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unknownseas2021-03-20 06:56 pm
cethflayn) wrote in unknownseas2021-03-20 06:56 pm
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Receive them into a twinkling star
[When the remainder of the passengers returns to the ship, Flayn steals away to read what Constantine gave her upon their parting. She reads it, and cannot find it in her heart to burn it.
Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.
Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.
Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.
-Flayn
Cethleann
No more hiding.
Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]
Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.
Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.
Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.
-
Cethleann
No more hiding.
Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]
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Names have power to a malak. We have our names, and then we have our True Names. True Names are us, are the most basic description of who we are. Those who learn them are few and far between.
Mine is Fylk Zahdeya, Zaveid the Oathkeeper.
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...You know, your profile says anyone who learns your true name dies. [...he's read them every damn trial] That's a pretty dangerous thing to say in a place like this, especially at this late stage.
Lucky for you, I'm under a contract. I'm not allowed to die until I see it through, no matter what. And I have an empire to topple before then, so frankly I'm just much too busy to die in general.
So, hope you won't be too mad when I end up breaking the trend.
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I wouldn't worry about it. The Captain is referring to Eizen living on borrowed time. It's technically true, but full of crap the way it's worded.
Here's to you proving that little fact completely wrong.
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[mortals, amirite?]
You know, I'm very good at upsetting authority. I look forward to seeing the look on that puppeted corpse's face when we finally put him in checkmate.