharlayan."

pt.1/pt.2/pt.3/pt.4

[tyrramint]

I’m sorry, what shows over the past two years have actually been renewed? I legitimately don’t care any more if the show is “good” or if it’s “bad” because they’re all cancelled. I can go on and on with a list just off the top of my head with shows that have been cancelled recently, and maybe one? two? maybe? that have been renewed? Like. what is the point. I’m scared to start any new show because in all likelihood it’s going to be cancelled. And all the more power to campaigns to save shows; I have so much respect for the perseverance and dedication that takes, and I’m not trying to bring them down in the slightest, but I’m more saying to the point of that there shouldn’t. have to be. a new campaign to save x show every two weeks BECAUSE SHOWS SHOULD BE ABLE TO BE RENEWED. Fans should be able to have some *semblance* of hope that their show will be renewed, and the fact that we’re not even able to have that is ridiculous and speaks volumes about the landscape of show production right now. Every time I see that a new show was cancelled, it doesn’t even matter if I was a fan of it or not, I just still hurt for that fandom. It’s so draining, even if it’s not firsthand. There’s not even really a point to this post, I’m just tired of it. I’m so sorry for all of the shows you love that have been cancelled.

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Welp, now Petunia was once again being picked up against her will, yet she managed to contain the urge to start scolding Ruby as at least she had good intentions. "Yes, well, please don't pick me up again without my permission. It's very rude." The feline would give the kraken a small lecture. "As for Mary, well," she said, trailing off.

"You sure move fast kid," Mary suddenly spoke up, seeming to have appeared from nowhere. How the feline managed to catch up and find them was a complete mystery. "You take track or something?"

"She has a habit of just appearing where she wants to." Petunia was still unsure how Mary did this yet was used to it seeing as they were somewhat friends. "With that said, I doubt you'll be joining us to meet Queen Kit. Unless you want Friedrich to arrest you for illegal bets."

Well, this seemed to finally get to Mary as she got nervous. "Say, would you look at the time? I got stuff to do. I'll see you two around." Finally, the feline rushed off, not intending to get in trouble with the law.

Yeah, it might be time to get away from Mary. Evidently she knows how to get under Petunia's skin and that's the last thing they'd want right now. Ruby waits for a moment or two before using her strength to just silently scoop up Petunia in her arms.

"Well, we'd love to uh chat and more but we've got stuff to do! So, see ya around!" Hopefully not though as the kraken just simply bolts while carrying the other in her arms. Ruby keeps at it for a good distance till it seems like Mary is fully out of view.

"Phew! Um, sorry about that Petunia. Thought it might be best to get us away from her. Seems like uh, she was pretty good at getting under your skin. Sorry, again." Carefully does she plop her back down onto the ground.

[cafecitoeddie]

SHE HAS NO LAST NAME.

but we do know for a fact!

she was almost a nun.

[androgymagnus]

one thing that deeply amuses me about s1e2 of the sister boniface mysteries is the idea of this like, being in-universe trivia decades later. oh yeah did you know that episode of spy thriller sci fi classic operation qt was filmed at an actual convent, and also there was a murderer loose, and also that one nun at the end was in it as a favor because she was genuinely a really big fan of the show, and,

[fiddleabout]

(previously on grishava and the druskelle who fell in love with her)

“Ava.”  

Beatrice’s voice sounds behind her, calm amongst the storm of Lilith and Camila and the Solday Sol all fighting to hold off the volcra and the nichevo’ya, calm like the darkling isn’t moments away from killing them all, calm like she has been since the day they found out that she always the firebird, always the third amplifier, always made to die at Ava’s hand, and Ava’s eyes close without her permission.

“No.”  She doesn’t turn, doesn’t open her eyes.  “I’m not--”

“You have to.”  Beatrice is in front of her suddenly, hands on her shoulders, then the side of her neck, her cheeks.  Thumbs stroke over her cheekbones and Ava’s breath tangles in her chest, hands curling around Beatrice’s wrists.  “It’s the only way to stop him.”

“No.”  Ava shakes her head, fingers latching too tight around Beatrice’s wrists, and wrenches her eyes open.  “I won’t--”

“You have to,” Beatrice says softly.  Without her druskelle uniform she could almost be anyone, a Ravkan girl without a destiny who Ava could build a home and a life with, someone with a quiet future and a long life ahead of her instead of a sacrificial end.  Someone who isn’t the firebird, someone who Ava doesn’t have to sacrifice to save the rest of the world.  “You know you have to end this.”

Someone screams, a Soldat Sol or one of the darkling’s oprichniki-- there’s no telling who-- but Ava barely hears it because one of Beatrice’s hands has dropped from her face and produced a blade.  There’s a wolf’s head carved into the hilt, the only piece of Fjerda Beatrice had been unwilling to part with, a token to her old life that she’d fashioned to accompany the grisha steel blade that the fabrikators had made for her in her role as Ava’s protector, her partner, the one who stood at her back time and again throughout this war.

Beatrice pries one of Ava’s hands away from her own wrist, never looking away.  There’s a wistful set to her mouth, a stubborn glint in her eyes, as she wraps first one, then the other, of Ava’s hands around the hilt and turns the blade towards her own chest.  Her hands, familiar and calloused and steady, cover Ava’s and lock them in place.

