♛First Decree: Video {not in kimlasca anymore..}

[meritocracy]

[Hello Luceti! You might hear some frustrated murmurs of a girl who may or may not sound familiar before the screen opens up. Behind her are trees. You might notice that first—OR! The first thing you might notice is the bright gold/white wings on her back, or maybe it’s the twig she failed to find out of her curly golden hair, or maybe it’s the fact that her cat-green eyes look absolutely furious. She pauses, before she begins to speak, posture ramrod straight, lips pursed.]

I find myself in need of assistance, if you please. While I am not familiar with this sort of fontech, I know enough. To those that have successfully taken me away from my kingdom, listen very carefully.

[her lip curls slightly, a bit of that anger in her eyes slowly spreading to her otherwise regal tone of voice ]

I demand to know where I am, immediately. To those of you who are not involved in this ..this indecency [her cheeks color. This is wrong on so many levels. ] I request all the information you can offer me. [she raises her hand to try and reach back and touch what she knows is clearly a hurt back, but her shoulder lances with pain. What did her captors do to her? Dropping it at her side, she looks back at the screen, raising her chin. ]

You will be rewarded, I can promise you that. As for those of you who had the audacity to pull off this joke, take heed: [her voice rises]

How dare you carry out such a despicable act!. Anyone who considers taking away Kimlasca-Lanvaldear’s Princess in broad daylight without her consent is considered from this point an enemy of both herself and His Majesty, King Ingobert the Sixth. You have taken me from my Castle and my people, and I cannot forgive such injustice.

Once I return to my Father’s side, and I will return, you will be found, you will be judged, and you will be punished according to your actions.

[with one more scathing glare, the Princess shuts off the feed]

Comments

[all7seas]

Creme puffs AND a cinnamon roll, is it? What about a cup of tea to wash all of that down?

[He tries to hold her legs still to tone down some of that kicking.]

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

You are to tell no one of this. Or I will personally spread every rumor about your clearly falsified 'decency' to everyone I meet!

..I deserve tea.

[a haughty sniff]

[all7seas]

Done. We have an accord, Princess Potato Sack. Possibly I'd best set you down here, so no one sees your indignity in the harsh light of day?

[They were getting close enough to the main part of the village, after all.]

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

P-P-Potato sack?! How dare you! [ huffing she growled out, ]

Yes.

[all7seas]

[So set down she is---very carefully, not like a sack of potatoes at all.]

There. Done. Right as rain, eh? Upside-downness did not suit you. I need a drink, my mouth tastes all nasty right now.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Hmph. [ she just glares at him, before looking around with curiousity ]

[all7seas]

That there is the clothing shop. Possibly you should examine that first.

[He spits again, wiping the corners of his mouth on his sleeve.]

The bakery is a little ways off. Meet you in front of the clothing shop in twenty minutes. Don't be late, or I'll eat all the chocolate croissants.

[And with that he abandoned her temporarily for Good Spirits.]

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

[ she raises her shoulders and proudly walks into the shop. she needs to fume after that incident. she'll be looking around--and apparently they ended up putting her clothes back in here! the nerve! she'll be slipping her clothes back on, her arm carrying a sack of shoes, a few shirts and some spares. it's not Kimlasca, but it will have to do. Looking around, she wonders where the strange man went, and waits at the designated spot. ]

[all7seas]

[The man is going to eventually appear from round the corner, carrying with him a small silver flask and a steaming mug of something that smells a great deal like apple pie.]

Oh! Much more better! All regal-like, you.

[Jack himself seems better as well. He has apparently put the time away from her to good use in driving off some demons with rum. He thrusts the apple pie cider mug her way.]

Buffy made this for you.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

[ she scowls a little, but blinks at the cup, taking it in her hands as she tilts her head. it smells like apples..]

What is this? And who is Buffy?

[all7seas]

Virgin apple pie...drink. Thing. She invented it. Buffy's one of the bartenders at Good Spirits, just over there. Tavern.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

I see. Interesting terms..but I'm quite parched. [ takes a sip. blink. ]

Oh my-- It's delicious.

[all7seas]

Caramel and spices and apple and cinnamon. Highly delicious combination. Come on---bakery. Need something to eat.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

I almost thought you'd get me rum. How fortunate. [ LA LA LA PRINCESS TROTS AFTER ]

[all7seas]

Hmmmmm....how old are you?

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

19.

[all7seas]

Too young for rum by the standards here. Buffy would gut me. [Hyperbole.]

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

I'm hardly interested.

[all7seas]

Of course you're not; it would make you all gigglesome and undignified. Is that what a princess wears in your world?

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

One of the many. I usually wear my traveling clothes as I visit between Kimlasca and Malkuth. The world is recovering from some difficult things..[ her eyes shadowed ]

I'm usually armed. I wish I had worn my bow today.

[all7seas]

I'm glad you're not. I don't fancy being shot for a villain.


Not very princess-y looking.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Unless you're extremely forgetful, you should take heed that I am not the average princess. [ :I ]

[all7seas]

I KNOW that, darling; just different to see it, is all. Hurry it along, there; I want a cream puff.

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

[ she's going to shove you (LIGHTLY) before walking ahead. yeah. that happened ]

Hmph.

[all7seas]

HIGHLY touchy things, princesses. [He hurries to catch up. The shove wasn't very shove-y, at least for a man who sort of reels about a lot anyway.] Wherever are you going to stay, mistress?