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Caster-Queen Olympias-Mother to Iskandar The Great ([personal profile] macedonianmom) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2015-11-23 04:47 pm

Fate/OC -Caster (Queen Olympia) voice testing and...other things.

...I see, so not satisfied with your own artwork you resorted to creating images of my likeness with these "character generator" devices you've found.

If I'm truly honest, I think you shouldn't have bothered. Though this one is perhaps the nicest you've managed to create so far. And whilst we're on the subject of me perhaps you should actually attempt to finish reading the chronicles of my son..

I know he doesn't approve of such things when he now is seemingly flesh but if you're going to attempt to flesh my character out further then perhaps it'd do you well to gain a better understanding of Iskandar's very own mother, would it not?


Perhaps it'd serve you well to find me a suitable Master also, I cannot win the Holy Grail on my mana alone.
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I LOVE THIS!! SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM!! /FLAILS

[personal profile] ranthatbitchover 2015-11-24 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hates to admit it, and he looks at her for a good long while before he finally manages a reply.]

The look suits you, mother...

[He wants to hate her more than he actually does. It's so much easier to ignore her existence when she's not in his field of vision. But, she's his mother, and in his formative years she was present when his father was too busy with his drinking to bother with Iskandar.]

[He loves her. And he hates himself for it.]
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BUT I LOVE IT!! She's so prettyyyyyyy!!

[personal profile] ranthatbitchover 2015-11-24 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Iskandar doesn't exactly adhere to that logic. He'd walk around in his armor all day long if Saft let him.]

You still seek an alliance with me, mother? You know that alliances in the Grail War don't work. Not in the end.

There can be only one victor.
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[personal profile] ranthatbitchover 2015-11-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
I've never been certain what you want, mother. What you say and what are true can be two totally different things.

[He does tense though, at her question.]

What reason would I have for keeping anything from you, mother?
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[personal profile] ranthatbitchover 2015-11-25 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
As if I had no reason at all to be wary of information shared with you...

[He hasn't forgotten her reaction to him marrying Roxana. If he had lived to see his son poisoned, he wouldn't have been surprised if she had been behind the act.]

Well, my scribe is always available - it may at times take her longer to respond but she gets to it at some point. She recalls discussing the skeleton of the idea, and already has plot points bubbling to life in this head of hers.

But I warn you mother, come what may, whatever they have planned and decide to advance with, I will not stand for you threatening what I treasure. I have gone through a great deal of time and trouble to keep what I've gained.

...You know as well as I that conquerors do not take kindly to being robbed.
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[personal profile] ranthatbitchover 2015-11-25 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Very well, mine will likely speak with yours soon enough.

[He tenses though, not enjoying the 'dated little fantasies' remark.]

[He seems to recall more than one occasion when he seized her by the throat...remembering her keen ability to know just what buttons of his to press.]


Mother...mind your tongue. Conquerors do not have 'dated little fantasies'. Everything we desire, we desire with everything we have.
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[personal profile] ranthatbitchover 2015-11-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He accepts her touch, he doesn't flinch away. Rider listens carefully to her words and he's with her...right until that last bit.]

[She may try to continue moving, but he moves to seize her wrist, and none are faster than Rider. He glares at her, his eyes almost glowing red as he looks to her.]


Mother. Make no mistake. Try as you might to take what I desire, I will follow the trail of Orpheus through Tartarus to get it back, if I must.

Cross me mother, and you are my enemy. Be my enemy, and I will show you no mercy.