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The Least Common Denominator XCVI.II Astronomy
DESCARTES⬛⬛⬛Descartes didn't think her blind loyalty would completely turn against her."Madame Crimson..."How could she possibly know that the bedsheets she gave to her Madame would turn into... this? She didn't even know that a method such as tying multiple sheets together to form a long rope was strong enough to support a person from such a height, much less lead to her Madame escaping out of the window like a common thief.The Vaion curled in on herself just as Madames Lace and Olivia left the room. Left to her own devices, Descartes stewed in her own regret and misery as she contemplated ending her life right then and there."Je devrais juste me tuer..." she mumbled under her breath. "Je suis inutile..."After all, what use wa
The Least Common Denominator XCVI.III Astronomy
DESCARTES ⬛⬛⬛ She didn't know how to respond. How was Descartes supposed to answer such a dangerous question? Did she even want to talk to her Madame as she was now? "O-oui, Madame..." Her voice came out meek and quiet, almost drowned out by the blowing winds. The Vaion maid almost wanted to try and jump again, but her own guilt and fears held her back. Meanwhile, Madame Crimson merely flashed her a knowing smile. "You're afraid of me..." her leader chuckled. "You're actually afraid of me now..." Descartes's eyes widened, "N-non! It is simply-" "A natural response to my sudden change in behavior." She was cut off, her own worries deepening t
The Least Common Denominator XCVI.IV Astronomy
DESCARTES⬛⬛⬛Think fast...While she might not boast about having a frightening amount of intelligence like her Madame, Descartes still had some skill in reading the human body. The maid felt her training kick in as she saw the minute changes that rippled all across her Madame's body. In an instant, she knew that the woman wasn't going to jump. Instead, she was merely positioning herself to dangle her legs over the precipice of death. Even if her body language suggested otherwise, Madame Crimson was not going to throw herself to her death.Or at least, she wished she wasn't. She still had a duty to make sure she returned the favor.With a tempered tone, Olivia began the process of talking her Madame down. She didn't know if it would even work, let alone if her words would even be enough to
The Least Common Denominator XCVII.I Pascals
OLIVIA⬛⬛⬛"Sis?! Where are you?!"The world seemed to blur around her as she desperately searched for her missing Sister. The busy streets of the city parted right in front of her, some of the populace recognizing her as they seemingly tried to greet her. Some would say it was a lively day, others would say it was a bloody and chaotic time for the Empire. However, the only thing Olivia saw was an encroaching gray as the seconds ticked by with no Sister in sight."Sis! Please!"Her throat hurt from the constant screaming. She didn't care what others saw as she stalked the streets. The only thing she cared about was that her Sister be found safe and, hopefully, sound. In Her current state, there was a chance that someone would take advantage of Her compromised mentality. For all she knew, som
The Least Common Denominator XCVII.II Pascals
LACE⬛⬛⬛Lace didn't know what was even happening with her life anymore, and the weather seemed to agree as the skies grayed out right above her. While she expected to be recognized after she and Love announced their intentions to the populace, what she didn't expect was to be swarmed with admirers and detractors alike as she roamed the streets searching for their missing Leader."Princess Lace!""We never forgot you, Princess!"The cheers from the civilians actually made something in her chest grow each time she heard it. It wasn't bad per se, but she was pretty sure that Love would admonish her if she ever described the feeling of pride and confidence surging through her body. After all, who wouldn't feel good if they were complimented or noticed?"Princess!""Usurper
The Least Common Denominator XCVII.III Pascals
LOVE ⬛⬛⬛ "Is this truly the right thing to do..." Love stared blankly at the gilded throne in front of her. Sleepless nights were no big surprise for her, but to think that she would even experience them despite not being in the heat of battle was alarming. Her thoughts tended to wander at times, more so than usual as the morning sun barely began filtering through the throne room. Lace had already gone visit their fallen Leader, while the others were assuredly still asleep in this early in the morning. "Empress..." The reality of becoming Empress was a concept that Love was intimately familiar with. Even back in the day when Lace was still recognized by their father, Love knew that there will come a time that she will have to lead. On that end, she r
The Least Common Denominator XCVIII.I Sigma
The act of thinking for oneself was something that was utterly ingrained into the human psyche. Based on what I've seen from both myself and from others, everything that a person does solely benefits them in one way shape or form. Even those that were called selfless were selfish in a way that they wanted recognition or self-validation in their acts. After all, they did say that the satisfaction of a good deed was more than enough for them. I didn't blame them, of course, but in a sense, it was a bleak way of looking at people. I mean, if everyone was inherently a selfish person, then why bother helping others?"It's chaos out there!""They're at the Eastern gate of the city already. Should we even hold that position or should we just let them in?"It's been a long time since I've allowed myself to think properly. Had it been days already? Weeks? Months? I really do
The Least Common Denominator XCVIII.II Sigma
The tension that built up on the room was so thick that you could probably cut a solid chunk out of the air inside. The round table oozed of nervous stillness and desperate energy; both borne of a distinct lack of proper ideas and half-baked solutions that never seemed to gel properly despite all that was done to it. I was almost tempted to jump in just suggest something.'Then why not, Master?'You already know my reasons. Besides, we're not completely dead in the water just yet.It was important that the ideas kept flowing in a meeting even if they were all shit just to keep the momentum going. If not, then this exact scenario happens and nothing gets done. If all else, it would make it faster to get to a proper solution than to ruminate inside your own head about what-ifs and all that shit.'Like what you always do?'
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