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Wrong Place, Right Time (or a Villain from one Genre becomes a hero in another
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More or less have most things on regards to characters that major planned out
Episode 2: Root of the Problem P4
[X]Break into his garage at night and use the facilities yourself to do what you can.
After a careful explanation of how complicated Shattered Heart was compared to most earth machinery and how a normal mechanic probably wasn't going to cut it, Elizavet managed to talk Chiyo into helping her sneak in their after it closed to try and do what they can by themselves with the available equipment.
That night the trio worked together to move Shattered Heart to the building with a combination of Elizavet's knowledge on stealth and Bunsagi's disguise magic to keep it hidden and Chiyo's ridiculous strength while transformed to actually...you know, move it.
It still took a while, but eventually they arrived at Ando Automotive Repair.
After some carefull lock picking on pilots part the three got inside and dropped the illusion.
"Alright we made it!" Chiyo cheered while jumping in place.
"Alrighty then Elizavet your the expert here, where do we start?" Bunsagi chimed in looking at her.
'...good question.'
It clearly had severe electrical damage from that whip attack, it also had a few burns andsemi deep scratches into the hull from her earlier fight with Darkness Salamander.
Unfortunately this was the extent of Elizavet's ability to take stock of the situation. While she was trained well in basic mecha maintenance and had picked up some knowhow here and there while having Shattered Heart personalized, she was a strategist and fighter, not a scientist or engineer.
"Who's there?!" A masculine voice shouts, breaking Elizavet from her revelry as she and Chiyo spun around to see a incredibly muscular man clad in a pair of oil stained overalls walking in.
He also just so happened to have the exact same shade of blonde hair and blue eyes as Chiyo...
"Papa!" Chiyo cried out in shock.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms
"Sweetheart, why are you at my work after closing time without permission with a strange older freind I've never seen before?"
"Uhh, unmm...."
"Allow me to explain." Elizavet says, stepping forward.
"You see, I'm not from earth. I recently crashed on this planet in a freak accident and severely damaged my main way home."
She gestures behind them Shattered Heart, which the man finally seems to notice, his eyes widening.
"Shortly after the crash your daughter found me and helped me bring this here to try and repair it." The lies fell as naturally from her lips as water from a faucet.
The man thinks for a moment, stroking his chin before saying "Alright I believe you, I don't like thst you broke into my place of wirk without my permission with my daughters help-"
Chiyo winced
"-but I'll help you out and see what I can contribute to repairing it. Now, do you have anywhere to stay?"
"No, why-" Elizavet began to ask confused before being cut off
"Alright well I cant in good conscious just leave somonewith nowhere to go on the streets, I'll need to discuss it with my wife first but how would you feel about staying at our house?"
"Um...alright...."
"Ok, the names David Ando by the way, you?"
"Elizavet-Wilhelm von Starhelder"
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No choices this time again, buuut a new character sheet!
Name: Chiyo Ando
Appearance:A cute girl for her age with blue eyes and short blond hair
Gender: Female
Traits:
Boons:
Heroic: A naturally selfless and kind girl who's first instinct is usually to help anyone she can
Banes:
Ditzy: While not dumb per say is prone to tripping up in the memory or common sense department a bit more than most.
History: Once upon a time a average 13 year old girl,her life turned upside down when she was chosen as the weilder of the Miracle Silver Bracelet using it to become Pretty Silver Miracle Scout!
Relationship: 7/10. Considers Elizavet a trustworthy freind and ally thanks to her good first impression and her own somewhat naive nature.
Appearance:A cute girl for her age with blue eyes and short blond hair
Gender: Female
Traits:
Boons:
Heroic: A naturally selfless and kind girl who's first instinct is usually to help anyone she can
Banes:
Ditzy: While not dumb per say is prone to tripping up in the memory or common sense department a bit more than most.
History: Once upon a time a average 13 year old girl,her life turned upside down when she was chosen as the weilder of the Miracle Silver Bracelet using it to become Pretty Silver Miracle Scout!
Relationship: 7/10. Considers Elizavet a trustworthy freind and ally thanks to her good first impression and her own somewhat naive nature.
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- Philippines
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- He/Him
Nothing specific. I mainly hammer out a few general things only a Couple of updates in advance
Interlude: Meeting the family
Sorry for the late update!
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Elizavet-Wilhelm von Starhelder sat somewhat uncomfortable in the Ando families living room.
