YOU SHOULD BE HONORED •• ivan rouxe

[Mercede]

MERCEDE

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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -

mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months


pronounced: (mur-say-dee)

general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor

powers
mental manipulation

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call me your sweet baby —



Yea, well no shit she and her sisters didn’t deserve to see their father slaughtered. The memory was very fresh in her little brain. In her 3 months of existence the girl had endured a lot of trauma and misery. Unlike most children her mind did not simply absorb it and move on.

What happened to her father interrupted everything normal. It corrupted any chance of normalcy the girl had. Instead of talking to someone or rather being forced to speak on her emotions they were stored away where they festered. Her inner turmoil was perhaps the only thing keeping the girl going. Trauma disguised as motivation and a vendetta against the world.

In moments like this, it was a little harder to see her ugly side. But it did show how stupid she was despite her futile attempts to pretend otherwise. Another disguise but one so convincing she believed it herself to be true. If she was smarter she would’ve questioned Ivan’s apparent lack of loyalty to his family. The little cat didn’t even attempt to create a facade of devotion or even allegiance to the people he came from.

Which was fine, he was begging her for mercy in the future. She liked that. It buttered her little biscuit. It wasn’t the best, but the girl would attempt to sashay her way up to Ivan and smile her most charming little beaming grin.

“Of course! I’ll save a spot for a handsome boy like you...” at my feet. On your knees. Maybe the boy would come in handy. Besides, he already played into her fantasies much more than her sisters so she already enjoyed spending time with him more than them.

“You know who is going to be on top. But you do have me confused, I don’t want to rule. Care for a bunch of manky  sots? No thank you!

She batted her eyes at him softly and cocked her head gently to the left, “Well Mr. Roux. Where am I?”

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[Ivan]

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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

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It was true he had little of what could be called loyalty to a community. It just never worked out for him. Ivan knew that he needed to thrive in a society to learn and grow, but the idea of loyalty tied to things just by virtue of his birth ... it wasn't very savory to him. Yes, he was an individual, and proud of it. But Mercede's attitude had shifted and although he could feel the metaphorical fire, he allowed it to lick at his feet.

Ivan appeared taken aback at her response, and he couldn't hide the lowering of his ears and the sort of shrink in stature. "My apologies. But in the case, it seems like I've found a similarity between us." How silly of him. It was too cliche to think Mercede had thoughts on ruling. Ivan never was politically ambitious and didn't find satisfaction in ruling, that much was evident from his lack of perception about the circumstances before his birth. But it may be because of different reasons than Mercede.

"T-Tanglewood?" He responded, but it sounded more of a question than a response. He was acting pathetically awkward now. Wait? Where was he? Why was she looking at him like that? He wanted her to stop, it was making his chest feel tight, but at the same time he didn't run away. Was he aware that he was indulging her? Maybe, but he didn't want to face the fact. "You're from The Pitt, aren't you? A while back I saw another little female fox on the border that smelled like you." While he was quite certain she was from The Pitt, from the Jervis talk and scent, he just wanted to feel like he was on equal footing with her.

[Mercede]

MERCEDE

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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -

mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months


pronounced: (mur-say-dee)

general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor

powers
mental manipulation

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call me your sweet baby —



Mercede didn’t want to rule, that was something she saw no benefit in doing. The girl didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but she did want to be their responsibility. She wanted them to care for her without controlling her.

She had to admit she enjoyed his minor flustered behavior, but then he mentioned where she was and she pinned her ears to her head. Secretly she was pleased with herself, she had done it too do Sweeney wasn’t so special!

”Mmm... yea that’s my sister. Or one of them.”, she flicked her big ear as she turned to look around them, “Yea Im from the Pitt I thought we went over that? My Papa was Jervis?

She didn’t really like that he recognized someone related to her but she didn’t even know if this boy even had siblings.

“I hope you don’t mind I’m from the Pitt. It would be nice to have a friend.”, she would bound around him giving her most charming smile because she really didn’t want to leave and she wouldn’t regardless of what he said.

“I think you’re pretty cool Ivan.”, he listened to her for the most part, at least he heard her out more than anyone. Most importantly he didn’t really know her, she could be anyone to him. It was like some fun type of play pretend. It made her feel quite powerful, “So what about you Ivan? You have any sisters or brothers? Do you have both your parents? Or any family?”

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