Post by Fox on Sept 13, 2022 15:41:35 GMT -5
Ikra pouted a little bit at Pesha’s initial answer, but she supposed that made sense. It didn’t seem as if the soul had remained in this one. She considered the zombie thoughtfully as it simply stood there, vaguely aware that she should have been experiencing some form of disgust or fear maybe, but in truth, it didn’t bother her. Ikra vaguely wondered why before shrugging to herself. The dead weren’t to be feared, that sort of thing should be reserved for the living.
“Hm…”
She turned and tilted her head at Pesha as the woman moved over to the sofa, dumping the contents of the bag that she’d been clutching very tightly and possessively since she’d washed up. Ikra admitted to more than a little curiosity, but she hadn’t wanted to pry. Everyone was entitled to their secrets. But bones were not what she had been expecting. Well, maybe she might have guessed it after her display of her powers, but that was irrelevant now.
“Vasca…” Ikra echoed, watching as Pesha caressed him and fell into his arms. Her brow furrowed as she processed what this might mean. Pesha explained. Ah, then, perhaps she wasn’t the first to have won Pesha’s heart? But then…! Ikra’s train of thought didn’t get much further before Pesha’s creations vanished, herself falling to the floor.
Ikra lunged to catch her, but it was far too late for that. She frowned, pulling her hand away as Pesha collected the bones of her former lover. Something about the moment felt sacred like she had no right to interfere. It stirred some complicated thoughts and feelings in her chest, but she pushed those aside as Pesha rose back up to her feet.
Demitri, for his part, had simply silently observed the proceedings with keen interest. He turned to regard Pesha as she addressed him, nodding and glancing over at Lady Ikra to ensure that he could continue. She nodded to him, though the expression on her face was a little worrying.
“Indeed. Then, I suggest an invasion of Zarzara,” he began calmly.
“I-Invasion?!”
“Do you dislike the idea, my lady?” Demitri asked, looking genuinely perplexed, “Was this not also part of your own plan?”
Ikra flushed bright red. Demitri gave her more credit than she thought she really deserved. He was a genius, but for some reason, he saw her as an even greater one. It sort of boggled her. Ikra scrambled for an explanation as her face heated up.
“A-Ah, no,” she stumbled, “I was just… surprised that you’d caught on. Go on.”
Somehow, Demitri bought that bold faced lie, looking akin to a pleased puppy at her praise.
“Of course, my lady! As I was saying, we stage an invasion of Zarzara. I will be playing the role of the villain, properly disguised so as not to draw unwanted attention in the future. Miss Pesha, if you could lend me the use of your army of the dead, it would be quite compelling. Of course, our Lady Ikra will play the role of the noble goddess and heroine who repels me and saves the hostages. I will take several during the course of the invasion. Pesha, it would be helpful if you were among their number. Both to convince the people of Lady Ikra’s virtuosity and power, but also to control your army at the center of the action.”
Demitri paused so that Pesha might have a moment to consider the potential consequences of this plan before continuing to ask, “What do you think?”
“Hm…”
She turned and tilted her head at Pesha as the woman moved over to the sofa, dumping the contents of the bag that she’d been clutching very tightly and possessively since she’d washed up. Ikra admitted to more than a little curiosity, but she hadn’t wanted to pry. Everyone was entitled to their secrets. But bones were not what she had been expecting. Well, maybe she might have guessed it after her display of her powers, but that was irrelevant now.
“Vasca…” Ikra echoed, watching as Pesha caressed him and fell into his arms. Her brow furrowed as she processed what this might mean. Pesha explained. Ah, then, perhaps she wasn’t the first to have won Pesha’s heart? But then…! Ikra’s train of thought didn’t get much further before Pesha’s creations vanished, herself falling to the floor.
Ikra lunged to catch her, but it was far too late for that. She frowned, pulling her hand away as Pesha collected the bones of her former lover. Something about the moment felt sacred like she had no right to interfere. It stirred some complicated thoughts and feelings in her chest, but she pushed those aside as Pesha rose back up to her feet.
Demitri, for his part, had simply silently observed the proceedings with keen interest. He turned to regard Pesha as she addressed him, nodding and glancing over at Lady Ikra to ensure that he could continue. She nodded to him, though the expression on her face was a little worrying.
“Indeed. Then, I suggest an invasion of Zarzara,” he began calmly.
“I-Invasion?!”
“Do you dislike the idea, my lady?” Demitri asked, looking genuinely perplexed, “Was this not also part of your own plan?”
Ikra flushed bright red. Demitri gave her more credit than she thought she really deserved. He was a genius, but for some reason, he saw her as an even greater one. It sort of boggled her. Ikra scrambled for an explanation as her face heated up.
“A-Ah, no,” she stumbled, “I was just… surprised that you’d caught on. Go on.”
Somehow, Demitri bought that bold faced lie, looking akin to a pleased puppy at her praise.
“Of course, my lady! As I was saying, we stage an invasion of Zarzara. I will be playing the role of the villain, properly disguised so as not to draw unwanted attention in the future. Miss Pesha, if you could lend me the use of your army of the dead, it would be quite compelling. Of course, our Lady Ikra will play the role of the noble goddess and heroine who repels me and saves the hostages. I will take several during the course of the invasion. Pesha, it would be helpful if you were among their number. Both to convince the people of Lady Ikra’s virtuosity and power, but also to control your army at the center of the action.”
Demitri paused so that Pesha might have a moment to consider the potential consequences of this plan before continuing to ask, “What do you think?”
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