Across from her was David and his wife (Haru Ando he'd hurriedly introduced) who'd insisted on sending Chiyo to her room after a stern lecture about breaking and entering.
Haru herself was (aside from her grey eyes and pitch black hair) a near perfect mirror of her daughter aside from her height and a few barley noticeable age lines.
Her and her husband had breifly left the room to have a hushed conversation, shared a look before she spoke up.
"Alright we believe you."
'You mean you believe me. Your husband and child were already eating out of my hand.' Elizavet cynically bit back in her own head.
"So it's decided! Welcome to the Ando home for the foreseeable future!" David declared in a somewhat false cheerful tone, clearly trying and failing to break the tension.
"But some ground rules!" His wife quickly cut in. "So first things first, so the neighbors don't talk we'll need a cover story, how old are you?"
'That's... actually a good question....' The red eyed woman contemplated.
She'd signed up at the nearest recruitment center when she looked of age enough for the man at the counter but she didn't actually know. She'd never bothered keeping track of it on the streets, the days tended to blend together...
'Hmm, if we assume phenomenonal luck and I actually was 18 when I said I was... hmm'
She was a prodigy who's officer nomination came after only a year of official service. After that she'd married Wilhelm within another year. Then she'd used her new clout to social climb for a year before deciding she wanted all the way to the top and spent five years building alliances and laying the ground wirk for her Coup. Once the Coup began it triggered a civil war which lasted two years the second of said years the brat who beat her came onto the scene and did the thing so...
"28" 'give or take a few years'
Haru nodded "Alright, we can tell people your a college student studying a broad for bit. Now, if your going to be staying here, no more encouraging misbehavior from our daughter! She's already picked up a tardy streak at school, there's no need to add more serious crimes on top of that!"
"Understood." Elizavet nodded.
"And you'll be expected to pitch in with chores around the house!"
"That seems fair."
She crossed her arms.
"Good, now it's late so you should probably go to bed. Chiyo has volunteered her closet and it's bug enough that I don't see a problem with that, any complaints?"
Elizavet shook her head and went into Chiyo's room.
"I'm REALLY sorry my papa caught us and he and Mama found out about you! Normally I'm so good at keeping secrets!" Chiyo apologized profusely with her head bowed.
"She really is...kinda." Bunsagi weakly defended her.
"It's fine, really this was more carelessness of my front than anything else."
Once the younger girl had calmed down a bit Elizavet spoke again
"What's most unfortunate about today is how the damage my machine sustained means it won't be able to assist in combat for a while."
"It's alright! We shouldn't need to fight again for a while!" She exclaimed chipperly making Elizavet raise and eyebrow
"And why's that? So far they've attacked two days in a row"
It was then that Bunsagi chimed in again.
"That was likely an outlier based on them wanting to look into you as a new unknown variable. Generally speaking they usually only make a move about once a week."
'That...seems deeply tactically stupid.'
"Well that's good to know I suppose."
"Yep!"
And so they prepared for bed.
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And now for a new aspect of the quest!
Generally speaking. A monster of the week will attack just about every week and what you choose to do outside of that is up to you!
Since this week already had two fights, your choices will be a bit more limited.
[Choose two]
Personal activities:
[ ]Look into Shattered Heart's repairs
[ ]Research general area and time period
[ ]Freshen up on Personal combat training
Social activities:
[ ]Spend Time with Chiyo
[ ]Spend time with Bunsagi
[ ]Spend time with David
[ ]Spend time with Haru
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Elizavet-Wilhelm von Starhelder sat somewhat uncomfortable in the Ando families living room.
Across from her was David and his wife (Haru Ando he'd hurriedly introduced) who'd insisted on sending Chiyo to her room after a stern lecture about breaking and entering.
Haru herself was (aside from her grey eyes and pitch black hair) a near perfect mirror of her daughter aside from her height and a few barley noticeable age lines.
Her and her husband had breifly left the room to have a hushed conversation, shared a look before she spoke up.
"Alright we believe you."
'You mean you believe me. Your husband and child were already eating out of my hand.' Elizavet cynically bit back in her own head.
"So it's decided! Welcome to the Ando home for the foreseeable future!" David declared in a somewhat false cheerful tone, clearly trying and failing to break the tension.
"But some ground rules!" His wife quickly cut in. "So first things first, so the neighbors don't talk we'll need a cover story, how old are you?"
'That's... actually a good question....' The red eyed woman contemplated.
