#rosestallion

Starter for @rosestallion

This far into her search for Rosemary, Zoe had seen more places than she could name. Sometimes, when new clues wouldn't come from anywhere, she questioned if it was worth it, if they'd ever find Rose, if the girl was even still alive_ but her gut told her she was, and she'd swore the moment she found out about Ethan's demise that she wouldn't stop until she found her, no matter how long it took.

So she'd joined Chris in the search and, eventually, following him around the globe turned into them going separate ways, following different clues and promising to keep the other updated. If Zoe was being honest, she was supposed to call him two days ago, it'd been her deadline for searching this place: a town with just enough population to not be a village, and finding results. But just like it told her Rose was alive, her gut told her to wait just a little longer, to ask the locals.

Zoe was currently making her way through the street market full of people, buying supplies, asking questions, and showing a picture of Miranda to those who were patient enough to give more than curt answers.

She was about to make her way towards the stands across the street when another body crashed into hers. Her first instinct was to grab the other by the arm– being from Louisiana, Zoe was no stranger to people using busy streets and the excuse of running into others to rob them. Zoe then realized it was a girl that'd run into her.

Why do you care so much about pleasing Miranda?

Over 60 years she currently lived. Only a small portion of that frozen in age had been dedicated to a woman that Alcina had idolized and resented many times. 

Why did she care? 

It was a question she expected from meek Belladonna or sniveling Moreau.

So to hear the inquiry come from her least tolerable “sibling”? Well, the noblewoman had to wonder - what was Karl Heisenberg picking at? Honestly why had she invited the foul-mouthed inventor to Castle Dimitrescu . . . because it felt empty now. 

A swirl of her wine and smoke of her pipe. Alcina listened to him ramble on about their “mother” and how they were all just playing house. That earns Karl a bitter chuckle. 

“Of course I care about keeping Mother’s favor. It’s what I must do for that “bitch” as you so callously phrase it. Yes, she experimented on me - all of us - but look at all she has given me.” 

Immortality (as long as she fed), a hand at continuing the Cadou research, and of course - the resources to maintain her status as noblewoman, LADY DIMITRESCU. 

thesesplitpaths asked: "Oof. Big metal thing stabbed in the back? Been there..."  @rosestallion​ (Rose)

         “ what, did ercole STAB you too? the jerk gets around. ”       alberto’s voice was hoarse, exhausted and bitter. his throat felt dry and scratchy from the screaming and the growling and quite frankly, he just wanted to go to sleep again. he’d been patched up at the human hospital, sure.. but sharks, it hurt like HELL. 

    “ also, he stabbed me in the front? it kinda just.. came out of the back, too. ” 

EVEN BEFORE HE TRIES TO LIFT IT UP he can feel the force of the weapon's weight as it drops into his palms, and pitifully the butt of the hammer falls to the ground with a loud and metallic CLANG in an instant. Briefly stunned, Kubo gawks up at the hammer's wielder, and then tries to lift it up himself, reinvigorated.