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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.

Comments

[mehanizovati]

I'm afraid I'm terribly neutral on most matters. Painfully boring, you see. [dry because haha, just openly not true.]

What about you- Ianthe, is it?

[necroprince]

Well, that's not Sextus' type, so I doubt it.

That Nevermore pigeon seems shifty. I think I might challenge him to a duel to the death.

[mehanizovati]

I don't know, he is allergic to color and flavor.

A good start. I'm sure you've been told by now death doesn't stick? Only pollutes the world more.

cw: cannibalism

[necroprince]

Not for Sleepers at least. Came across some half eaten Trenchies earlier. Nasty stuff.

[It made her hungry.]

Anyway, it's a good thing I love pollution.

[mehanizovati]

[he resists the urge to ask if she used the bones (and other) for necromacy Things. probably better not to know.]

I imagine trying to impart sympathy for the Trench natives will be met with similar comments. 'I love pollution,' really?

[necroprince]

I'm not a very sympathetic person. Ask Sextus how that turns out, he's a bleeding heart and he exploded himself into chunks of flesh over it.

[She's very ambivalent on pollution in reality. She's not willing to accept that this is a place where she'll have to live and give a shit about just yet, considering all she's sacrificed for her homeworld.]

[mehanizovati]

[doesn't love casual mention of pal's gruesome death, but also it's pretty much what he expected too, so it mostly just gets a thinning of his lips before he shakes his head.]

I'm not sure sympathy is what triggered that series of events for him, but it's hardly our place to say. Are you a lyctor?

[necroprince]

Not sympathy, no. But it was compassion.

[And a desire for revenge. She knows how much Palamedes was sweet on Dulcinea, and more than that, she knows how a sizeable part of that came from his desire to save her and make her life easier.]

Yes. The Lyctor Prince, even. You've probably met my other half.

[mehanizovati]

[he can't argue that, so he lets it go and focuses on the rest.]

I don't suppose by that you mean your cavalier. I would have thought they are no longer in the picture.

nona the ninth spoilers

[necroprince]

Nobody gives a shit about Babs, not even Palamedes.

You've met Kiriona Gaia. The other Tower Prince.

[She doesn't like what John did to Kiriona in a lot of ways and it makes her want to hurl to see her being loyal to him but there is some awful satisfaction in the way that Kiriona is her friend now, not Palamedes' and not Camilla's and certainly not fucking Paul's.]

[mehanizovati]

It's not a name I'm familiar with, though I've come to find names are a- [a pause to consider a middle ground rude word for it.] creative with your world. I assume that is someone here.

[necroprince]

Seriously? [Weird.]

She used to be named Gideon Nav. Named after one of our Emperor's dearly departed groupies. Harrowhark's cavalier. Relatively built. Likes tits and puns a lot. Ring any bells?

[mehanizovati]

Ah, Gideon, yes. I haven't seen her in some time, I admit. [given the Boat Incident it's not surprising, everything's been weird.]

Why this name change?

[necroprince]

Ask her father.

[mehanizovati]

Eh, I avoid him. The last time we met I punched him and I don't care to find out how he might feel about that now.

[that did kind of make sense, in an 'oh this is related to that guy' kind of way. still.]

[necroprince]

Good call, honestly, though from the sounds of it you were hardly the biggest contributor. The things people will just boast about out in the open... It's kind of comical.

[Mostly because she knows what he's capable of. Mercymorn's meat chunks were a bitch to rinse out of her hair.]