“No,” Ava says again, and again, cracking and desperate, her hands shaking.  Beatrice is steady, like always, holding the blade in place where it’s tilted up, perfectly positioned to slide between her ribs and up behind her sternum, straight into her own heart.  “Beatrice--”

“Jer molle pe oonet,” Beatrice says, Fjerdan rolling off her tongue, and Ava’s entire body rebels.  

“Don’t you dare,” she grinds out, seething, fury overwriting the gaping horror at the fact that Beatrice is right and Ava’s always known it, that without the third amplifier she can’t stop the darkling, can’t tear down the fold, can’t deliver Ravka from the unsea and the volcra and the crippling darkness it’s been mired in for centuries.  Ava knows that it’s Beatrice or the rest of the world, but even knowing it can’t make her push the dagger forward.  “We’ll find another--”

“Jer molle pe oonet,” Beatrice says again, the druskelle oath a promise and an apology, a goodbye Ava isn’t ready to accept yet. A thumb strokes along the tension in Ava’s hands, an uncharacteristic tremble making itself known.   “I have been made to protect you, Sankta Ava.”

Her eyes shine and Ava’s fingers itch to touch, to thumb away the tears starting to leak out over a constellation of freckles Ava has long since memorized, but Beatrice’s grip is too strong.  Light burns in Ava’s hands, under her skin, the power in her bones reacting to the ache in her chest, as if the same power that got them to this point can save her from having to sacrifice Beatrice.  

She smiles, small and stubborn and sad, and Ava’s chest cracks open at the sight of it.  “I wish we’d had more time,” Beatrice says softly.  “But I’m happy to have known you, Ava Silva.”

“Beatrice,” Ava says, wavering and breaking.  If Beatrice had called her saint again, had offered herself to a title instead of a person, Ava might have found a way to stop it, to throw the blade away, to throw it all away, but Beatrice says her name like a benediction offered, a promise she wants to fulfill, and it shatters in Ava’s chest and freezes her in place.  Her eyes burn from the desert sands whipping around them, Lilith’s power shielding them from the fight.

Beatrice nods once and then tightens her hold on Ava’s hands.  She breathes in, visible, audible, holding the breath in her lungs, and closes her eyes, tilts her head towards the glow of Ava’s power as it surrounds them.  Ava gathers light desperately in her chest,in the hands locked around the hilt of the dagger and in Beatrice’s hold, as if this time she can burn bright enough on her own to tear down the fold.

“You can always find me in the dark,” Beatrice says, a promise she can’t possibly keep, eyes glinting in the warmth of Ava’s light.  A broken pathetic noise cracks in Ava’s throat, and Beatrice nods once and then yanks, driving the dagger into her own chest.

Beatrice coughs, once, blood in her teeth, and collapses.  Ava falls with her, drowning in a shrieking screaming noise that surely can’t possibly be coming from her own mouth.  Blood spills out of Beatrice’s chest, warm and terrible, and Ava barely manages to crumple in time with Beatrice’s dying body, to get one bloody hand behind her head and cradle it on the way down, as if Beatrice isn’t dead before she hits the ground.

Heat wells in Ava’s veins, in her bones, pouring into her palms and aching to escape, a cataclysm of pain and loss and fury ready to erupt, because Beatrice is dead and Ava’s the one who killed her.  

Her scream as she crouches over Beatrice’s body distracts Lilith, and the whirlwind around them falters for just a moment, just long enough for a nichevo’ya to dive shrieking towards them; Ava barely notices the way it evaporates with a screech when it gets close.  The light builds and builds and builds, a crescendo with no endpoint in sight, heating until the pain of it under her skin nearly overwhelms the pain at the fact that Beatrice is dead, and then explodes out of her.

[incorrectplanet]

jung mingyu: *screams*

kum junhyeon: *screams louder to assert dominance*

lee jeonghyeon: should we… stop them?

kim taerae: no, i want to see who wins

[florainkingdom]

Behind the Scenes with Mary

"Gotta say, you're treating me right over here mun. Keep up the good work!"

Best enjoy it before Mystana starts being a pain in your head. More than she already is.

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"Oh, right, keep forgetting this route is sorta new," Mary said before pulling out the the notes from her pocket and handing them to Shadow. "Alright, I'm gonna grab a seat and watch how things unfold. Good luck." The feline then walked off before the hedgehog could say anything else to go purchase her ticket.

citizensofeggton​:

Might’ve missed Mary’s point, though she was sure Shadow would understand once he actually fights Boris and see’s what his Lucky Star is. With that said the feline would lead the hedgehog to where the tournament was being held. “Alright, just go up to the receptionist, give her the entrance fee, and all your info. Then they’ll do some basic medical stuff like ask you questions about if you’ve ever been in a fight, had any formal training, take your height, and your weight.”

Shadow nods his head and then holds out his hand. “I’ll need the entrance fee if I am to enter.” he reminds her of her paying it for him and his deal to give her the winnings back if he wins, which he was pretty sure he would. 

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