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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

rood

[fogsong]

Oh no, I'm suddenly full of doubt about our relationship. Whatever shall I do.

she's petty

[necroprince]

What was all that about blind faith you were on about? I suppose that's how it is with family.

Never mind, I guess he really has adopted you.

[Trying to tell Kiriona that John is just using her yielded pretty similar results, so, maybe parental figures just make people monumentally stupid. Couldn't be her (Not like any of them even pretend to give a damn about her anyway.)]

Anyway, that technically makes you my niece. Call me Uncle Ianthe.

uncle. dear god. sharon is gonna wanna punch her

[fogsong]

It's called trust in this case but whatever helps you sleep at night, Uncle.

[ the one, the only time sharon will use that term with her. ] It's Sharon Da Silva btw.

i'm sorry sharon

[necroprince]

Cultists trust in their cult leaders too, and in their gods. Trust and faith are the same thing when you get down to it, my darling baby niece. There's a reason religious positions often use familial roles.

I mean, me personally, I hate Duty for reasons I'm sure he won't share with you, so I'm biased in the opposite direction, but I'm not lying to you.

It really comes down to this. You trust him, but do you feel like he trusts you?

[fogsong]

Yes, I feel like he trusts me. If I didn't, I wouldn't trust him and I certainly wouldn't have agreed to what I have.

And don't worry, dear Ianthe, I don't think you're lying. If I asked Duty, he'd tell me. Why don't you tell me, though? Why do you hate Duty?

[necroprince]

And yet you know so little about him.

Why would you ask me when you could ask your trusted father figure? I just don't know if our relationship is ready to progress there yet... besides, you're my niece!! (scandalous)

If you must know he left me to clean up his mess for seven months. The others were dead, his excuse was that he was running. And he took my remaining sister's body in the process.

Also he shot me and his boyfriend is boring as hell.

[It's not entirely rational, the blame lies at the feet of multiple people. John most of all. Augustine and Mercymorn were dead. Pyrrha ran away, and tried to take Gideon and Harrow with her. Even if she'd succeeded, even if she hadn't abandoned Gideon to become Kiriona Gaia, Ianthe would still have been the only one left to deal with John's rage and grief.

It's not like she's unused to being the afterthought.]

[fogsong]

I got a feeling you enjoy a good scandal.

Why'd he shoot you? [ that is very much a 'what did you do to make him shoot you?' question. ]

ntn spoilers

[necroprince]

Who doesn't?

[She can tell. Infuriating! Oh well, time to double down.]

I was just having a chat with my bestie, then suddenly his pet had a seizure. He got very pushy and shot me in the head. I had a headache for sixty seconds!

That's our world, though. Hardly matters here. When we get back, I'll probably feel better after lobotomizing him and killing all his friends. But here I'm totally chill.

[The real answer is complicated on either side, with Ianthe wanting to keep John from either reaching full strength or murder suiciding the empire, and Pyrrha desperately wanting to save the planetary ghost inhabiting Harrow's body no matter what. But she's not saying shit.]

[fogsong]

It sounds like you might've been in the way, then. If he didn't kill you, might want to count your blessings and move on, yeah?

But it's nice to hear you're totally chill here. It wouldn't be wise on your part to get all revenge-y here anyway.

[ the way she narrows her eyes at all of that. she just got her uncle and she already wants to fight her. ]

[necroprince]

[That's how it is with Ianthe.]

Explaining the full situation would be revealing a lot about your brand new daddy that he's clearly kept from you intentionally (and also about me), so I'll just leave it at that. He couldn't kill me, though, even if he tried.

[Not strictly true but... more or less. It would take a lot of effort. She's not actually stupid enough to go after Duty (John wouldn't let her even if she particularly wanted to).]

I love our exchange of meaningless thinly veiled threats. It feels like we're bonding already. Next time we talk past each-other, we should do eachother's nails and talk about girls.

[fogsong]

Gosh, you're so thoughtful, Ianthe. And I got my doubts about that. But you obviously know him so much better than I do so I'll trust your judgement. [ ...everything about that sentence screams she's lying and is just letting Ianthe believe what she'd like. ]

I do feel a bond forming. I like gold polish, by the way.

[necroprince]

[She just feels like that's all sarcastic. Ianthe is anything but thoughtful. Not a thought going through that brain of hers, only nefarious schemes.]

What a coincidence, so do I.