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[necroprince]

[She’s been here for over a week now. Time to get the lay of the land. The video opens up to a particularly tall blonde woman with a golden skeletal arm and a smirk. She's here to cause problems on purpose.]

Greetings, hello, salutations. My name is Ianthe Naberius. I’m new in town, twenty two, a princess of Ida, unfortunately single and dreadfully bored!

Now, I come to you today, not only to introduce myself, but to ask something of all of you.

Who do you hate most in Trench and why? I’m trying to meet people, network, but it’s so hard and overwhelmingly positive! So consider this an open invitation. Warn me about that dangerous scoundrel who kicked your puppy, seethe about how much you despise me for whatever reason, tell me about your parasocial hateful fixation on one of the local divinity. It can be a minor slight you want to complain about, a friend of yours who owes you two perfectly intact human skulls, or it can be an actual danger to this lovely little community of ours.

Now, before you try to say “this is childish and stupid!” You’re absolutely right, but it is a necessary part of self care to allow oneself to be an absolute cunt once in a while. [Or all the time, if your name is Ianthe.] So let’s not make any grand claims to being above something like this, mm?

Feel free to use the anonymity feature. Or the privacy feature, I guess, if you’re shy or worried about being fileted like a fish.

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[fogsong]

Oh wow, tell me how you really feel.

[payingfordeliverance]

yes, i just have. was this not the invitation of the post?

you must understand i am old and weary of everyone's nonsense, which automatically renders me incapable of being one of the cool "edgelord" kids competing for who has the largest grudge

since that's the case sometimes these things escape me

[fogsong]

I was being sarcastic. You definitely told me how you felt and it was a lot.

I don't think you should count yourself out of the running. You've got a lot of feelings about Maul and I think you could really be top dog here!

[payingfordeliverance]

[Young person, Break concludes. He was already thinking such, because teenagers tend to all be similar flavors of snotty, but if this one is explaining sarcasm when he's out here being a blatantly obvious shitbag himself he would bet money there is an angry kid with no better defense mechanism on the other end of the line.

This is the sort of experience you get from being your story's reformed serial killer turned protagonist babysitter.]

oh? how marvelous, then, to find myself not so washed up after all! i admit it can be a little disconcerting to wake up one morning and find your whole back aches simply because you slept at a funny angle and you're more interested in breakfast than killing any of the people who destroyed your life.

[fogsong]

[ oh the way she would huff if she knew what he was thinking! young person! excuse me sir!! ]

Well, come on, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You can't destroy your enemies on an empty stomach, especially not at your old, old unknown age.

[payingfordeliverance]

[Look, Break is 41, which is like 134 or something in Break Years.

He also died for his own kids so he gets an extra attack modifier called "Whacky Uncle" now.]

yes, yes, you see? the whole day is easier to take when it begins with a slice of cake and a delicious cup of tea. especially if the cook only gave you the cake to get you to go away.

[fogsong]

I used to prefer poptarts and coffee for breakfast but to each their own. Remind me to get myself a cook, though. I'd take cake for breakfast.

[payingfordeliverance]

if we are being honest I only barely understand poptarts

certainly I am well acquainted with the need to have something effortless about to stuff in one's mouth at four in the morning, but frosted bricks with congealed fruit in the center? are your future worlds really so depressing that this is the best you can do? i suppose it's no surprise given the parallel existence of orange powder in a little envelope that dares call itself mac and cheese when added to a pot of noodles

[fogsong]

I'll have you know I was poor as fuck and ate what was cheap. But if I had money, I'd still eat poptarts for breakfast. That congealed fruit was the shit.

But don't you dare talk smack about kraft mac & cheese. There used to be nothing better than making a big pot of that after school and eating it right out of the pan! And using a little extra butter and milk to get it all goopy. Mm. That was top tier!

[payingfordeliverance]

having been without a roof over my head entirely for a time I'm still not certain you could have convinced me to like a poptart back then. however I grant you that there is very little that isn't superior to going to school.

[Later Break will find it terribly funny that Qrow attempted to use the ability to dust people to death to throw his weight around while Break himself, the person actually capable of the dusting, has instead chosen to mess with this girl by derailing the conversation entirely.]

[fogsong]

[ jokes on break. she likes that it's been derailed! ]

No roof means no toaster. Poptarts need toasted to be at their best. But hey, yeah, that's something we can agree on: fuck school.

[payingfordeliverance]

what??

that's what I get for learning about these things from a walking garbage can I suppose

just a moment, I’ve got to scold him for never telling me this poptart secret

[He prefers this too, honestly. He is so tired of Maul's impact on the people he cares for that he could not help but speak up, especially with Qrow right next to him on his couch at present writing grand essays about loyalty in his frustration. But Break's personality when it comes to people he dislikes is overall as avoidant as can be. He'd much rather spend his efforts going out of his way to never interact with such people at all than waste his time fighting with people who aren't ever going to go away.]

[fogsong]

Get him! How dare he not tell you the most important part of enjoying a poptart!

[ That's the thing when you care about someone, you feel the need to defend them and protect them. Sharon doesn't dislike anyone in Trench and can let a lot of things roll off her like water off a duck's back but Maul is important to her. He's helped her accept herself and she wouldn't have jumped up to defend him if the attacks hadn't been so petty. ]

[payingfordeliverance]

i keep telling him his brain has turned to spicy cheeto dust and he always answers that there is more to it than that.

he was right, I was wrong. some of it is clearly congealed fruit.

[That's the reason they'll never see eye to eye on Maul. Break is a protector above all else, but he's coming at all this from the opposite direction — even outside of murder and grudges, he's seen firsthand how hurtful even Maul's nasty commentary can be, and been the one dealing with it when people he's upset are in want of comfort. Plus, his incessant refusal to take responsibility for any of it hits one of Break's worst knee-jerk pet peeves — because he was once very similar, and the damage he caused back then still has him hating himself half a lifetime later.

Whatever good qualities Maul may have lurking under there won't be anything Break can accept as anything that matters until that lesson in particular finally gets through.]

[fogsong]

Honestly, not a bad brain combo. It means he's got good taste in munchies.

[payingfordeliverance]

means i need never worry he only loves me for me cooking, is what

[fogsong]

Lucky you.