lonely assistant

“’Big cubey guy’? Uh, that’d probably be O’Chunks, yeah I know him, he was helping around Flipside last I heard. You’ve got the wrong town, I know they look pretty much the same…”

And then it really sunk in. She smacked her palm against her forehead.

   ❝Oh, I know you alright. This better be urgent– as in ‘someone died’ urgent. I can’t make the Count proud if you lot keep interrupting my delicate work.❞ He flicked his cap up, but the brainwashed bro didn’t offer her a glance. His focus was fully on the large robotic machine that resembled him. ❝Please tell me he wants me to go after the hero.❞

Really, she had to get to the root of all this defiance. If he wouldn’t listen to her, who would he listen to? She owned him!...Right?

It was the end of winter; of being able to stay inside in the dark all day without being questioned, of cold weather and early nights and comforting darkness and being able to sit and read a book wrapped in the weight of a blanket and forget everything, because plenty of people were too miserable to be overly energetic and bothersome.

But now she had to shut the blinds to prevent irritatingly bright sunlight from striking her eyes too early, worlds were in bloom and something in the trees of several dimensions tended to make her sneeze, it was quickly becoming uncomfortably hot for someone so used to the cold...

But it was more than that and she knew it.

There were some days on her planner or her calendar that were highlighted in yellow or circled and underlined in that bright red pencil she so liked. Some of them she wrote notes beside; “see script for meeting,” “Notso’s closed until 1pm; arrive 12:15,” “tea with Nolrem; take list of conversation topics” and et cetera. And when one of these was filled, she’d keep it away in a drawer so she could look back at it if needed.

But there was one day with a single black circle around it and nothing else. She knew what it meant, and she never planned anything else for that day. To those who didn’t know, she’d claim she was busy or had a meeting or was traveling at the time--those who knew looked on her with understanding, but also frustrating pity.

It was on this day that the heroes had defeated them.

It was on this day that he had left.

Truth or Dare

What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

Morality Meme 

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

As stated in the last ask, she doesn’t like to use the labels of “good” and “bad” as she lost track of the concept years ago. She’s just...her.

But deep down, she knows how others see her. She knows the things she’s done cannot objectively be called good--or forgiven. She almost doesn’t want to be forgiven.

She knows how others describe her as cold and heartless, and she knows she’d do it all again for the right person and the right price. Part of her wants to improve, to force her way past her reputation and her background and be a ‘better person’.

But another, large part of her believes...she just can’t. And she won’t.

Morality Meme 

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

[For the record, with memes worded in regards to “your muse” or general headcanon things, I do them ooc because Nastasia hates talking about herself and also it’s easier for me to get out my thoughts, so it doesn’t matter what character sends it--she doesn’t know I’m ratting her out]

Purely relative; concepts based on context and interpretation alone. Nastasia exists in a perpetual sort of gray area, where her independent actions could swing either way. She’s abandoned any attempt to make sense of right and wrong ever since her first “job”, as she knew considering it for too long would only make her overthink it and fall into despair.

Morality Meme

👑: Is your muse honorable?

Yes--to an extent. Nastasia does have a certain code that she’ll stick to unless she’s forced to abandon it due to extreme circumstances or outside influence (being ordered to do something by her employer). 

This mainly consists of doing her job while causing as little collateral damage and overall effect in other’s lives as possible. Her problems are her own, and her disagreements are between her and another person--she doesn’t want anyone else to get caught in crossfire. 

She’s also of the belief that everyone, even enemies, deserve a fighting chance and a level playing field. This means, for example, in a fight, she’s opposed to underhanded tactics. She’ll also always give the option for mercy or surrender if it’s available, though will be ruthless if it is not taken. She will not kill or harm out of cold blood.

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?