#the proprietor assasins

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what can i say. shout out to historical RPF

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[ladysunbite]

"Then we would succeed in a venture, that even the universe itself only dream of. We would set our eyes upon perfection. For the only true perfection is... nothingness," Orianna repeated to the sacred words, gently as if it was a lover's confession, and for the first time they fitted the reality. The price of understanding was a trip to yet another alien world, full of dim decay and loneliness in the everlasting light. If there was a beauty in it, the cultured vampiress could not see it. She felt for the darkness, clinging at her skirts, but it was pity and not sympathy, the same one felt for a dying animal before running it through the heart and putting it out of misery. Reasonable, cold, merciful. The only beautiful thing was the little witcher beside her. The only living colour was the colour of her eyes, or even the hollow light could not wither the shade of emeralds. Her slender, frail human body was drowning in memories, fear seemed to rob her of her bright, bold voice, but Orianna did not pry. Some stories were not meant to be asked after and some were not meant to be told at all. If Cirilla decided to share the burdens with her, she would share the cup and drink the full for her sake, a good listener. For now she offered a chilled, steady embrace against the sleepless city and a lullaby of her rich, low lying voice. "You can not fail me, silly lasa. Not you, nor I shall know the end of our story before it's too late. How can you judge the ending beforehand?" They might travel many worlds and by an error trip over into one that was dying of a gruesome, orchestrated malady. The streets of the city swarmed with rats, a dark, bristling carpet unfurled underneath majestic silent buildings. They walked through empty apartments, trying to guess what their inhabitants thought of before turning into a mere husk, a raving body. There was bits of poetry scrawled on the walls. Terrible wishes. Tender memories. The city was terrifying and beautiful, and in itself a poem. The songs of the whales filled the skies and the pastel sun played against a gilded picture frame, a dressing table and and ivory handle of a brush, golden hair still clinging to it, as if the unnamed beauty its proprietor would return any moment. It was a place of orphaned assasins, mad artists and whimsical, cruel gods with eyes of jet. The city held a masquerade amidst the chaos of plague, and that very gallant, cruel god walked Orianna among the guests, whispering the horrible secrets of each and every one into her ear, as if he was showing off a carefully collected picture gallery. He entertained her with history in the making and urged to place a bet - would his hero win or loose, would the noble murder guess the right mask and slay the right sister? Even gods were lonely children at heart, and his like called to hers. Again it could have been just a dream, for later she woke up upon the snow-white mattress in one of the endless empty chambers, with stucco cupids barring their smiles from the ceiling and the little witcher softly breathing in her arms. They might have merely fallen asleep.

By they were in the present, at the crossroads atop of the world. "It is time for us to return...home, Ciri."

@fallesto

She remained seated, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moon. The witchers quietude was a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts racing within her. She had seen so much, felt so much, and yet, this was a choice she never expected to face. 

"What if we find nothing?" she whispered, the words barely audible over the distant murmur of the city that never truly slept.

Her thoughts drifted back to her jumps through the portals. Each world she had visited was a tapestry of colors and sounds that still haunted her dreams. Some were serene, with rolling hills and clear skies, while others were stark and cold, with the echoes of forgotten battles still lingering in the air. Each place had a scent, a taste, that was uniquely its own. The bitterness of a world where plants had turned to stone, the sweetness of a realm where rivers flowed with nectar, and the metallic tang of a place where machines were born.

One memory surfaced above the rest, a world where the gleaming city of Rapture lay beneath a vast, unyielding ocean. The sight of it, a testament to human ambition, had filled her with a mix of awe and sorrow. A city built on the backs of the weak, now reclaimed by the depths, its silent buildings whispering tales of greed and despair. It was there she had encountered the splicers, the twisted remnants of men and women who had embraced the power of the sea, only to lose themselves to it. Their eyes had held a madness that even she, a child of chaos, had found unsettling.

Another world lingered in her thoughts, one where a city named Columbia had ascended into the heavens. It had been a place of wonder, a floating utopia that danced among the clouds. Yet beneath its gleaming façade, Ciri had discovered a society built on the back of fear and oppression. The Vox Populi, the voice of the people, had fought valiantly against their tyrannical overlords. She had felt their pain, their anger, and their hope, as she wove in and out of their battles, a ghostly presence bringing small moments of respite to those who dared to dream of a better life.

Then another world. The neon lights of Night City pierced the eternal night like a million shards of a broken dream. The streets were a maze of chrome and shadow, where humans were as much a rarity as the natural sky she had left behind. Cybernetic limbs gleamed in the artificial light, a stark contrast to the grime and despair that coated every surface. The hum of the city was a symphony of life support systems, the whirring of augmentations that had become a twisted necessity for survival in this digital jungle. It was a place where the rich lived in gleaming towers, while the poor clawed out a living in the sprawling underbelly, surrounded by the ever-present hum of the neon advertisements that promised a future of augmented perfection.

But it was the memory of Raccoon City that sent a shiver down Ciri's spine. A world where the line between life and death had blurred into a twisted macabre dance. The streets she once knew, the places where she had laughed and played, now overrun with the shambling dead. Their eyes, once filled with the spark of life, had been replaced with a hunger that could never be satiated. The buildings stood tall, their windows shattered and their doors left gaping, revealing the horrors that lurked within. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a stark reminder of the fragility of existence.

In that hellish place, Ciri had encountered the Umbrella Corporation's dark experiments. Creatures of unspeakable horror that had once been human, now twisted beyond all recognition by the viral cocktails that coursed through their veins. The sight of a Licker, a creature that had once been a person, brought bile to her throat. Its elongated tongue, tasting the air for the scent of the living, was a constant reminder of the fear that had ruled her when she was trapped in that city of nightmares. The thought of facing something like that again made her hand tighten around Orianna's wrist.

“I have been to a thousand worlds, and all of them can be awful, filled with problems, with people who need help, and I help them.” She said. The point was this. “I want to help you, even if it ends in failure, I have to try.”

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Have you seen those vivid, interesting little G.I. Joe

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