disestablishment | THE PANTS OF THE HOT

[ Frowning because somehow, some way, they are trapped in this transparent large bubble on the way to the new grocery store. He sighs. ]

We cannot have a peaceful week, can we...

[She is looking....extremely displeased. What the hell.]

I have had ENOUGH of these stupid bubbles.

[JUST GIVING IT A LITTLE KICK!!! >8I]

We unfortunately must push forward... Do prepare yourself, Mistress Hot Pants.

[ Aymeric tries to pop it, but when he does, color bursts... And a vision sweeps around them.

(0:00-3:43)

With the truth rattling free from its millennia-long cage, you seek to tell the people first in order to control the situation. Unrest, uproar, ruin — you are aware of the consequences that come... You steel yourself as you walk out of the doors of Fortemps' manor and straight to the Holy Vault where the seats of Ishgard's government reside, hoping to discuss the upheaval to come.

You must reason with the highest power in your beloved city, your father. The Archbishop.

(0:34-6:09)

Your father claims the people to be weak. They need to maintain the lie to live... For how could they survive being told the deaths of their loved ones was for naught? That this war was for naught? That all of this bloodshed had no purpose?

You do not know how to assuage that pain, but you believe your people to be stronger. Ishgard can survive this like she has survived this war.

...

You wish you two could see eye to eye, but he would have the Heavens' Ward arrest and detain you. They would make attempts to torture the names of those who know the truth from your lips.

After years, you finally have audience
with your father, to speak to him like you once wished, and yet...

And with that he closes his eyes. ]

...

[A lie. A lingering lie, fed to the people, and the injustice baked into the heart of it all. The things about dragons and their eyes is nothing familiar, but the unfairness of people in power, telling everyone one thing while pursuing their own agenda...that she can understand.]

[She looks over at Aymeric.]

...Your reason was noble enough. It is a shame that your father couldn't even budge to see that.

Thank you, Mistress Hot Pants. I had always hoped we would be of similar mind, but all that hope for naught by first meeting.

[ But he doesn't sound as mad as he maybe should be. It's a tinge of sorrow, maybe guilt. This, he says more firmly: ]

Man is stronger than he believed.

...Good.

[A nod.]

How did it work out, then? After...all of that.

[ ........... ]

... It is... Quite a tale. I wouldn't wish to chatter your ear off of what transpires.

Why not? I don't mind listening to you.

If that is what you wish.

[ Clears. His throat. ]

'Twould seem my father had plans, schemes he conjured after speaking to the Ascians—an organization who sowed ruin to accomplish their goals. After he jailed me, he sought to pursue those plans in Azys Lla and make himself god. I imparted you knowledge on Primals, consider it my father would be the vessel of one. With the power of a Primal, I'm sure he meant to temper our people to keep fighting in the war... Nullifying the truth.

[ Sometimes your dad is a megalomaniac? ]

... I had to order his death sentence. For our people's sake, I had no choice. This would spark a number of disputes and acts of terrorism in Ishgard while the war wages on. Nidhogg would possess Estinien when he came into the possession of two of the wrym's eyes. Unfortunately, it was difficult to track him at the time and I needed to prepare for a peace conference with a different dragon's brood—[ there's just so much ]

Make himself...god?

[HELLO?]

[As she listens, a bubble starts to creep up behind them.]

I...see. You did what you could for the people, but... [A frown.] And Estinien was...possessed? By the dragon? Oh, that's horrible...

[ Closes his eyes over his dad. It's fine. ]

Aye, by the dragon's shade. [ ... ] Estinien is well and Nidhogg is dead. I trust you know how sensitive this subject is, so if you would keep your knowing from Estinien...

[ A... BUBBLE. Aymeric doesn't notice yet until it's too late. ]

These are truly cursed.

...Ugh.

[Well. Great.]

[She's gritting her teeth and moving to punch color into the bubble - but the memory that comes is. Not so easy to move on from. She balks at the memory (27-40), eyes wide, hands shaking.]

[She doesn't even say anything. What do you say to your own death?]

Edited 2022-03-17 02:44 (UTC)

[ Finally i get to sit down and read this proper and... Aymeric is appalled (like me, just sheer what the fuck is JJBA) because truly he doesn't think he can fathom objects just. Manifesting into other objects, even persons.

Not like he hasn't considered this was the truth, tbh, but what. ]

Mistress Hot Pants. If you wish me silent, then...

[ He would be, for her. ]

...

[She shakes her head, after a moment, wincing like she can still feel it all. The flies under skin. The wood burrowing its way to her neck.]

It's...fine. It's fine, Aymeric.

[ The bubble goes... And he has many mechanic questions about her world, cause what. In a way, it makes sense in the same way a flesh spray can does.

Is it really fine? They had to watch her death and he can only imagine how many times she might have had to see it. ]

May I offer you a hug? Or simply hold your hand. 'Tis also in your right to reject.

[She seems to consider it for a moment...before coming closer, closer, hesitating, almost timid...]

[And she embraces him. It's a very gentle hug.]

[ The hug he gives is not as gentle, but not suffocating. We are not here to agitate any wounds. It's with a noticeable squeeze, as if to ground her to this moment. ]

You're here, Mistress Hot Pants, and you're doing good work.

THE PANTS OF THE HOT

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WOW HEI SO PRETTY

get out of my house

nO

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