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queenofheartsrp2012-07-23 10:03 am
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help me, darling. help me, please.
[ So much to think about, and the clouds are no escape for your fine Queen today.
"Their own love in their rightful Queen can be strengthened. Compassion will show you both the way, I am certain. Some girls just want to ride the wind wear ever it takes them, and live life to the fullest."
Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Such a mess, it's all become such a mess! ]
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[ The mirror is recording as the Queen stands at the shoreline, the long stretch of the dunes at her back, the sheer plane of water before her. And overhead the clouds are still flashing with lightning, even as the serpent's bones rain down and warriors close in upon the ship. The storms are banished first, brushed aside with nothing more than an impatient motion. The ship will have to come down next, and she reaches upwards, pausing for only a moment when the High Priestess appears, her feet wet when the tide rolls in, and her head shaded beneath a paper parasol. She says something that can't be heard and the Queen nods distractedly, beginning then to reel down the Labrys as if she has caught it round with a lasso. The Pirate Queen appears at the rails, looking startled and irritated, calling out gruffly,]
Ready to open your mouth, woman?
[ Her majesty sighs, stating very deliberately, ] We do need to talk, yes.
[ The ship hits the ground with a spray of sand and sea, but the gangplank is lowered, and the Queen steps onto the ship, leaving the High Priestess standing at the edge of the tide. A squadron of large brown bears take up positions around the site. The Warrior Princess does not take long in joining them, her face cut and streaked with ash and blood. She does not take her eyes off of the ship, not even for a moment.
When the Queen reappears to see her there, she smiles bashfully. ]
High Priestess, you still have those bottled little folk, don't you, my dear?
[ Whatever the expression on the High Priestess' face, it is not pleasure, but she inclines her head obediently. Soon enough, a cat can be seen walking slowly down the beach, a rope in its mouth that is tied to a floating crate. The faeries inside rattle in their bottles, lights flashing within.
The Pirate Queen crows something rude and self-aggrandizing from the rails, grinning, and the damsels are led up from below deck by an honor guard of battered skeletons. The Queen opens her arms to them. ]
Darlings! I'm so glad to see you safe!
[ The Damsel goes to her, if no one else, and even she has soon moved on, hurrying across the sands to greet the Warrior Princess with a hug that is not returned.
The gangplank of the Labrys recedes when the crate is safely onboard, and though the ship does not seem to be moving, some of the skeletons wave cheerfully from the decks, giggling in that eerie way of theirs. ]
[[ooc; We will leave the comments open for all of you, but there will not be any NPC interaction on this post.]]
"Their own love in their rightful Queen can be strengthened. Compassion will show you both the way, I am certain. Some girls just want to ride the wind wear ever it takes them, and live life to the fullest."
Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Such a mess, it's all become such a mess! ]
[ The mirror is recording as the Queen stands at the shoreline, the long stretch of the dunes at her back, the sheer plane of water before her. And overhead the clouds are still flashing with lightning, even as the serpent's bones rain down and warriors close in upon the ship. The storms are banished first, brushed aside with nothing more than an impatient motion. The ship will have to come down next, and she reaches upwards, pausing for only a moment when the High Priestess appears, her feet wet when the tide rolls in, and her head shaded beneath a paper parasol. She says something that can't be heard and the Queen nods distractedly, beginning then to reel down the Labrys as if she has caught it round with a lasso. The Pirate Queen appears at the rails, looking startled and irritated, calling out gruffly,]
Ready to open your mouth, woman?
[ Her majesty sighs, stating very deliberately, ] We do need to talk, yes.
[ The ship hits the ground with a spray of sand and sea, but the gangplank is lowered, and the Queen steps onto the ship, leaving the High Priestess standing at the edge of the tide. A squadron of large brown bears take up positions around the site. The Warrior Princess does not take long in joining them, her face cut and streaked with ash and blood. She does not take her eyes off of the ship, not even for a moment.
When the Queen reappears to see her there, she smiles bashfully. ]
High Priestess, you still have those bottled little folk, don't you, my dear?
[ Whatever the expression on the High Priestess' face, it is not pleasure, but she inclines her head obediently. Soon enough, a cat can be seen walking slowly down the beach, a rope in its mouth that is tied to a floating crate. The faeries inside rattle in their bottles, lights flashing within.
The Pirate Queen crows something rude and self-aggrandizing from the rails, grinning, and the damsels are led up from below deck by an honor guard of battered skeletons. The Queen opens her arms to them. ]
Darlings! I'm so glad to see you safe!
[ The Damsel goes to her, if no one else, and even she has soon moved on, hurrying across the sands to greet the Warrior Princess with a hug that is not returned.
The gangplank of the Labrys recedes when the crate is safely onboard, and though the ship does not seem to be moving, some of the skeletons wave cheerfully from the decks, giggling in that eerie way of theirs. ]
[[ooc; We will leave the comments open for all of you, but there will not be any NPC interaction on this post.]]
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Mugi, herself, is dressed in a plain blue dress, with simple open-toed sandals and her hair tied up. She's a bit disheveled, but unharmed. She is standing off to the side of the reunions, a bag stuff with clothes hanging off of each arm, and just positively beaming at all the joy and affection being shared as those who are released return to those who were waiting on them. Those who had been fighting for them.
She should probably calm down... ]
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Is everyone alright?
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Are you alright?
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[Wow have a big huge hug from one worried magical girl, still in her magical girl outfit]
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Hey there, sunshine...
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[you're looking a little too happy there for someone who spend the last number of days trapped on a flying boat.]
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Are you ever in a bad mood?
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Akiha hangs onto the railing, hair a combination of black and red streaks as she tries to remain conscious. With the amount of energy it took to restrain that giant serpent so other could kill it... it was a wonder she hadn't passed out yet.
Especially with her own injuries. There is a lot of blood - her own - soaking the left side of her blouse and a broken arrow shaft protruding from her shoulder. She needed to get to shore before the flying machine sank... but she didn't have the energy.
Just a little rest and she'd try.]
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[ The skates propel her forward out at full speed, the Wing Road stretching out and stopping just sky of the vessel, so she doesn't risk tipping the wreckage so that it capsizes. ]
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Not that there weren't mixed feelings on that too. After all, she would have loved to see Marceline pr Princess Bubblegum or Cake too. It was juts a quiet, stinging, bittersweet victory.
Oh, and OW.
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Still wearing ALL of her gear, but looking none the worse for wear, Subaru comes to a halt nearby in the sand. ] You're hurt!
DAYM that outfit is hot...
Shorttank here knows how to roll~
You know that's right.
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Maybe someone could convince her to come sit for the healers... ]
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[Jessica seems no worse for wear from the ordeal, and looks as expressionless as usual as she returns to solid ground. Though she does roll her eyes at the Queen.]
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Jessica! Are you all right?
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Blood and fire aren't easy to leave behind. Fortunately, her powers haven't returned yet, so she's much less tempted than she would be otherwise, and she's distracted by what she's carrying in her arms: a large, round object wrapped in cloth.]
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Kuja! You're safe!
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Fairies? Bottled Fairies? That can't be everything that matters with the attitude that Pirate Queen has, and it seems like a strange thing to fight this hard over, but then, she wouldn't be happy if someone kept that fairy she and Akiha took care of in a bottle for who knows how long. ]
What a pain in the ass these two are.
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[And standing close by is Samus, still armored up.]
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