#matricideisms

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☾Kil didn't often travel, at least not farther than Napolia as she and Maader couldn't afford to be away from the Mariadel company quite so long. For an important conference however, they had traveled to Remano and were staying in one of the finest hotels there. Kil wasn't used to really any luxuries at all but because Maader was in a good mood she was more lenient and Kil had gotten to eat her fill for once and sleep on soft cushions and because she hadn't much work to do she finally felt like she was rested.☽

☾She had started to notice how much she stood out though, it was starting to make her feel self conscious. She wished Maader would let her change into something breezier, after seeing so many people with their soft white robes and flowy dresses. Instead she was feeling entirely stifled and sweaty from the heat. Still, she refused to let it get her down as she sat in the shade outside and waited for Maader to return from a meeting with an old friend she'd insisted on attending alone.☽

☾That's when she noticed the peculiar looking scales and bright robes and fins on the man that had just come into view and almost pouted. Aw man, she'd love to change into her true form on a hot day like this and go for a swim, but of course it'd been ten years since she'd last been in that form. No one of sound mind would ever believe she wasn't human. Still, she couldn't take her eyes of the young stranger. What was he doing here in a place like this?☽

☾Since Maader wasn't around yet and she hadn't been told she wasn't allowed to speak to anyone particularly, her curiosity won over so she called out to him as she stood and approached him.☽

❀Technically, Nomi’s existence was supposed to be a secret. King Sinbad knew about her, so did all of his generals, and any magicians in the palace as they would be able to see her rukh, but other than that she’d been told not to show herself to other people. There were various reasons for it: Drakon said she might accidentally scare people again, Ja’far said she was safer if less people knew about her, and Sinbad said they never knew when having a secret ghost in the family could come in handy.❀

❀In any case from all parties involved she’d been given strict instructions not to reveal herself to the Kou prince and princess and she really had been diligent about avoiding them but while she was floating through the palace she’d gotten lost and ended up in the prince’s quarters.❀

❝Uh oh.❞ 

“What do you want?”

He ignored the other child’s questions, instead just turning to face him with a huff. This country was so boring, and he hated how often he found people staring. It wasn’t their business what he was doing, so why were they looking at him like that?

☾Kil rolled her eyes at the man, waving him off dismissively.☽

“Masrur can handle himself, you just don’t want to have to fight a Fanalis. Why did you even come here if you were going to do something like this? There’s like...”

☾She paused to count on her fingers, a little frown on her lips.☽

☾Kil wasn’t even sure why she was doing this. She wasn’t required to, in fact she had so many other more important things to be doing. Still, after mercilessly mocking Hakuryuu during the match whilst he got beat into the dirt by Masrur, she’d felt kinda bad for him. In any case, she was now in the small infirmary, bandaging up his wounds.☽

“You can rest here until you’re recovered enough to leave.”

☾She said flatly as she worked; she wasn’t a qualified healer but experience in patching up injuries could be plainly seen from the way she focused, the way she moved quickly and with purpose.☽

“You won’t be paid since you lost obviously and if gladiator is still what you want to be you’re gonna have to starve for a while til you can recover. It’s none of my business but if you ask me,”

☾She paused to looked down at him, giving an expression that almost resembled a smile.☽

RP POSITIVITY MEME! ::Accepting::

☼ Have you learned any new skills from being involved in RP (coding, editing, making GIFs, etc)?

Oh yeah for sure! I’ve gotten better at making edits since I started rping, learned how to make reaction icons, my writing improved too. Also while I studied it outside of rp I’ve gotten good at html and css and even know a little javascript now (since I make my own tabs for my themes to keep all the pages in one, except for with Kil’s theme but I still had to edit those tabs because there was only one and it took me weeks to figure out the script for it oof) 

♚ Have you ever made any lasting friends through RP? 

Heck yea!!! Two of my besties @matricideisms and my friend Panni (who doesn’t really rp anymore but who was a God tier Mahad and Hinahoho tbh) I met through rp. 

☄ Has roleplay positively affected your life in some ways?

☾Though she often didn’t think about it, Kil really did the jobs of like five different people. She handled the company’s finances, she hosted banquets and announced gladiator matches, she trained the children who were accepted into the company, and she did whatever else Maader decided to tack on when she thought Kil might be coming close to having a millisecond of free time for luxuries like a full meal or a full hour of sleep.☽

☾Take today for example, when she was walking down the busy city district with a stack full of scrolls under one arm and making her way to an inn nearby. Why was she coming there? To speak with the owner about missed taxes. Why someone else who wasn’t already running the Mariadel company basically single-handedly, couldn’t do this was an absolute mystery to her. She did this from time to time, when Maader wanted to flex on the people living on Riu Venus Island. This was a reminder that she was the one ruling this place, that the businesses there were more or less at her mercy. But why did she have to do this specifically?☽

☾She had entered the inn already and was waiting for the owner to come and meet with her, ignoring the fearful looks she got from the staff there; she had a slight reputation among the commoners on the island of being ruthless and intimidating by virtue of her strict demeanor and her desire to get these jobs over with and back to her miserable life but she didn’t particularly care. To her surprise though, she noticed a familiar face.☽

“My, my, my, if it isn’t the islands worst gladiator.”

☾From her smile she hoped he could tell she was only teasing.☽

Despite the sun barely setting, firewood is piled up by servants and set up for the night. The caravan becoming more quite as time pass, and Sanada watching over the fire to keep others warm. Due to his ....silent nature around strangers, he tends to the flames alone as the small group of travellers take turns in resting. There was....someone else here, but he did not think to ask for conversation.