What's that? You think it's fake? Well, it is. But wasn't it fun?
cipher of HSR, penned by a bird. previously affiliated with gnostic hymns. rules / about / talents application under the cut!
"Satisfied? Of course I'm not!" Laughter chases the words out of her mouth, grinning wide at the speaker. "If I were truly content with everything I have, that would mean there was nothing left in this world to steal! And what a dull existence that would be, don't you think?"
Gold-laiden claws tap against her hips. "Fantasizing about change is a fool's errand. I didn't become the infamous thief I am today by day dreaming about it; I'm a cat of action, you know?"
Speaking of action, she's restless. The speaker prattles on, and she listens only as much as she needs to. Truly, she can't remember why she bothered humoring them. Maybe they seemed more interesting when they approached her, maybe she felt like chewing on a little mouse in between thefts. But her attention wanders, taking stock of every glistening, glittering bauble in the market. They catch the sun and flash in her eyes as she sways her head, and it's all she can think about.
They're still talking, something about strength, and she cannot think of a single thing she cares less to discuss with a stranger. They always mean physicality, brute force, and even if she can hold her own well enough (you don't run as fast as she can or carry as much loot as her without gaining some muscle), such straight-forward ideals bore her to tears.
"Alright, look, I appreciate your interest in someone as fascinating and mysterious as myself, but, I'm quite done." Cipher waves them off with her hand. "All this philosophical talk is for someone like the Goldweaver. I have better things to do, and as punishment for stealing my time like this… I think I'll drop by your house and see what's valuable enough to pay me back."
A flick of her Coin and she's gone, ignoring their final question. The answer lies in her title, after all. Her destiny was etched into her the moment she was born with that cursed golden blood. A demigod of trickery would never be remembered as anything but a liar, a thief, and a scoundrel. And that's just fine with her, it's a role she's grown into well.
No matter the small part of her that wishes otherwise, a desire coded into her very being.