She'd signed up at the nearest recruitment center when she looked of age enough for the man at the counter but she didn't actually know. She'd never bothered keeping track of it on the streets, the days tended to blend together...
'Hmm, if we assume phenomenonal luck and I actually was 18 when I said I was... hmm'
She was a prodigy who's officer nomination came after only a year of official service. After that she'd married Wilhelm within another year. Then she'd used her new clout to social climb for a year before deciding she wanted all the way to the top and spent five years building alliances and laying the ground wirk for her Coup. Once the Coup began it triggered a civil war which lasted two years the second of said years the brat who beat her came onto the scene and did the thing so...
"28" 'give or take a few years'
Haru nodded "Alright, we can tell people your a college student studying a broad for bit. Now, if your going to be staying here, no more encouraging misbehavior from our daughter! She's already picked up a tardy streak at school, there's no need to add more serious crimes on top of that!"
"Understood." Elizavet nodded.
"And you'll be expected to pitch in with chores around the house!"
"That seems fair."
She crossed her arms.
"Good, now it's late so you should probably go to bed. Chiyo has volunteered her closet and it's bug enough that I don't see a problem with that, any complaints?"
Elizavet shook her head and went into Chiyo's room.
"I'm REALLY sorry my papa caught us and he and Mama found out about you! Normally I'm so good at keeping secrets!" Chiyo apologized profusely with her head bowed.
"She really is...kinda." Bunsagi weakly defended her.
"It's fine, really this was more carelessness of my front than anything else."
Once the younger girl had calmed down a bit Elizavet spoke again
"What's most unfortunate about today is how the damage my machine sustained means it won't be able to assist in combat for a while."
"It's alright! We shouldn't need to fight again for a while!" She exclaimed chipperly making Elizavet raise and eyebrow
"And why's that? So far they've attacked two days in a row"
It was then that Bunsagi chimed in again.
"That was likely an outlier based on them wanting to look into you as a new unknown variable. Generally speaking they usually only make a move about once a week."
'That...seems deeply tactically stupid.'
"Well that's good to know I suppose."
"Yep!"
And so they prepared for bed.
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And now for a new aspect of the quest!
Generally speaking. A monster of the week will attack just about every week and what you choose to do outside of that is up to you!
Since this week already had two fights, your choices will be a bit more limited.
[Choose two]
Personal activities:
[ ]Look into Shattered Heart's repairs
[ ]Research general area and time period
[ ]Freshen up on Personal combat training
Social activities:
[ ]Spend Time with Chiyo
[ ]Spend time with Bunsagi
[ ]Spend time with David
[ ]Spend time with Haru
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[X]Look into Shattered Heart's repairs
How are we supposed to get around town safely without multiple inch armored chassis between us and potential snipers!
[X]Spend time with Haru
She's onto us! We need to observe her closely to see what scheme she has in mind to remove us from the house, so we can turn it around on her!
How are we supposed to get around town safely without multiple inch armored chassis between us and potential snipers!
[X]Spend time with Haru
She's onto us! We need to observe her closely to see what scheme she has in mind to remove us from the house, so we can turn it around on her!
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Research general area and time period
[X]Freshen up on Personal combat training
[X]Spend time with Haru
[X]Freshen up on Personal combat training
[X]Spend time with Haru
None-canon Omake: flashback
So, I've seen many ideas being thrown around about Elizavet's personality and what she did in her past. Tragic villains, in my personal opinion, are an oversaturated species and rather boring. By looking at what has been established backstory wise, we can be confident that she is a deceiver of the highest measurable order, using every possible method to get out of actually not very special past (seriously in most villains backstories, it's almost like the universe conspired all together to f them over in the most personal and impossible ways, so having such a bad but at the same time mundane and universal backstory of general poverty is a breath of fresh air). She's also murdered in cold blood a lot of innocent people, so if there is going to be a redemption, it is going to be by Elizavet realising she messed up by her own actions. No generic talk-no-jutsu here to redeem her, as in my reading of the story so far, she has already heard all those generic appeal to emotion speeches before, and she is not standing around to hear more of the same.
Therefore heres an Omake that has potential canonicity(will fix any details to comply with authors potential worldbuilding).
Let us be an actual villain. Let us be scum. Let us be a liar. Let us be evil. Let us be LEGENDARY.
