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misfire!

[vinganca]

how do i adopt a cat?

[ she's supposed to be using the search engine, but.. ]

[commandership]

[ it says something about zoya that such a quaint, domestic dilemma is challenging to solve, but — some strategies are universal. ]

You need to have something it wants. Lure it.

[ what goes unsaid is the underlying question of why lisa has chosen to ask her, of any and all people here. ]

[vinganca]

[ wait what. this is not a link for her question!! ]

[ oops. ]

no, i know how to adopt a cat. i meant how do i adopt one here. does the landlord allow it?

[ so many new rules here to get used to. maybe she should have asked the landlord, if there's even a landlord. ]

@solntse

[solmate]

i think it kind of looks like a flower. if you squint.

[ Does Zoya want a picture of Alina's inner thigh against a backdrop of white sheets? It doesn't really matter because she gets one anyway, long and pale aside from a purplish-read love bite sucked into her skin, plain panties peeking just into frame. ]

or maybe a sea shell.

[commandership]

[ there are a number of immediate replies she could give. that waxing poetic makes her nauseous, as tolya well knows; that starkov's choice in undergarments is as much a nightmare as her taste in clothing, plain and unassuming in all of her layers.

alina's fortunate enough to have earned patience from zoya's sharp tongue. and so, after some bemused inspection of alina starkov's proof of her escapades — ]

Your choice in underwear is positively inspired.

[ unfortunately, this is still what patience from zoya's sharp tongue entails. all of that prestige and power and alina starkov opts for virginal panties? disappointing. ]

[solmate]

Oh for Saint's sake.
This is the second time this has happened to me.
That wasn't meant for you.

[ A beat, and then: ]

And what's wrong with my underwear? It's comfortable.

un: dirtyhands; misfire : )

[ketterdamn]

I get why he calls himself the Darkling; Aleksander sounds like it belongs to a petulant child.

But he's been around for what, hundreds of years? Couldn't he have come up with something that didn't scream "villain"?

👏

[commandership]

It sounds like it belongs to petulant child because it does belong to a petulant child.

Generous of you to assume he didn’t want it to “scream villain”, for no other reason than to brag. Powerful men love to play at pretending they’re more dignified than they truly are. If they can fool themselves into believing they’re great in one area, they can ignore how small they are in others.

[ketterdamn]

[ Oh. This is not who he anticipated responding but it's a good answer nonetheless. Warms the petty coals of his heart. ]

I'm assuming his power kept people in line enough they didn't tell him the harsh truth? Sounds like he could've used it.

text. » un: lesombres misfire lol

[underage]

I don't expect much in the way of manners from you, but you left me wanting.
I am not finished with you.

cries

[commandership]

[ how can one text make her feel like she needs to sear her skin off in a fiery bath. ]

Don’t hold your breath.
On second thought, I would be happy to hold it for you.

[ do you want to get choked out, bitch. ]

@volkvolny

[reznikolai]

😂😏🤔🤔😵 😴😵🤠😄

😂😵🥺 😄😳😏 🤠😵😋

[commandership]

I am giving you the benefit of assuming your dog has miraculously learned to message me.

[ no, she's not going to reveal the inordinate amount of time she spent squinting at those little faces and searching for a hidden message among them. mortifying. ]

@wraith (backdated or w/e who cares!!!!!!!)

[wraithes]

[ zoya is greeted with some screenshots of a certain loser talking a lot of shit. ]

I thought you should know he is telling stories that aren't his to tell.

[ what a literal whining loser. and, though something in her is telling her to address zoya properly -- ]

Be careful, General.

[ -- there has to be a reason why zoya didn't claim the title for herself when they last spoke. ]

don't look at this timestamp ok

[commandership]

Just when I had rinsed the taste of vomit from my mouth.

[ thank you, she does not say — but her acknowledgement of this conversation is its own form of gratitude. ]

Is that all that was said?
I've found that, for a cockroach, he's quite talkative.

@solntse, text (futuredated a little)

[solmate]

I need to tell you something but only if you promise to not be obscenely smug about it.

[commandership]

Smugness is for people who are rarely right.

[ aka not her. and even when she is wrong, far be it for zoya nazyalensky to readily admit to it, without a sting to her pride. ]

Come out with it, Starkov.

sankt nikolai day present.

[wraithes]

[ zoya will receive a simply-wrapped package full with little orange cakes wrapped in white paper, sprinkled with sugar. along with these cakes is a folded note, written in suli. followed by the same exact note, written in ravkan: ]

We could not afford much, but my mother found coin to buy sugar every time we stopped in a city.
She always told me that eating one would bring good luck for the next leg of our journey.
Just in case that is true -- here is the recipe.

- Inej.

[ for sankta zoya, for inspiring hope in her that ravka can change for the first time in . . . since inej can form the thoughts to remember. ]

@nina

[corporalki]

[ backdated a wee bit to closer to her arrival. now that she's a little settled, she has to reach out to zoya for so many reasons. ]

So how many people do you have worshiping at your altar here? I'd wager at least twenty.

ignore the extremely late timestamp on this lalala

[commandership]

[ nina. a hot poker of relief sears through zoya's insides. how long ago had she been seated across from nikolai, demanding he ship zenik home as though she had the reign to pass edicts? it isn't ravka, no, but it's ... something. a guarantee that zenik still lives on.

that she won't be a sapling to grow in her garden, lost in remembrance. even then, zoya's fondness is muted thing, a hidden seed within herself, once she recovers from the initial blow of surprise. ]

Sankta Zoya of the Storm is a retired myth, Zenik.
Fortunately, I don't need legends to bend men to their knees.

When did you arrive?

[reznikolai]

Zoya will receive:

- a blue wool coat, exquisitely tailored and embroidered with white flowers
- a leather-bound day planner; select dates are already filled in with "tea with Nikolai"
- a tin of homemade gingerbread cookies

In the card enclosed:

Dear Commander Nazyalensky,

All I can do is try my best and learn to accept that it will never quite be enough. One day at a time, general. Happy Sankt Nikolai's Day.

Earnestly,
Nikolai

@volkvolny

[reznikolai]

Do you ever miss chaining me up at night?

[Today in perfectly normal things to text your general...]

slowly slides a hand over the timestamp

[commandership]

[ hm.

zoya's reply comes after the same minutes of consideration she would afford a particularly grueling puzzle — one she does not, irritatingly, have the threshold of patience to fully solve. naturally, alina's choice to sever contact would imply a relenting of duty, and yet — perhaps she had expected starkov to martyr the final shards of her heart to see to nikolai's burdens, like a saintly image stained into the holy glass of cathedrals.

not the case, then. the pause between them is mostly perfunctory, to give away very little; what could a general with no viable title here possibly provide a king with no throne? they've no need of each other, but here he is, requesting a return to duties that were no longer hers. (deliberately, she does not think the word usurped. usurped from her. certainly tying him up at night is neither a privilege nor a right.) ]

Late night reminiscing?
Or are you so magnanimously offering to let me relive the utter madness of trying to tame your beast each night?

text. » un: shadow

[underage]

Do you often think on the concept of inevitability?

( hi, zoya. )

[commandership]

Feeling philosophical, are we?

[ feel philosophical elsewhere, her fingers nearly bite out, a thousand teeth lining her words on a screen. she hovers, instead. lets herself indulge this conversation, the way she might cup a snake — expecting that, inevitability, it will show its fangs. ]

Candles always burn out.
It's the burning that interests me, not the smoke when it ends.
So no, I don't consider inevitability to be such a pressing thought.