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Steris and Wax: Mistborn Era 2
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Vespyr followed the servant outside the room. A new set of clothes was prepared, simple and clean, with the same tattered, slashed cut to it. Vespyr accepted the new mask. It couldn't tell the colors of any of its clothing, nor the colors of the mask. This one was more simple than the barb-crowned mask that had been given to Vespyr over ten years ago. There were lines of Qhoral etched into it in a pattern that Vespyr couldn't immediately make out by touch, but... it was all perfectly adequate. Vespyr slid on the form-fitting hood, draping it over the shoulders and head, then slid the mask over the black covering. It felt... like a huge weight had lifted off of Vespyr, as if it was no longer walking around naked. The new robes were more solid than the weather-worn ones that had been damaged, and Vespyr was given new shoes. The last pair had been worn away around seven years ago. Vespyr had never needed shoes, but the warmth was unfamiliar and pleasant.
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Vespyr nodded. "With your permission, I will return to my post from this balcony," it requested. After all, this was probably the best location to gather the winds and shoot off back to the spire. To rest and lay down its head here, though... Vespyr had never slept in a bed, not even when ill while being trained. Even a cot within a cell, sheltered from the weather, would bring great peace. It knew better than to request anything more than the base requirements to maintain its function, however. That would be... human.
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Vespyr knelt to the side, respectfully waiting for the Queen's attention. Janice would likely be the first one to be seen to, of course; the Queen had waited patiently for this day. Vespyr tried to clear its mind. Janice was so much like another little girl, from many years ago, screaming almost the exact same thing. She'd had red hair, though, but she'd had the same frantic snot-nosed, vermillion features as Janice did now. Vespyr had done nothing then, too.
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Vespyr followed, like a shadow. @Channelknight Fadran
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Vespyr stood from the deep bow. "I request clothing," Vespyr said quietly, "and if it is still your will, another mask. Travel also greatly depleted the nectar issued to me." Vespyr knew that to speak such a request was necessary, but knew that it couldn't count on the Queen's geniality. It moved and untied Janice, the ribbons falling from the child. Vespyr swayed, exhausted, then took a knee again, waiting for its Majesty's verdict.
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Vespyr waited on @Negative_Null.
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Most of Vespyr was annoyed. It had warned the child. So had the Queen. Both had explicitly told the girl exactly what she could expect if she insisted on resisting. It wasn't Vespyr's fault that this was the child's fate. It had never been a matter of choice for it. And yet... A fragment of Vespyr pitied the brat, who stood like she was about to collapse, face as red as an infant's, as if someone had painted the cheeks with blood, snot and tears draining out every orifice. It was... tragic. Vespyr should not think like this or feel like this. Vespyr should not think. Vespyr should not feel. Much more of a crime, Vespyr should not feel such... guilt.
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Within the hour, Vespyr had deposited Janice, all tied up like a present, onto the Queen's balcony. Vespyr's heart was pounding. It honestly should have spent the night at the spire, but that... that would have been foolish, to waste the Queen's time in the name of self-care. Vespyr dropped to one knee, right hand splayed on the marble flooring, left hand clasped across the chest, head bowed reverently, waiting on the Queen's acknowledgement. @Negative_Null
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Vespyr stood, then checked Janice for weapons brusquely. After a thorough search, Vespyr drained a bottle of nectar wordlessly. It pitied Janice, but it knew that there was no way to convey that to the girl, no facial expression to make, no words to say, no tears to weep. Lips taut in a thin line, Vespyr ensured that Janice was properly bound, then immediately shot into the air, clutching Janice tightly in long, bony fingers. "Expect us within the hour, your Majesty," Vespyr breathed, alongside the wind.
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Vespyr felt the Queen's focus on Janice, felt the Queen's flippant disregard. Good. To have the focus of the Queen was to have failed. To be ignored... that was the reward. The creature stayed still. Had it still had its eyes, it would have been blinking frantically in a nervous tick, eyes wildly unfocused from the fear of it. Fear wasn't something that Vespyr could properly express, not anymore.
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"Wise people are dangerous," Vespyr agreed solemnly.
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"I am not a person," Vespyr corrected. "But I am practical, if nothing else."
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“Siren is the name I am called by those I must kill,” Vespyr said. “I am the Queen’s knife, little child. I am an item, and an item is disallowed from friendship by its nature.”
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"You do not understand. I am a tool, not a voice."
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"I have a family," Vespyr said coolly. "Somewhere. I would not burden them with the knowledge of what I am, what I have become."