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Death of Honor
Elizavet-Wilhelm von Starhelder was a quiet women most of the time. Oh sure she can turn up the volume when interacting with her shit for brains contemporaries. Few rousing speeches about glory here, few passionate and tearful proclamations about the imminent defeat of the enemy here and there, and finally drinking to the health of their oh so honorable queen to wrap it all up. Seriously screw the queen and her all damn family, well some of them in different ways. If her plan works she may be able to, let's just say, trade up for the newest and shiniest toy on the block.
For now though, she was in the sanctity of her private office, a victory she had to fight tooth and nail for. Why in the Heavens name did the Department of Defense believe that a commander sharing bunk beds in a freakin coed dorm room was a good idea was anyone's(read: only her) guess, but she managed to convince some jumped up bureaucrat that she needed her... own personal space. Bit of shame he backed down so quickly though, apparently it only takes a wink and a sway of the hips to convince men to do anything these days.
To be perfectly fair to the idiots in high command, not having a private office would have probably prevented her from committing most of her plans, as her puppy like lancemates under her contr- command would have most likely stumbled into her plotting by complete accident by now. She did not want to deal with that potential problem anytime soon.
As she looked over her fellow officers reports and read the updating sitrep from CIC, Elizavet allowed herself to smile a true happy smile. It seemed that her belov-bleh husband Wilhelm and his squad lance, were in a secretly awful predicament. Apparently high command fucked up, what a surprise, and needed urgent reinforcements to a sector with vital resources. Just by looking at the developing clusterfuck, Elizavet could tell that Wilhelms lance dropping in and coordinating a flanking action with the lances already in the sector would be enough to win the day, and get the idiot a a medal or two for bravery or some trash like that.
However, what if that didn't happen. What if she sent a message to a message to her absolute favorite idiotic general, explaining that the boys in the sector needed the rest urgently, as her heroic husband could take care of the enemy with his lance. No need to prolong the mens dreary situation any further, is there? There is also no need to tell the good general to actually rotate in fresh units to hold the line while Wilhelm and his lance flank. Surely such a common piece of common sense does not need to be said...... SNNNNRRT. What the hell, he'll be useful in the upcoming civil war as the highest rank official on the other side if there's anything I can say about it. I can say a whole lot.
In any case, if General Idiot does suddenly develop a sense of actual sense, well thats why one has minions. It is honestly surprising how much potential blackmail material one could get by randomly bumping into staff officers, but it is certainly not unappreciated. Lets see here... ah Minion #22 In My Plan to Take Over The Government is the good generals communication officer! Hmm.... the table of random equipment breakdown would definitely help here. Rolling, rolling, rolling... 777. Heh... jackpot.
Elizavet quickly sends a coded untraceable message to Minion #22, telling him to schedule the CIC's monthly poker session a bit earlier than usual. With the special caveat of rare parts being accepted as well. Parts like a special component of the communications array that has to be requested from high command, and can't be found and installed on the fly. With such a rare part up for grabs, well, a soldier being payed standard wage vs. the forces of the free market looking for unique parts such as these... it's not even a fight. As for Minion #22? Eh better get rid of him now before he potentially squeals. Assigning him to overlook the piloting of some new and improved mining mechs in a certain asteroid station would certainly fix the problem. Or the classic falling down an electrical shaft. Both work.
Now, even though her cutie widdle knig-BLAAAAAARRRRFFFFF. Why did she agree to that idiots suggestion to give each other COUPLES NAMES. Anyways even though Wilhelm is an honor bound buffon of the highest order, he is a fine pilot of mech, and an above average lance commander. He would probably end up doing some absolute bullshit even when confronted with a larger enemy that is not distracted on another flank. So Elizavert would have to get creative.
Elizavert pulls out her communicuter and sends a voicemail to her husband. "My darling knight, how amazing to contact you once again. Alas, I bring grim tidings from the war front. The brave boys in Sector Beta Indigo Tango Charlie Hotel-21 are in grave threat. Rumors from the grapevine has filtered down, where I, a simple city girl, have heard that the great general in charge of the CIC will put you, yes YOU, in charge of the relief effort. I am just giving you a heads up, as I will not be able contact you again for a while, as will be busy with my own lances affairs. But my beloved, do hurry back from trouncing the enemies posterior in as expedient manner as possible. I... have some good news to share with you once you arrive at our abode. It is the news we have possibly awaited for a while, and tried to get many times over. Come home as quickly as possible... so we may celebrate the news together in joyous harmony. AND SENT.
