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Current It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months.
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*basks in your attention*
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Sometimes I remember my school is frequented by pretentious, self-important fuckwits. And then I get sad.
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Finals stuff is about to come up. Responses will be sporadic.
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If my partners could not talk about the politics with me - I want this site to be my escape, and my thoughts about it are my business.
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Not actually a mom nor German

Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.

Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.

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He's such a sweet sentimental guy I love him.

But yeah, I've also been going over the fashion periods and trying to figure how each would be dressed. It's a good time.
I can show you the rings I'm finding. It's actually really fun to think about, because you gotta think about the time period, their economic status, the girl's taste, and, super interestingly, what their 'husband' would pick out for them. It's about the girl's taste, interpreted through their 'husband's' eyes.

There's also this great thing called posy rings, which was a thing in the middle ages. Posy is supposed to be prose, as in poetry, so it's all these engagement and wedding rings with little love poems engraved inside.

So these are what I imagine Elizabeth's 'wedding' ring looks like.



This would be Nadya's - the inscription says 'In thy sight is my delight', which I figure works for something Bela would give her.


And Eleanora's.... oh, that was a good time.
So of course she'd want more elaborate rings. And she'd really want color, as many ladies did then.



And then it makes it all the cuter and kinda sadder when Jonathan gets her this very simple but very sincere ring

It says 'In love abide till death divide'
(I hereby nominate Jonathan Mercer as the designated cinnamon roll of this story)

So this was a really fun study in jewelry trends of the 14-17th centuries and how these couples really relate to each other.
Apparently this human wasn't in the mood for messing around. That was fair enough. The empress frowned. Fine. She'd get right to the point. The smell was almost overbearing. It was there for certain. And there were only two of the creatures in that little building, yes? She could make very quick work of this.

While this first creature was screaming in her face about the building - she should have taken offense to that, but he wasn't even worth the energy and attention it would take to be offended - she began her foolproof investigation. As he was trying to insist she move out of the way, while he was yelling at the other creature to get moving, the empress reached out and grabbed his wrist. The heat of her skin seared through his flesh in an instant. As he screeched in pain, all she did was watch. His skin wasn't regenerating. It had gone stiff and brown.

"Not you," she muttered, dropping his wrist. Now, suddenly the other human in the building was of more interest to her. The other human, with dark skin and darker hair, doubled over on the ground, screaming, had to be the bearer. Leaving the first human to deal with his now barely-functioning arm as he saw fit, the empress stepped over the boxes and bags and cans littering the floor over to the other human. "You must be what I'm looking for," she said, reaching out to grab his wrist. She had to be sure, after all.
Thanks. Been working on it for a while.

I hear that there's relatively little known about his personal life. And people usually prefer to talk about his environment than who he was as a person.

Of course. I'll figure it out.
It's complicated. And I like it like that. Someone could probably make an argument that no one needs to be redeemed, or that almost everyone does.

Perhaps. My classes seem to treat Shakespeare more as a legend and less as a person. You'd think people would be trying to dissect his personal life more.

I got really excited for it and started looking for rings. For all the girls, actually. Now I'm hoping to soon make full costume sketches of them and design what they wear.
The empress might have been ignoring the worthless creatures around her, but needless to say, they were not ignoring her. They surrounded her. The hot steam rising from her skin kept them a few feet at bay, but they were just everywhere, pushing, shouting at her. It was annoying. She curled her lip in an irritated snarl, only to provoke more shrieks - her teeth were inhumanly misshaped and jagged. If they weren't going to get out of her way, she'd simply make them.

She rolled her shoulders back, pinching the metallic bundle hanging off her back between her shoulder blades. The bundles groaned and exploded outwards, throwing off any humans standing to either side of her and the force of which shattering the windows on both sides of the streets. On her back now rested a pair of mechanical wings, splintery fibers of iron holding together panes of yellowed glass.

Finally the creatures around her scrambled. She was no longer a mere curiosity, she was a threat. That was how she preferred it. With the damned creatures away from her, she could follow the trail. She stepped over a crack in the asphalt, and with a screeching of the metal on her, she lifted into the air, leaving footprints of melted tar where she just stood. The motion wasn't graceful. The wings were heavy and jerky, dropping her slightly with each flap. But it was just the aerial view she needed.

