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CMO/OC VOICETEST FOR EGLANTINE ROSEMOND

A voicetesty CMO for Eglantine Rosemond! plurk dot com i am so sleepy today ouy all saw my initial duo of plurks you know what its deal is. i will expand this eventually when i am no longer under curse of didnt sleep properly on a work night

This is a gen CMO but as usual, I'm happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants or w/e. Cliffnotes for those purposes are below!

EGLANTINE IS...

An AFAB, female-presenting human in her early/mid 20s. Genderless, uses she/it pronouns. It purposely cultivates an attractive, highly ornate and harmless appearance; layers of frills, soft pinks, gold ornamentation, etc. Its eyes are pink as is its long, wavy hair. For additional visuals, these two images provide a good idea of what she is wearing at any given time and Eglantine's PB is Minami Kotobuki from Oshi no Ko.
On All Levels Except Physical, It Is A Sword. Eglantine was raised to be the personal weapon/assassin of a powerful person in the Chantphare Empire. Eglantine does not conceptualize of herself as a human, but a living sword; a weapon to be wielded by an owner to kill enemies.
Brusque without being unfriendly; generally, she comes across as reasonably friendly and unassuming, if a little blunt and overly direct.
Confident and collected to the point of being overly prideful
Immediately and murderously devoted to her owner but just as quick to switch allegiances if her ownership changes hands
Solely truly loyal & devoted to her 'creator', the person who 'forged' it.
Exceptionally skilled in swordplay, as you might expect. It fights to kill. It carries an ornate sword by the same name as Eglantine that she refers to in the first person ("I, my, me") when discussing and generally treats as an extension of herself.
A magic user. Its magic is extremely powerful but has limited utility; Eglantine can heal most any injury to its body up to and including dismemberment. The more critical the injury, the longer it's out of commission after healing.
A BIG fan of killing and violence <3
most horrifying of all: (fantasy) french

EGLANTINE IS NOT...

A senseless berserker, violent on a hair trigger, etc — it genuinely enjoys fighting and killing but she's also not interested in senselessly killing for killing's sake unless the benefits outweigh the potential consequences
Afraid of pain or death in any meaningful way
Unintelligent, book dumb, etc — it was specifically forged to be disarming and unassuming and most people will generally be able to hold a pleasant conversation with it

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Name: Eglantine Rosemond | Champion Imperial Blade
Age: 23 | Species: Human-passing | Occupation: Sword of the Empire of Chantphare
Likes: Red meat, classical music, her creator
Dislikes: Rain, hard bread, iron oxide
Traits: Refined, elegant, sharp
Trivia: Its hobbies include flower pressing, collecting wax seals and hunting.

[It's been easy, perhaps surprisingly so, for Arianna to accept Eglantine as a "sword," even if she doesn't really understand it and probably never will unless Eglantine suddenly decides to infodump on her (she doesn't have a big info post to read and she doesn't want to ask rude and likely offensive questions). As it turns out, though, this mental association isn't quite symmetric, and occasionally she trips over her words when she realizes in mid-sentence that her phrasing is about to accidentally include or exclude Eglantine inappropriately.]

...so I believe it would be best to take all the weapons to one of the locker rooms and secure them.

[This is the first time in weeks that she's been too late to stop herself from saying the thing, instead realizing what she's just implied immediately after implying it.]

Or rather--I--

[It wasn't unusual for Connor to encounter situations like this; through no fault of his own he was saddled with the filth a group of crazy noblemen managed to siphon off the corpse of a rotting god which had lead him to a rather...........

difficult existence, now.

So it makes sense people would want him eradicated. He gets it! He stopped being a human to everyone the moment he became a little difficult for everyone to accommodate (read: bouts of insane hunger) and instead is now a monster that needs eradicating. He used to always see marks like this in the odd tavern or hunter's guild...not that he'd know much about it, given he'd been a humble fisherman. But either way, he isn't surprised when people come rocking looking to off him.

What does surprise him is...]

Uh, little miss? [He's scratching his cheek sheepishly, in the way an older guy might do when a much-too-young person says they want to marry them when they grow up.] Wanna run that by me again?

[He was a normal ass guy, you can't expect him to understand someone so cute could actually be very dangerous.]

[Noah and Eglantine have no profound or dramatic bond. Mostly, Noah just finds her really interesting! So, he sometimes swings by to chat about philosophy, or try and fail to learn how to swordfight (he has never come close to beating her, even once).

The place: An out of the way plaza that Eglantine has been using to relax (if swords need that). Here Noah comes again, bringing his training sword with him just in case she gets bored.]

Eglantine Rosemond! How's my favorite sword doing?