Time to wrap up the few loose ends that still remain. Open up Borneo and order an overnight delivery of that rare directors edition of that silly movie with the wizards and the halflings. Can't have people believe that the idiot, did THAT to her. Next, establish her lances alibi for the night. A celebratory night of drinking, with rounds on her, would certainly throw off all suspicion. After all, it was time to celebrate!
Oh, almost forgot the tear causing tear drops. Can't look too happy in the morning once news of her husbands heroic death gets back. Shoot, going to be hard to balance sexy and respectful to the departed in mourning clothes, but she'll manage somehow. But oh the funeral to come, a privileged prissy noble first born son, decorated and successful in life, and a hero in death. That funeral will be FULL of targets and opportunities, people to tear down from their money, .....power, ..........influence-Stop, can't get envious now, there's time for that later. Hell, maybe that Prince will arrive to give his condolences. Maybe he has a thing for certain young, soon to be wealthy, soon to be influential, army badass, and hot widows.
After all, she can't keep herself in this simple lance commander role for much longer. That would be stagnancy. Stagnancy may as well be backsliding.
Elizavert will NEVER BACKSLIDE. She can not go back. No no no no no no. No more hunger pains, no more dirty water, no more diseases, no more pickpocketing peoples pocket watches, and no more hiding in the cracks in the walls while the bad men go away.
Elizavet-Wilhelm Starhelder has one simple mantra in regards to her old life.
NEVER AGAIN.
Therefore heres an Omake that has potential canonicity(will fix any details to comply with authors potential worldbuilding).
Let us be an actual villain. Let us be scum. Let us be a liar. Let us be evil. Let us be LEGENDARY.
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Death of Honor
Elizavet-Wilhelm von Starhelder was a quiet women most of the time. Oh sure she can turn up the volume when interacting with her shit for brains contemporaries. Few rousing speeches about glory here, few passionate and tearful proclamations about the imminent defeat of the enemy here and there, and finally drinking to the health of their oh so honorable queen to wrap it all up. Seriously screw the queen and her all damn family, well some of them in different ways. If her plan works she may be able to, let's just say, trade up for the newest and shiniest toy on the block.
For now though, she was in the sanctity of her private office, a victory she had to fight tooth and nail for. Why in the Heavens name did the Department of Defense believe that a commander sharing bunk beds in a freakin coed dorm room was a good idea was anyone's(read: only her) guess, but she managed to convince some jumped up bureaucrat that she needed her... own personal space. Bit of shame he backed down so quickly though, apparently it only takes a wink and a sway of the hips to convince men to do anything these days.
To be perfectly fair to the idiots in high command, not having a private office would have probably prevented her from committing most of her plans, as her puppy like lancemates under her contr- command would have most likely stumbled into her plotting by complete accident by now. She did not want to deal with that potential problem anytime soon.
As she looked over her fellow officers reports and read the updating sitrep from CIC, Elizavet allowed herself to smile a true happy smile. It seemed that her belov-bleh husband Wilhelm and his squad lance, were in a secretly awful predicament. Apparently high command fucked up, what a surprise, and needed urgent reinforcements to a sector with vital resources. Just by looking at the developing clusterfuck, Elizavet could tell that Wilhelms lance dropping in and coordinating a flanking action with the lances already in the sector would be enough to win the day, and get the idiot a a medal or two for bravery or some trash like that.
However, what if that didn't happen. What if she sent a message to a message to her absolute favorite idiotic general, explaining that the boys in the sector needed the rest urgently, as her heroic husband could take care of the enemy with his lance. No need to prolong the mens dreary situation any further, is there? There is also no need to tell the good general to actually rotate in fresh units to hold the line while Wilhelm and his lance flank. Surely such a common piece of common sense does not need to be said...... SNNNNRRT. What the hell, he'll be useful in the upcoming civil war as the highest rank official on the other side if there's anything I can say about it. I can say a whole lot.
In any case, if General Idiot does suddenly develop a sense of actual sense, well thats why one has minions. It is honestly surprising how much potential blackmail material one could get by randomly bumping into staff officers, but it is certainly not unappreciated. Lets see here... ah Minion #22 In My Plan to Take Over The Government is the good generals communication officer! Hmm.... the table of random equipment breakdown would definitely help here. Rolling, rolling, rolling... 777. Heh... jackpot.
