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[fuckyousoleil]

[The mess hall is much like it is any other Friday afternoon. On this particular hot summer's day, it even seems like there's a little ice cream bar set up, with all sorts of different (sugar free, unfortunately) types of ice cream out as well as bowls, cherries, sprinkles - any sort of topping you can think of.

Right next to the ice cream bar,

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[bluetilator]

[noticing you]

You are somehow related to Euphemia.

[ascendthethorns]

[protectively caaaautious]

... She is my sister.

[bluetilator]

She is pleasant. I enjoyed her flower wreaths.

[ascendthethorns]

I see. You should tell her that yourself;, I'm sure she would be pleased to hear that her wreaths had an effect on you.

[bluetilator]

I will tell her. What do you call yourself, sister-of-Euphemia?

[ascendthethorns]

Cornelia. And you are...?

[bluetilator]

I am Illyria, god-king of the primordium, and I have been worshipped far and wide.

[ascendthethorns]

God-king?

[bluetilator]

I crushed my enemies far and wide with my oppressive might.

[ascendthethorns]

Do you consider yourself a warrior? Or is it that you see yourself as a conqueror?

[bluetilator]

I conquered once and made war with all that opposed me. I conquer no more.

[ascendthethorns]

Then will you be lending us your arms?

[bluetilator]

I yearn to fight. If I can protect the people from sorrow, I will be satisfied.

[ascendthethorns]

Such a dramatic manner of speech...

[bluetilator]

[hiss]

I do not care if you do not like my words. I will not change them for you.

[ascendthethorns]

[... did you hiss at me.]

On the contrary, I was going to suggest that you lead an offensive squadron.