[ soon, Eglantine – the sword that he has never once thought of by that name – will no longer be a fixture of his tower. it's something he's caught himself thinking about often in the past few weeks, as time ticks down towards its departure. he isn't bothered because of any emotional attachment, of course, but—it's annoying. a blade he has spent more than a decade forging with the utmost care, honed its sharp edges, decorated its hilt with a delicate and artistic guard... all that time and effort, and she's simply to be handed off to some war hero or noble supporter of the Emperor. (he didn't care to listen when he was first told who his masterpiece would be given to; he hasn't bothered to ask since then.)

perhaps he should think of it as being for the better. the longer he spends with it, the more he risks growing attached, regardless of how much he might try to avoid it. already the tower will be different in her absence: it will descend into stillness and silence once more, a coffin that houses a living body.

there really isn't much time remaining, now. today was the sword's first inspection, a meeting to demonstrate its worth and skill to the Emperor before it can be handed off to its new owner. the mage had declined to attend, but he's here now to meet Eglantine outside of the city walls and bring it back to—he could hardly call it home. the forge? his workshop? either way, there's no way up to the floating tower without his magic, which means he has to collect her himself. ]

Was the Emperor pleased?

[ he doesn't seem to particularly care about the answer; he sounds exasperated, if anything. it's never been a secret from Eglantine that his relationship with the Imperial Family is not one of choice, nor does he have any respect for them. ]

[ Arianna has been one of the most agreeable people here — not quite fit to be a wielder and Eglantine suspects she would balk at the idea even if offered. Still, she's the closest thing to a noble this place has and failing any other qualifying factors in the others, it's gravitated towards taking... not orders but suggestions from Arianna over anyone else as to how it should be behaving.

Which is a very long winded leadup to the fact that the second Arianna says that, Eglantine begins casually rising out of her seat with no apparent ruffles as to this arrangement. ]

It would be wise, after Miss Ayaka reached her breaking point last week.

[ Ayaka Kamimochi killed. so many people. ]

Am I to be provided food during my confinement?

[ When the Empire has need to cut something down, it only follows suit that their finest sword would do it. She has no idea who he is, what he's done or why he has to be put down but of course she doesn't - a sword doesn't need to know why it's cutting any of the things it's put to.

So it won't ask questions. It will focus on cutting. ]

I've been sent to claim your head. Or whatever part of you remains once you die. [ Then with a quick smile, in the manner of a child remembering to say 'please': ] Sir.

[ Layered in frills and fine fabrics as she is, there's no way for him to see what she really is, so it seems prudent to warn him before she goes on the attack. A one sided fight is no good at all. ]

[ Being dropped into this place and left utterly directionless as to what orders to pursue has been... an interesting experience for Eglantine. On the one hand, it's provided a good lesson in adaptability and reinforcing lessons in going with the flow, allowing itself to be passive and agreeable until it learns how this place works. It's remained sheathed for the time being but Eglantine certainly isn't stupid enough to imagine that might last forever.

This place has been tolerable, though. And there's been all manner of interesting flowers to catalogue, if nothing else. She's making a few notes in the little journal she's been pressing her flowers into when Noah approaches and she regards him with a bemused smile. ]

The same as I am at any other time. Has something come up?

[ which is eglantine's way of saying 'fine, and you?' for everyone playing along at home. ]

[ Eglantine has known since she was little more than raw materials what she was meant for. Every year under the forge's hammer, beating the metal into shape and scraping it to precision has been little more than preparation for its actual duty — or rather, in preparation for this single day. More than a decade of work for the sake of a single day and the chance to prove herself to the man who had commissioned her creation to begin with. If she failed to live up to his expectations then what? Her component parts are beyond recovery now. There would be no way to start over. Would she have been left in the tower to gather dust, unable to see to her duties? That might not be so bad, it it came about.

But it's with a smile that Eglantine meets him — and blood all over her hands, all up and down the elegant dress she'd been decorated in before being sent out to introduce herself to the Emperor. And by way of explanation, all she says is: ] He was pleased.

[ That isn't quite right. Afraid is more like it — it'd seen his expression when he'd called it off from the so-called spar and it'd looked up from the limp and unresponsive captain of the guard, fingers fisted in his hair to expose his throat and seen some uncertainty there, too. As to whether it was obedient and controlled enough to obey an order not to kill.

With some disappointment, it had. ]

You should praise me for my hard-won victory.

[~~Akaya, the Butcher of the PSLs and Meme Threads...~~

Aaaaand now here they are and she has to deal with what she said.]

Ah! My apologies, Ser Eglantine, but I misspoke. I meant--[what was the word she came up with last time]--the inanimate weapons. While you are certainly no less dangerous, I don't believe we could secure you in the locker room in any meaningful way,

[There. That clarifies her intent, explains why Eglantine is excluded without being disrespectful, and doesn't include any unnecessary comments that would lead to four weeks of jokes at Arianna's expense.

Wait. That's not a period, it's a comma. Oh no.]

short of tying you up or similar.

Something has!

[ Noah swoons dramatically, pirouetting in place before leaning against the side of a gazebo as if fighting to stay conscious. ]

I've been afflicted by a terrible disease! Its name... is boredom. The truth is, I'm actually a mysterious organism that dies if it doesn't get enough mental enrichment, so I could perish at any moment.

[Huh, yeah. That is what it said.

