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Right, how do we go about actually storming a literal stronghold?"I guess we're going for the attack tonight?" Grigori chuckled."It's not like we have much of a choice," I sighed. "No other entrances. No hidden exits. We only have two out of four gates that we can choose from, and only four people to do it with. I'd be remiss if we actually thought we a have a chance at doing this with just pure muscle."I mean, sure, we had two Primes in the form of Arya and Grigori, but the palace already had one Prime in its midst, let alone any other reinforcement Prime that might come barreling down on us. Thinking that we can brute force our way in was practically suicide."I suppose I can try and do some scouting~" Arya shrugged with a smile. "We're not attacking until midnight, yes? I'll be back before then."
I couldn't believe it. I mean, I really couldn't. Livia missing something so basic... So.. steeped in common sense that I could hardly believe that I constantly called her a natural genius. Granted, I did the same stupid mistakes, but I expected better from her for crying out loud!*I-we... left it with the body...*My idiot sister's voice trailed off from the speaker. Even with the static, I could tell that she was starting to kick herself in the back for her massive oversight. I was still mad, but at least it gave me a few more seconds to get my head cooled off and focus on what's now.*S-sorry, Sis... I... I don't know why-*"Never mind that," I cut her off, knowing full well that she was about to spiral just as hard as I just did earlier. "Focus on the now. Is the body still available to you?"
Sussy baka... Two words that haunted me since their inception for their meaning, or rather, nonmeaning. While I hated having to even think of these forbidden terms, my idiot internet brain just had to keep reminding me of the fact whenever I thought about infiltrating something using disguises. I mean, why? Why would my brain gravitate towards something so fucking stupid when there were better alternatives? Or better yet, why not just be productive and actually think of better ideas rather than linger on two words that don't have any significant meaning whatsoever beyond being a fucking meme?"What's wrong?""It's nothing," I let off a smile as I shook my head at my sister's worry. "It's just a stupid thought."A day had already passed, and yet we were still in the exact same place as yesterday. I had called off the raid, electing to wait for Livia
As the carriage rumbled along its supposed path, I found myself running through the entire plan again one more time. It wasn't going to help much if it all comes crashing down, but it was still worth it to have some semblance of a framework in a scheme as complicated as Arya lined it out to be.With her and Anne still playing the messenger schtick, they'll go along deeper into the palace while Grigori will be stuck with the three of us as he's supposedly guided to a stable after bringing Arya to the palace's inner gates. At that point, we'll have about an hour before Arya supposedly finishes her task of getting to the council chambers. Still don't know what she meant by the council since she glossed over it so fast earlier, but I'll only assume that they knew how to fight enough that even the Lady Bloodmoon didn't want to risk a fight with them in her lonesome. This meant that we had to get there before s
Opening the first door, I expected a lot of things. An enemy contingent. A possible stray guard. Even a lowly servant innocently doing their rounds. We had little to no information after this. We'll be literally winging the entire thing from this point forward. I held a breath as the ornate door slowly creaked open, revealing the same gaudy interior of the main lobby simply copy and pasted into what looked like a hallway. Peeking my head out from side to side, the seemingly endless corridor seemed to be empty, which prompted me to let out a small sigh of relief.What? It was perfectly normal to be afraid whenever you're sneaking into what amounts to the fucking Pentagon or White House in this world.I went through first, fully opening the door for the others, "C'mon..."Livia and Isaac followed my lead. Quietly stepping into uncharted waters, I mad
Phillipe never considered herself to be a political person. While it was true that a Denominator can never be expected to know politics, he didn't really care beyond being able to keep himself and the people he gave a shit about alive. So when Ruby started practically worshipping the ground their so-called Lady Crimson walked on, he took offense to it immediately. Why would someone like Ruby even like someone that blatantly lied to them about being a Den? Sure, the redhead actually somehow managed to prove that she was still one of them despite being a Numerator at the same time, but there was still the principle of the matter. Well, maybe the lady did manage to get them out of the death trap that was their Furnace, and gave them actual meals instead of scraps, and maybe even promised a future where they can live in peace without persecution...
I wasn't really the type of person to appreciate unwanted surprises. Whether for good or bad, I'd rather have stability and peace of mind rather than have my schedules destroyed by sudden birthday parties or emergency trips. I guess I just wasn't as flexible as I thought I'd be. I mean, I used to have massive chunks of empty time where I just laze around and think about life. It was wasted time, that I knew. But I couldn't bring myself to be productive during those times. I just... I don't want to think at times, and dead time was both a blessing and a curse for my own sanity. The monotony of life... In retrospect, I truly am a boring person if my personality was distilled to its basest form.Then again, life had constantly tried its best to break me out of my mold."You again."My stomach dropped as the young familiar voice echoed in my ears. I ex
Right. Strategy.At a glance, the study was fairly small. Probably because the entire floor itself was smaller than the base of the palace. The stairs we came from were located at the side of the now destroyed wall. I guess we were actually close to the outside than we expected. On the room itself, it was like staring at a miniature version of the Royal Library. Bookshelves galore as far as the eye could see, but on a smaller scale; probably about the size of the main floor of my own mindscape where Ica and I shared tea and thinly-veiled verbal jabs. Add in the cluttered and haphazard arrangement of the books and the shelves that contain them, and I was left in an arena that was just ripe for stealth takedowns or a blazing inferno.In short, not a lot of elbow room in a room filled with highly flammable material. Kind of an advantage and a disadvantage when thinking about the