IC INBOX - PHANRIFT

[founderinglight]

one for sorrow, two for mirth
three for marriage, four for birth
five for the truth and six for lying
seven for sickness, eight for dying
nine for silver, ten for gold
eleven for a secret that shall never be told
twelve for the moon, thirteen for the sky
fourteen for the accursed unable to die
and fifteen for my heart's last desire
a new day's dawn, reborn in fire



Izunia Lucis Caelum
Keystone Station Room #11
Network @elevencrows

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[founderinglight]

...That is at least top ten stupidest things I've ever heard.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Welcome to Blood Gulch, motherfuckers, can we change the topic from how stupid where I was...was, or what.

[burninglight]

Yes, dear, anything you like.

[Ardyn laughed softly, an arm comfortably around Church's waist.]

...Which one are you drawing now?

[founderinglight]

Judica.

['Which one is that' well she's got the outline of a Really Big Shield braced over her far arm now, which do you think.

Also, shoulders, which apparently the queen had no fear of showing off considering the off-shoulder gown Izunia's drawing her in. Even the raiment hangs low and wide to show them off, looking more like a shawl than a cape.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Who wha? Oh. Is that another relative? The Just, cuz, big shield of said person?

[burninglight]

Mm, that'd be her.

[Beat.]

I'm starting to think Lucian names may not be a wellspring of creativity.

[founderinglight]

Especially the later generations - she's, XCIII I believe? Not that many centuries before Regis, anyway.

[She also has a jawline that could cut a man open.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Still better than Tenmyouji.

[burninglight]

Says you.

[he loves his stupid name]

At least my given name wasn't Mors, gods that was easily the worst case of it.

[founderinglight]

Mors being named Mors is the only viable excuse for him inflicting 'King Regis' upon his own child.

[motherfucking_ghost]

At least Regis is an Actual Name, as opposed to...that.

[burninglight]

It's a bit redundant to give to royalty, however.

[founderinglight]

That's a kind way of putting it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah, but like, I know guys named Regis! I don't know anyone named after the moors of Scotland or whatever!

[burninglight]

Do you know any kings named Regis, because that's literally what it means.

[founderinglight]

And 'Mors' means 'death.'

[As in, mortal.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I know what Regis means I'm learning Latin because of you!

[burninglight]

And I appreciate it because that's adorable, why are we shouting?!

[founderinglight]

[Izunia doesn't say anything, just watching with a 'why are you shouting" expression.

Verity, for her part, decides now is a good time to try and bat at Ardyn's ponytail.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Because my default state is loud and I want it to be made clear that I'm kind of stupid but not braindead! Also I love you!

[burninglight]

I love you too, you dumb bastard!

[in this house we love and support leonard lucis caelum. a little loudly.]

...Can I help you? [hello, cat.]

[founderinglight]

[Swat! Swat!!!!!]

She's probably bored, we have been sitting out here a while.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well. I mean. There are a couple solutions to that.

[burninglight]

'Leave' or 'toss my brother over the railing?'

[he's joking]

[this time]

[founderinglight]

[Izunia gives Ardyn the deadest of looks before pulling a cat toy - a bundle of feathers on a stick - out of his Armiger and tossing it to Church. Here, you like kitty, play with her.

Verity of course immediately lazer-focuses the feathers as only a kitty cat can.]