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Saját, életem❤

by Lady Paulus

     { Why I chose C.C…? Well, a while ago, I had my Naoto Shirogane blog- thewheelisturning- and I felt like I was falling out with her. I began to look at my old anime DVDs and I came across Code Geass. I decided to rewatch the series because I haven’t seen it since.. 2011 at the time? As I watched it, I started to actually feel some sort of bond grow between C.C. and I. Just something about her screamed for me to give her a shot. I did and I ended up getting 30 followers in a day. From there, I decided that C.C. was here to stay and everyone liked her. }

Attraction level:  10/10Love for the Character: 9/10How much the character has grown on me:  9/10Badassness level: 10/10How upset I’d be/I am if the character got killed off: 10/10Compliment about your blog: Your blog is really nice and pretty, OK? Plus, I’m happy whenever you message me because you seem so.. Genuinely interested in what I have to say or how I roleplay C.C.!

//And I’m at a loss for the next one, and I did End already. Hope this is sufficient!

When C.C. first got her Geass she couldn’t read much and could only count to twenty. She actually spent time in universities after that, and although she came across as an especially slow student, she did broaden her horizons quite a bit. There are still some subjects that she doesn’t understand like more advanced math and algebra and every now and again she finds a turn of phrase she doesn’t understand, and bringing this up frustrates and embarrasses her. 

"Not every end is the goal. The end of a melody is not its goal, and yet if a melody has not reached its end, it has not reached its goal." -Friedrich Nietzsche You wandered into this cave on a whim. Well, not exactly a whim - it looked so inviting, and it had been a long time since you started out. The plush, black walls give only a muted echo of the melody that otherwise seems almost ubiquitous in your land. The cavern itself is lit by a series of glowing crystals on pedestals, each a different shade of luminescent color. Or are they? Closer inspection reveals them to be a sort of three-dimensional embroidery, carefully and craftfully stitched into rounded crystalline shapes. The light they emit seems to hum, fluctuating, making them appear to twinkle against the inky black backdrop of the walls of the cave. You gently prod one of them - a rustic, orange color, earthy but with hints of gold. As you do, you hear a chord ring out tentatively from the softly glowing thread, echoing off the other crystals, quieter and quieter. You tap another crystal, this time a sort of burgundy with a hexagonal pattern. Its chord is hollow and jarring, and makes your teeth grit as it is multiplied throughout the cave. Your hand reaches instinctively for your LOUISVILLE DAISYLACKER, and you smash the offending singing-weave with a satisfying SMACK. A very satisfying smack. Maybe too satisfying of a smack. You grip the bat in both hands and give a righteous swing at another, this one a frightful shade of marbled olive. It bursts into pieces, but not before letting off a simple, light arpeggio that rings fruitfully throughout the cave. The next one, a mottled grey, produces such a solid THUMP and resounding power chord that as it resolves, you sigh a little. Letting loose like this after walking so far on the velvet terrain is relaxing. And relaxation is a powerful thing. One crystal stands out to you, though. A sky-blue teardrop the size of your hand seems to blink in and out, almost in some sort of pattern. As you approach it, you see its structure is woven helically, carefully contoured to reflect the light of its compatriots. When you nudge it, however, it doesn't ring at all. Out of some sense of belonging, you decide to captchalogue it, placing it in your purse for later. You look around at the the other pedestals clustered throughout the cave, and cock your trusty bat on your shoulder with a small grin. Now, where were you?