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Opowiedz mi storiÄ czterech bohaterĂłw Takich jak z legend, nie ma juĆŒ ich wielu; Co stawiÄ czoĆa kaĆŒdej przeszkodzie, WyjdÄ naprzeciw kaĆŒdej przygodzie. Ich droga â krÄta, lecz razem na wieki DÄ ĆŒyÄ do celu, choÄ cel daleki; SpojrzeÄ przed siebie, dumnÄ unieĆÄ gĆowÄ Za rÄce chwyciÄ, ĆcieĆŒki znaczyÄ nowe. A po latach storie krÄ ĆŒyÄ bÄdÄ jeszcze. Ze scen dla ludzi snuli bÄdÄ wieszcze Czterech przyjaciĂłĆ opowieĆÄ osobliwÄ , TrochÄ tajemniczÄ , ale na pewno prawdziwÄ .
Teraz i zawsze
by Lady Paulus
ChciaĆabym, ĆŒeby wszyscy wiedzieli, ĆŒe mam kochanych i wspaniaĆych przyjaciĂłĆ, i moĆŒe mĂłwiÄ to bo jest w pĂłĆ do pierwszej, ale sÄ naprawdÄ genialni i nie wiem co bym bez nich zrobiĆa.
{Munday Symbols} â - A ship I canât stand & ⟠- Why I chose my character. {Also thank you for the compliments! They've considerably cheered me up!}
Munday Symbols
â - A ship I canât stand
   { Well, Iâm fine with any ships, whether yaoi or yuri or just normal ships. As long as you donât shove it in my face, Iâm cool with it. }
⟠- Why I chose my character.Â
   { Why I chose C.CâŠ? 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 havenât 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. }
{Send me a character name and I'll nameâŠ} Kallen KĆzuki.
Send me a character name and i'll name...
Attraction level: 10/10Love for the Character: 9/10How much the character has grown on me: 9/10Badassness level: 10/10How upset Iâd be/I am if the character got killed off: 10/10Compliment about your blog: Your blog is really nice and pretty, OK? Plus, Iâm happy whenever you message me because you seem so.. Genuinely interested in what I have to say or how I roleplay C.C.!

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Accent, Guardian, Epiphany, Laugh, Instinct, and ... End, because what could possibly be more vague and ominous sounding?
Accent
C.C. seems to speak in a normal Britannian accent. She learned this skill from Marianne. It made her seem more natural among Britannian noblemen. She hasnât spoken in her natural accent for some time. Itâs a lot like her; mysterious and unplacable, but oddly fitting for any setting. This is because C.C. has been to just about every part of the world. Her original accent became a sort of cocktail of many different accents over time.
Guardian
C.C. is willing to go to any length to keep the person holding her contract alive. This is entirely so that they can live long enough to grant her wish.
Epiphany
They all deserve to die. Tell you why Mrs. Lovett tell you why
C.C. had a sort of epiphany toward the end of Code Geass. She came close to finally ceasing her endless existence and found a reason for living.
It didnât last.
Laugh
C.C., despite how traumatizing most of her life was, maintains a healthy sense of humor.
Unfortunately, what she finds funny tends to be at the expense of others.
//And Iâm at a loss for the next one, and I did End already. Hope this is sufficient!
⊠, â , â , â , â { I think my curiosity is getting out-of-hand. These all sound so interesting! You don't have to give elaborate responses... }
⊠- Emotional headcanon â - Sad headcanon
The first person who ever reached the point where he could take C.C.âs code was about 70 years after her initially getting it. C.C. wasnât nearly the cold hearted witch we all know yet. She pleaded with him to take her code and end her suffering, since they had grown close after helping each other so much over the course of their many years together. He refused, saying that he couldnât live knowing heâd have to watch his wife and unborn child die of old age before him.Â
"Maybe youâll be luckier than me, Connor! Maybe you can save yourself during their lifetime!"
"C.C. Iâm sorryâŠ"
She took a moment and thought about what she could do to convince him, and the ideas that ran through her head terrified her. âWhat if he was dying anyway? Then heâd have to accept.â
"If you donât⊠Iâll kill them.. Your wife and your son."
"No you wonât. Thatâs not You, C.C.. Youâre a kind person."
Overcome with desperation, she drew a knife and brandished it at him.
"You donât know me! You have know idea what itâs like, Connor! Donât you think Iâve lived through enough? Iâll make you accept it!â
She stabbed him, hoping heâd accept to avoid dying. However, she was so overcome with emotions at the time that she didnât notice that sheâd stabbed him in the heart, dooming him and herself. When his wife found out about them, she had her tried as a witch for what she did to her husband. She was burned at the stake.
She still has nightmares about this to this very day.
â -Â Family headcanon
Her family didnât want her as a child. The closest thing she had to a family was the Nun, who betrayed her as her parents had. Any other individuals who treated her as kin were lost in the endless stream of her existance.
â - Old age headcanon
C.C. thinks of herself as a very old woman, despite her appearance. She has seen many people die under timeâs merciless boot, and she has an unprecedented jealousy for them.
â - Education headcanon
When C.C. first got her Geass she couldnât 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 doesnât understand like more advanced math and algebra and every now and again she finds a turn of phrase she doesnât understand, and bringing this up frustrates and embarrasses her.Â
Land of Velvet and Melody
"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?