The sharp, clear scent was still around her. It hadn't fled, not completely anyway. The empress licked her lips. Still close by. The mist behind her hadn't impeded it, so it had to be forward. She flew forward, continually ignoring the panic on the ground. She should have been an angel. But to the average human, angels didn't have jagged teeth and splintery wings.

All of a sudden something gave her pause. The clear scent of the light became muddled. It was still there, but there was a faint smell of something warm, bitter, yeasty. Curious. The empress turned her attention to the sides of the road now below her. If the bearer was anywhere nearby, it wasn't out on the street. Perhaps the buildings needed a more thorough investigation.

She flew further, and as the smell of the light got stronger, oddly enough, so did that faint bitter smell. But in seconds, she could detect the scent was weaker. It was right there, at that peak of strength. With a twist of her body, the wings retracted in a snap, and she plummeted to the ground right next to the convenience store, breaking the asphalt deep into the dirt that lay below.

She rose from her knees to her feet without so much as a scratch and turned her attention to the shop beside her. It was definitely in here. In such a small space, there wouldn't be much room for the bearer to run. How kind of them to box themselves in for her convenience.

The empress walked towards the doors. Her feet still melted the ground she walked on, melted the asphalt, the concrete of the sidewalk, and, standing in the doorway, the metal embedded in the entrance began to glow orange.

"I'm looking for something," she purred. She spoke casually, too casually. Like this was all mere amusement to her.
There's not really any 'supposed to'. We write whatever we think feels right to happen next. It's fine.
I wrote her being a block away because I thought, even with her having approximate knowledge of his location, it would have been too big a coincidence to appear directly in front of him.

I'm real excited for the next installment because it might allow for a moment to showcase the empress as the wonderfully cruel creature she is.
These tremors weren't like those of a Californian earthquake. Tectonic plates weren't sliding. Here, the ground was being split apart from under. Another street lamp fell over in the middle of the street, a mere block behind Alexander, where the asphalt was beginning to crack. With each rumble, the cracks in the ground shunted out further, like how an ice-covered lake breaks. Seconds later, a massive, inhuman groan pierced the air and a geyser of water exploded from the ground. The jet from the precious water main towered above the low buildings lining the street, and as it fell back to earth, it erupted into a fountain of steam.

The people crowding the street were congregating, confused, everyone asking each other what was going on, some waving iPhones everywhere, some panicked. Las Vegas didn't get earthquakes like this. And the steam billowing forth shouldn't have been there. And there shouldn't be anything moving inside the cloud of steam.

At first, she couldn't see anything. Water from the burst pipes didn't even reach her skin - it evaporated before it could make contact with her and blocked her sight. She could hear though. She could hear the panic of the surface inhabitants around her and loud, irritating, mechanical beeping. She could also smell. When she took her first inhale of the surface air, she knew she was in the right place. The light had a scent and a taste. It was sharp and clear and clean on her tongue. Gamigin's difficulty locating the bearer had concerned her, but he hadn't failed her yet. She stepped forward through the mist to follow the scent and observe the surface she had stepped onto.

If the crowd on the street had been confused and panicked before, they were also awed now as well. The empress stepped into their view, to the shock and awe of the eyes on her. For a brief moment, the empress was… startled. The surface world had changed more than ever. There was the cloudless blue sky overhead, the tops of buildings the likes of which she had never seen, and the unexpectedly hot air hitting her face. The surface world had changed more on one thousand years than she would have imagined. But she pushed the curiosity away. She had a mission.

She stared into the crowd around her, the crowd clamoring that some white-skinned humanoid with metallic bundles on their back had stepped out of the geyser. The light wasn't around her. None of these creatures had it. So she had no use for them.

But it was still close. She ignored the other creatures, striding down the center of the road, following the clear taste in her mouth and nose. If they chose to get in her way… well, that was their problem, not hers.
That was one of my goals with the sister. Sadly, she won't get to be redeemed. If she ever truly needed to be redeemed, which, despite all the shit she did, you could argue she didn't ever need to be redeemed. One could argue that she never exactly did anything unjustified.

Shakespeare's characters have done worse for less.

Ah man, you know what I just realized?
If Elizabeth's gonna pretend to be married to Rowland half the time, you know what she's gonna need?
A wedding ring.
As a writer, yes. As a consumer, I think the best kind of evil is the one that wholeheartedly believes it's doing good. While I couldn't call the sister evil exactly, she's along that vein. Which makes her pretty dang cool.

Oh
Well
That could set some people off, I suppose
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