Return to the House of KamelotOne Tricia Kamelot is sitting in a window-side chair of carved mahogany in the Kamelot mansion. She’s staring at the wall.
After a handful of months living on her own, threatened by Akuma and trying desperately to think of a way to discover the full extent of her husband’s crimes and hold him accountable for countless deaths, Tricia has returned to being the other Tricia, the one who remained with her that whole time. Even though she wished to stop what her husband, her daughter (no, surely not), her family, and their so-called family friends were plotting, part of her remained in this house. In spirit.
(She had never really tried to hate Sheryl’s—her—family. That was the not the impulse of Tricia-the-wife, but of both Tricias. She would rather not speak to her husband, after the lies he made her believe, but the others were not so bad. Some of them were just children! So she missed the others, and was glad to see them, although sometimes frightened too.)
With her mind in the grip of lies once more, the first Tricia goes back to sleep. If she ever wakes up again, she’ll use what she’s learned. Next time.
Now she’s back in the Kamelot house in body and spirit.
A few things are different—she can’t quite remember what’s happened for the past few months, for one thing. The servants say she’s been very ill. How lucky she is to be alive, Tricia thinks. Also, she can’t seem to find her wedding album. However, her wedding ring is back on her hand, and she’ll always have her precious memories.
Wait, back? Hasn’t it been there for the past eight years? Oh, never mind. She must still be recovering from the effects of her illness.
Tricia has a husband she loves. (All it took to fall in love was not remembering that he had instigated wars, that he was her political enemy.) She has an adorable, innocenct daughter. (She never quite stopped believing Road’s innocence.)
Tricia beams at the wallpaper and steadies herself on the chair as she rises to her feet.
Sheryl dear! Rhode darling! Your mother’s home!
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((ooc: And with this I’ve officially left DGM-RP. I’ve had such a great time with you guys!))
((In the same way I now appreciate a lot of obscure DGM characters thanks to people rping them, I now feel a lot of attachment to Tricia Kamelot. Even though I apped her on a whim because I thought it would be hilarious to rp Sheryl’s wife who appears in a glorious total of six panels in the manga (with two lines of dialogue). Even though I made up most of her personality. I had a great deal of fun thinking up a serious plotline for her although I didn’t intend any such thing when I became this character—and although I rped her as a clueless, overly romantic idiot 90% of the time, trust me when I say I have a lot of respect for this character.))
((Thanks to you guys for rping with Tricia here. ;A; I’ll try to keep in touch with you on Skype and my main DA account (which, admittedly, I need to check more often.)))
((Also, thanks for your comments on Link’s last journal. I read all those and appreciate them so much.))
((~Kumorinoko))
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Tricia!
((ooc: akshdg I'm sorry, It's been a while since I've really roleplayed as Sheryl so GAH.))
Y-yes d--Minister? What do you want?
((ooc: It's fine! And thanks. <3))
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Never knowing's like knowing too much
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take it easy *yawn*~
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JOIN MY CLUB!~~ I-LavYu
(When Tricia fainted, a couple of evacuees managed to held her before she collapsed to the ground. Hevlaska picked her up and let Carlisle to collect all the dropped items which fell from Tricia.
The Guardian entered into bedroom, much like hers but with different wallpaper, and extra chest of drawers and a window which had views to the rest of the city, a mosaic of golden and white roofs. She left Tricia over the double bed there and Carlisle left all the picked up objects over the chest of drawers. Then left without any other ceremony.)
((ooc: hope it helps
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Never knowing's like knowing too much
I'm a friend of Sheryl's, and I must apologize to you for him being such a deplorable husband. A beautiful woman like you deserves better...
You flatterer.
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