A Puppet's Hell

Golden Chalice uses He/Him and Ae/Aer pronouns

Chalice is a Lost Temple resident with two biograft bodyguards, part of a royal family. When ae was young, he was taken by a Cult of The True Eye member and indoctrinated. Ae was taught that the sfoth swords did not truly exist and were fake tales. Soon after having aer eye removed, aer family arrived and took him back home. They did not think to fully re-educate the poor prince, so ae is still adjusting to the idea of the SFOTH. Ae is not smart book wise, but has a hell of a lot of charm and is plenty street smart.

Speaking of his charm. Chalice's gear is a genuine charm magnet. Most inphernals tend to like Chalice without much of a reason, just that "ae's cool and nice".

Chalice's left eye is glass.

and now for questions from @spiralstereo hello my dear friend :3

what is his favorite pastime ? favorite hobby , activity ? Ae likes to crochet and tends to jog in the mornings :]

what does he do the most often ? Most of the time, he sits out on his balcony crocheting and talking aimlessly to aer biografts.

favorite memory ? worst memory ? His favorite memory is of when he got to customize his glass eye for the first time, though his worst is waking up after losing his eye.

does he have anyone he considers friends ? any close friends ? Ae considers aer biografts as friends, though isn't very close to anybody else.

anything he regrets or looks back on shamefully ? Ae regrets how he treated his family when they finally found aer with the COTTE.

what are his pet peeves or preferences ? He hates hearing people chew and hates hearing people crack their knuckles, especially their necks.

is he based off any animal / mythical creature ? any themings ? Narwhal :3

anything he dreams or hopes for ? any goals ? Not quite, since he hasn't thought about it too much. Though, ae would like to find somebody nice to live with (platonic or romantic)

does he hate anyone ? anyone he doesn't like ? any enemies ? Roselauncher. Another Phighting OC I haven't talked about much, but the two don't get along very well.

favorite food ? :D Bacon Risotto :D

He sat in his office, writing away at numbers and muttering to himself. It was mostly peaceful with his gentle classical music playing throughout the room. He was startled out of his rhythm, however, when an unexpected song played. A specifically romantic song, loud and lyrical. It irked him, but he shut the music off and continued working. A few minutes later, someone came into his office and said that most of the others were leaving early for Valentine's day. He waved them off, scoffing.

"... Are you not going to leave too, Monte?" The suit asked, tilting their head.

"No. I've no lover to go home to, I'll stay in office and pick up your slack."

"Not even a friend to go appreciate? You know that Valentine's Day isn't just romantic love-"

Accountant paused, grimacing slightly. The other suit couldn't see it, due to how Accountant sat at his desk over his work.

"Go."

"Jeez- okay, okay, alright- Don't work yourself too hard, alrighty Monte?"

"Get out of my office and shut the door." He fought to keep his tone level, exhaling loudly once he heard his door shut. He continued to work in the silence now. You would expect him to calm down, but the silence began to bother him, allowing the Suit's words to echo in his mind. He hated it. He hated this day, it bothered him. A day about love. Eugh. Even if it came to platonic or even familial, he had... Well, none of it. He had no friends, no family, no lover, nobody. Sure he had a few of his clients and his boss, but... He's not sure what to consider them. Certainly not friends, from what he can tell. He would love to be friends with his boss, but it doesn't feel right to call them friends. Eventually, his emotions got the better of him and he ended up accidentally tearing a hole in the page he was writing on. Noticing this, he grumbled and crumpled it up, throwing it at the door of his office. Before he could start again, he noticed his next paper slightly wet.

Crying??

He's... crying?

He shook his head furiously wiping at his eyes. He had no reason to be crying, he didn't feel sad, he was fine being alone, he accepted that fact long ago- he's content with his routine- eat work eat sleep and repeat, he was fine with that! He hasn't had a problem with that for years- So why now? Why is it all bothering him now? Why do-

There was a knock on the door. He almost didn't notice it.

He fixed himself up, wiping at his eyes again and tidying up his desk before calling for the suit to come in.

"Accountant, is everything alright in here? I thought I heard commotion coming from your office." It was his boss- Surprising.

"Oh- Othar. It's nothing, Boss. I'm alright, you go on and have your meeting with Blax, I'll see you tomorrow-" He nervously smiled, waving at the CEO slightly.

"... I'm not the best with emotions and all that, but your eyes are quite puffy, Accountant."

"I'm fine, CEO. Go on, have fun today."

After taking a moment to study his employee, he sighed.

"I don't believe you, I'm sorry to say. Do you wanna talk about it or do you actually want me to leave."

"Get out." Accountant paused before adding on, more quiet this time, "please."

"... Alright, Accountant. You don't need to worry about coming in tomorrow, take the day off, alright?" Othar left before Accountant decided to respond.

He didn't go home until a janitor came in to clean his office. There wasn't much of an exchange as Monte collected the things he needed and headed home. Home. His home was- Well, empty. There wasn't much life to the house aside from the things he needed. A bed, kitchen appliances, a bathroom, the normal things. He had no decorations, no blinds or curtains, nothing to specifically say that this was his home. He made himself a condiment-less sandwich and got himself a cup of water. He ate and then... Went to bed. Nothing in between besides a quick shower.

A cheery voice approached Emerald Glaive as he was busy polishing his armor and gear. However, upon hearing the voice he froze. Hell, you could mistake him for a statue if you didn't pay super close attention.

"... Glaive-?"

"Sw-sword-! Hey- uhm- I-"

He quickly cleared his throat and stood, adjusting himself as quick as he possibly could and snapping into his typical demeanor.

"Emerald Sword. It is- wonderful to see you again. What brings you to Thieves Den?"

"Oh don't treat me like that-"

The sword laughed a bit, not hesitating to wrap her arm around the thieves denizen's shoulders and ruffle his hair. He protested, squirming to get out of her hold. Despite the struggle, he was grinning, playfully punching Emerald Sword.

"Ahh, you-! But no, really- Why are you here..?"

"For you- You kinda left us all high and dry you know..."

"I-"

Glaive stopped himself, looking away and frowning.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't wish to bring chaos to The Knights and our King- He already gets enough trouble, you know-? He doesn't deserve any more."

"What could you have possibly done that would be any worse than what we typically deal with, stupid?"

"The 'Church'."

There was a good amount of silence between the two before she let out a small 'oh'.

EMERALD SWORD IS NOT MY CHARACTER!!!!

Writer

Writing Enthusiast

Real Name: Arthur Isles

Alias: A.I.

Height: 5'8 or 173 cm

Age: 24 Cycles

Description: With a creative mind, Arthur spends most of his time writing books. Although only publishing informational books, he holds a fascination in writing mystery books.

Location: Media District, often the Library.

Both art pieces are from @myyanglifetwt (I'm gonna fucking GET you, yang <3/aff)

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