Elizavet quickly sends a coded untraceable message to Minion #22, telling him to schedule the CIC's monthly poker session a bit earlier than usual. With the special caveat of rare parts being accepted as well. Parts like a special component of the communications array that has to be requested from high command, and can't be found and installed on the fly. With such a rare part up for grabs, well, a soldier being payed standard wage vs. the forces of the free market looking for unique parts such as these... it's not even a fight. As for Minion #22? Eh better get rid of him now before he potentially squeals. Assigning him to overlook the piloting of some new and improved mining mechs in a certain asteroid station would certainly fix the problem. Or the classic falling down an electrical shaft. Both work.
Now, even though her cutie widdle knig-BLAAAAAARRRRFFFFF. Why did she agree to that idiots suggestion to give each other COUPLES NAMES. Anyways even though Wilhelm is an honor bound buffon of the highest order, he is a fine pilot of mech, and an above average lance commander. He would probably end up doing some absolute bullshit even when confronted with a larger enemy that is not distracted on another flank. So Elizavert would have to get creative.
Elizavert pulls out her communicuter and sends a voicemail to her husband. "My darling knight, how amazing to contact you once again. Alas, I bring grim tidings from the war front. The brave boys in Sector Beta Indigo Tango Charlie Hotel-21 are in grave threat. Rumors from the grapevine has filtered down, where I, a simple city girl, have heard that the great general in charge of the CIC will put you, yes YOU, in charge of the relief effort. I am just giving you a heads up, as I will not be able contact you again for a while, as will be busy with my own lances affairs. But my beloved, do hurry back from trouncing the enemies posterior in as expedient manner as possible. I... have some good news to share with you once you arrive at our abode. It is the news we have possibly awaited for a while, and tried to get many times over. Come home as quickly as possible... so we may celebrate the news together in joyous harmony. AND SENT.
Time to wrap up the few loose ends that still remain. Open up Borneo and order an overnight delivery of that rare directors edition of that silly movie with the wizards and the halflings. Can't have people believe that the idiot, did THAT to her. Next, establish her lances alibi for the night. A celebratory night of drinking, with rounds on her, would certainly throw off all suspicion. After all, it was time to celebrate!
Oh, almost forgot the tear causing tear drops. Can't look too happy in the morning once news of her husbands heroic death gets back. Shoot, going to be hard to balance sexy and respectful to the departed in mourning clothes, but she'll manage somehow. But oh the funeral to come, a privileged prissy noble first born son, decorated and successful in life, and a hero in death. That funeral will be FULL of targets and opportunities, people to tear down from their money, .....power, ..........influence-Stop, can't get envious now, there's time for that later. Hell, maybe that Prince will arrive to give his condolences. Maybe he has a thing for certain young, soon to be wealthy, soon to be influential, army badass, and hot widows.
After all, she can't keep herself in this simple lance commander role for much longer. That would be stagnancy. Stagnancy may as well be backsliding.
Elizavert will NEVER BACKSLIDE. She can not go back. No no no no no no. No more hunger pains, no more dirty water, no more diseases, no more pickpocketing peoples pocket watches, and no more hiding in the cracks in the walls while the bad men go away.
Elizavet-Wilhelm Starhelder has one simple mantra in regards to her old life.
NEVER AGAIN.
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What is this sites policy on editing posts? I posted an omake, noticed a small error, edited, and now it says it needs mod approval?
That's a first.
It's odd, as I believe that the omake was the first actual post on the site. I am semi-active as a lurker on sb, and there you can edit your posts all you want, and I believed it to be same here. I posted it, it went through, and a minute later I noticed a tiny grammatical error. Edit, change in less than a minute, needs mod approval?
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Well that's weird. I'm pretty sure I edited something or other earlier today no problem.
Well let's see what happens. I've opened this to edit, and I'm going to give it two minutes while I drone on a bit before I save. And done.
Not having any problems on my end. @sal_man7 Are you perhaps viewing the sight through a particular browser or search engine?
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Like, I don't think its due to me breaking the rules? Cause those stay up, but you can't like them and they have what the poster did wrong. Am I correct?
Did this work?
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You would have gotten a staff notice on the post if you broke the rules.
No staff notice, and I just edited my previous post... so apparently 1200 word omakes are a problem I guess?
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Honestly, I'm not even seeing said omake in your list of content. Is it possible you mis clicked and and hit delete instead of edit?
Its still in this thread. With the words "This message is awaiting moderator approval, and is invisible to normal visitors." I didn't delete it, just edited it. Which is a huge downer as I spent hours making it fit Elizavert as close as possible, while making the setting as canon compliant as possible due to me wanting it to be actual canon if the author wishes to.