Well, consider Connor stumped. He's had plenty of big burly dudes show up to demand his head, but this is completely different. He doesn't really want to offend here but he can't say he's threatened...and this has nothing to do with whatever supernatural abilities he himself possesses, even if he were a normal ass guy he'd feel the same. Connor's an NPC.]

I see. Uh, well...

[He gives a relaxed shrug.]

I surrender...?

[His tone rises at the end in a questioning way. Even he's not sure if that'll work.]

[ A thoughtful hum, as Eglatine mulls the idea over in the absolute dead silence that follows Arianna's words. ]

If you think it necessary, I wouldn't be opposed.

[ Erina Estival, Champion Sword Stan opens her mouth. Yuuri Wakasa, Champion Catherder, wisely covers it before she can speak. ]

I would need to be restrained quite thoroughly for it to be much use. Is there a way to prevent me from using my hands during my confinement?

[ Erina appears to be turning purple. ]

You... surrender? Just like that?

[ It blinks at him a few times. Glances from side to side, as if she's trying to see if this is a prank and someone's laying in wait. Its polite smile creases a little as her brow furrows and her smile takes on a look of confusion and disappointment both at once. ]

Without even putting up a fight?

[ It would certainly resolve things that bit quicker but it can't say it's not disappointed. ]

That sounds inconvenient. Would you die in your sleep if your dreams weren't entertaining enough?

[ She adds a few more lines to her notes. Annoyingly, she has very good handwriting even when she's not even looking at what she's doing. ]

Or it is like food? You can stockpile enough that it keeps you going even without actively taking in new stimuli.

[ It could also, of course, argue that this is not to be taken seriously but Eglantine has seen Noah eat sawdust so the inner machinations of his anatomy are a mystery to her. ]

Uh, well, y'know...I was kind of hoping we could do the whole "coming without a fight" thing...

[Frankly, if it were capable of killing his ass that'd probably be for the best, but he seriously doubts it. His hands are shoved into the pockets of trousers that look so dishevelled "well worn" would be beyond a joke to describe them.]

I mean, are you super married to the idea of killing me? You can just cut off my finger or something and say you did.

[ Eating sawdust is normal for seekers!! Okay it's not that normal. It's very low energy efficiency, and doesn't taste very good. That was a learning experience. ]

Yes, that's exactly it! Every fall, I have to go on a series of wild adventures so that I can hibernate through the winter. Why do you think I'm learning how to swordfight? [ "Learning how to swordfight" is a very generous description of what he's been doing. ]

[ With a pleasant and sympathetic smile: ]

Because you're not very good at it, was my assumption.

[ DID SHE REALLY HAVE TO KILL HIM LIKE THAT??? ]

[ Spoken so fast that she cuts off the end of his sentence: ] Yes. Those are my orders.

[ Not that she looks particularly torn up about it... if anything, her smile and the look in her eyes is the sort of a person anticipating a particularly enjoyable task. Definitely not the grim determination of someone sent to collect a bounty. ]

I will kill you regardless of if you resist, of course. But it would be more enjoyable if you were inclined to fight back.

...

[Connor sighs.

It's the gesture of someone who's had this exact same scenario occur a lot. A task you're told to repeat, one you don't particularly enjoy, but you resign yourself to the fact it's unavoidable.

His hands find their way out of his pocket, so he can point at her.]

Fine. I guess I don't have any other choice.

[RUNS AWAY.]

[ Noah plops down on the bench behind Eglantine, as if they're cold war spies trying to discreetly trade code words. ]

It's not my fault! I've never seen anything in the Spiral that can use a sword. It's all claws and teeth and caustic gas clouds. If someone came at me with a sword, I have a much better counterplay, called running away.

Which only works so long as you're fast and sharp on your feet.

[ Admittedly, Noah is pretty speedy. Running away would probably do him well in nine out of ten deadly scenarios. It's just that pesky number ten that's the real killer. In more ways than one. ]

But supposing that's the case, even mediocre swordplay would give you an advantage. Your opponent would be too taken back to know precisely how to counter you. A strategy relying on blind confusion does have its benefits.

. . . Hm.

[ Eglantine doesn't quite exactly think the words 'hold on a fucking second', but whatever feeling that passes over it as it watches him bolt is probably roughly equivalent. He'd been so ready to roll over and show it his belly that it hadn't anticipated he might actually try and run.

A smile tugs up the corners of its mouth. Maybe this won't be so boring after all.

It gives him a headstart. Ten full seconds of watching his back retreat. Then she draws her steel self and breaks into a full on sprint right after him. ]

[He tosses a look over his shoulder, hopeful that maybe she will just let him g-crap, she's chasing him. She's even got her weapon out too.

Why couldn't it just be one of the nice ones?]

I know I always said I'd like someone cute to pursue me one day but this isn't exactly what I had in mind...

[Okay, okay. Gotta lose it somehow.

For now, he's gonna just duck into the nearby forest; the woods are densely packed so he's hoping to lose it and then make a break for it.]

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