A.I.S.H.A.
Artificial Integrated Social Human Algorithm
Listen, you’re one of my favorite characters and I felt maybe it would be nice to introduce you.
Charlotte: I wouldn’t care if I was your favorite donut flavor, being anywhere near the word “your” puts you inches away from turning into a bloody kebab
You don’t even have donuts in your story
And thank the unholy heavens they aren’t. I can’t stand the sight of food meant for maggots.
Right, moving on. Why don’t you introduce yourself to everyone? Talk a little about yourself
What makes you think anyone here deserves to know who I am?
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Fine. Charlotte, the Blood Queen, The First Warlord of the Underworld.
Why don’t you look away from the mirror for a second. Your lipstick can wait.
My lipstick is more important than they are. If they’re watching what I say, then my lips will be nothing short of perfect
Well, then, why not tell them what you use as lipstick?
Blood. As is my mirror, my clothing, my shoes, and my parasol. It’s my magic in case you haven’t realized it yet.
Always with a parasol. I know just as much as you how much you hate the sun.
For all the horridly disgusting things that pervade the Underworld, the lack of the abomination we call the sun makes up for all of it.
Your relationship with your home is rather.. shaky isn’t it?
Stop acting like you didn’t write this into my life. The only reason I excuse you for all the crap you’ve forced me to deal with is because you had the wits to create me. And I like me.. very much, in fact.
Alright alright, let me rephrase that. Tell everyone how you got to be the Charlotte you are today
Will I get to leave if I do? I have more important things to do right now
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I was created by Grigori, the sulking, brooding, insecure god of the Underworld alongside 4 other warlords to wage wars on his behalf. I was meant to be the best. The perfect warrior. I mean, that isn’t to say that I’m not. I was just a product of an imperfect creator. Once I realized his incompetence, I defected.
So that left you where?
Back in that pungent cave. Although, that would oversimplify it. My expectations for people aren’t very high. So I’ll just leave it at, traveling the world with the self-appointed protagonist.
That you once fell in love with
If I was an uncivilized roach like you, you’d be dead. But since I understand that as my creator, I ought to respect you, I’ll just kill everyone here who heard what you said instead.
No no, that’ll be all. We’re done here, you’ve got more important things remember? Maybe at a later date, ok? Anyway, thank you, anyone who took the time to read. It was a rather brief dialogue set but this was a bit of an experiment in characterization and whatnot. Charlotte will be available to answer any questions you guys have so if you like her, feel free to ask away. Thank you for reading!
Charlotte: I wouldn’t care if I was your favorite donut flavor, being anywhere near the word “your” puts you inches away from turning into a bloody kebab
You don’t even have donuts in your story
And thank the unholy heavens they aren’t. I can’t stand the sight of food meant for maggots.
Right, moving on. Why don’t you introduce yourself to everyone? Talk a little about yourself
What makes you think anyone here deserves to know who I am?
...
......
Fine. Charlotte, the Blood Queen, The First Warlord of the Underworld.
Why don’t you look away from the mirror for a second. Your lipstick can wait.
My lipstick is more important than they are. If they’re watching what I say, then my lips will be nothing short of perfect
Well, then, why not tell them what you use as lipstick?
Blood. As is my mirror, my clothing, my shoes, and my parasol. It’s my magic in case you haven’t realized it yet.
Always with a parasol. I know just as much as you how much you hate the sun.
For all the horridly disgusting things that pervade the Underworld, the lack of the abomination we call the sun makes up for all of it.
Your relationship with your home is rather.. shaky isn’t it?
Stop acting like you didn’t write this into my life. The only reason I excuse you for all the crap you’ve forced me to deal with is because you had the wits to create me. And I like me.. very much, in fact.
Alright alright, let me rephrase that. Tell everyone how you got to be the Charlotte you are today
Will I get to leave if I do? I have more important things to do right now
...
.......
I was created by Grigori, the sulking, brooding, insecure god of the Underworld alongside 4 other warlords to wage wars on his behalf. I was meant to be the best. The perfect warrior. I mean, that isn’t to say that I’m not. I was just a product of an imperfect creator. Once I realized his incompetence, I defected.
So that left you where?
Back in that pungent cave. Although, that would oversimplify it. My expectations for people aren’t very high. So I’ll just leave it at, traveling the world with the self-appointed protagonist.
That you once fell in love with
If I was an uncivilized roach like you, you’d be dead. But since I understand that as my creator, I ought to respect you, I’ll just kill everyone here who heard what you said instead.
No no, that’ll be all. We’re done here, you’ve got more important things remember? Maybe at a later date, ok? Anyway, thank you, anyone who took the time to read. It was a rather brief dialogue set but this was a bit of an experiment in characterization and whatnot. Charlotte will be available to answer any questions you guys have so if you like her, feel free to ask away. Thank you for reading!
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