[pc] don quixote

[physalia]

marimo please i need a shitpost i'm on the threshhold of hell

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[laestrella]

Doth it bother thee, the judgement that comes from thy name?

[ They are words that befit someone of her bearing and composure; Don Quixote had never been ruffled by conceit regardless]

[physalia]

Names are like seafoam. They can fade away easily enough. It's hardly a bother to me.

Besides, a great deal of it is true.

[laestrella]

[Oh]

For thine family or for thee directly?

[physalia]

Both.

[She doubts that Don Quixote will be very phased by that, though. It'd take more to unseat the woman who so quickly and boldly called her noble.]

The truth becomes twisted easily through rumor...but sometimes a little shade can help a plant grow stronger.

[laestrella]

[A little shade, huh?]

Forsooth, the best of heroes often work in the shadows.

[physalia]

Like some of your heroes? [She redirects again, crouching down to get a closer look at Don's fridge-worthy fanart.]

[laestrella]

[Don Quixote is easily redirected by her Most Favourite Topic Ever]

Yes!! Some work under the bright rays of the sun, and yet, there are places they may not tread. Thus, the Fixers who venture into the dark to take on burdens others may not are just as respectable and awe-inspiring.

[Cute little figures. One is a lady? dressed in purple. The Purple Tear is written next to that drawing in bold.]

[physalia]

[Well, then, that makes two purple ladies… and perhaps even two of them who have something to do with tears.]

Light shines brightest in the dark, hm? Even in the most impenetrable shadows, a soft light can still reach, ever so slight. Not like a brilliant star, hm?

[Don might just be that brilliant star.]

I do appreciate this chance to understand you better. Should we make the most of it?

[laestrella]

Indeed.

[ Oh. Yes. Everything had slipped from her mind the moment she began to talk. Funny, that. Don's eyes twinkle even more as she gets up off the ground and holds out a hand]

'Tis a touch strange, I believe, I enjoyed learning what I could from you too.

[Mysterious Purple Lady]

[physalia]

[Is that a hand extended to be shaken? Cantarella takes it gracefully but with the firmness of someone who tries to remain in staunch control of her deals.]

Cantarella Fisalia. What a charming young lady you are.

["Young."]

[laestrella]

I am Don Quixote, 'Don' a signifier of mine nobility and Quixote being my name.

[Call her Don, Donqui, all work. She shakes it back firmly]

Ah, I must correct thee on one thing though. I am some centuries old.

[not young!! Only one person can call her Chiquita]

[physalia]

[That does actually seem to surprise her, given that Cantarella's eyebrows move up towards her hairline. She'll have to get a much more thorough understanding of the badge profiles on those gravesites, if she hadn't planned to already, with everything else going on.

From this day forward, she'll be certain to check almost everything on them and keep her records rather meticulously.]

Hmm, but how youthful would you say your spirit is?

[laestrella]

[ Hmmmmm. actually a good question] Very youthful indeed. No younger than a human's twenties at least!

[physalia]

[Oh, dear, she meant it only as a playful little compliment, but--]

Then you are surely a young lady at heart.

[laestrella]

Of course. 'Tis not in my interests to become as decrepit and unmoving as many Elders hath in their millenia of existence.

[ she will take it seriously!]

[physalia]

[She's taking it seriously, and that's pretty charming.]

Whatever practice you're using, it's certainly worked out it your favor thus far.

[laestrella]

It must be having a dream.

[Surely this makes sense!]