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[sororite]

[When a mirror suddenly appears in front of you, the logical thing to do is use it to check your appearance, right? So enjoy watching the beautiful nation of France fix her dark, blonde hair and making sure her bun is stylishly disheveled.]

Ah, perfection takes so much work...

[She sighs, shakes her head, smiling just a little. When she's finally pleased with her appearance, she switches to the text feature, feeling as though she's getting the hang of this thing. Semi-sentient flora for communication purposes she loves it. So cute and environmentally friendly.]

Bonjour, mes amies! I am afraid I must ask for some assistance. Les petits chats were cute, but not as helpful as one would wish. This is a kidnapping, I understand? Will the one responsible please step forward? I would like to discuss the matter with you. [And slap whoever it is silly... She is much angrier than she appears.]

If anyone else can offer further explanations, they would be much appreciated. If this takes too long, I may become concerned!

Comments

[unadorned]

Are you accusing me of witchcraft? I'm not touching that stuff!

The madwoman keeping us here is using some ungodly magic of hers.

[sororite]

... How is Angleterre involved? [Because England has to be involved somehow.]

[unadorned]

That little witch [if she could hear the choke in her voice at a certain word...] magicked her way in and back, somehow.

But that's not who I'm talking about here. This Queen person is a moron with plenty of power. Terrifying, isn't it?

[sororite]

[... Notices that choke and files it away for later.]

Hm, she certainly sounds intimidating.

[unadorned]

[A derisive snort escapes her with little care, as is apt for her] More like a moron with an unfair amount of control over us. That could be many thing, but not intimidating.

I'd be careful if I were you. Just in case, of course.

[sororite]

You're the one who just called her terrifying. Ah, but I am touched by your concern, ma chère!

[unadorned]

T-That's not the same as intimidating!

[sororite]

It implies rather worse things about your courage though... That doesn't sound like the Prusse I know!

[unadorned]

The Queen summoned ghosts! Ghosts!

[You don't understand Mariaaaaaaanne] Give me bloodthirsty heathens anytime. At least give me something I could stab--

Never mind that. You're not one to talk about courage.

[sororite]

Ah, ma pauvre bébé. Do you need big sister's comforting embrace? I suppose I should expect you to be unable to handle anything without brute force. [Because you weren't freaked out by Jeanne and Prussia talking about Voltaire at all, France.]

I am the embodiment of courage.

[unadorned]

I supposed only an idiot or a brave woman would say something like that.

[sororite]

Or someone who knows you very well. Are you going to come fetch me and give me a welcoming kiss, Prusse? You are being very rude today, what happened to your manners?

[unadorned]

Manners? You're confusing me for Austria.





Where are you?

[sororite]

I wouldn't be asking her to meet me.

Somewhere by the flower beds, ma chère, you can hardly expect me to know my way around just yet. Come find me.

[unadorned]

Well, of course. Where else. And you shouldn't even think of asking her, Marchen. [Never mind it was Prussia who brought it up].




[And it's a tall woman in a shift Prussia is looking for, although this is the first time she's sought out someone in the Gardens on purpose upon their arrival, so she doesn't waste the chance to comment.]

Dressing down for the occasion?

[sororite]

[She has her own clothes in a bundle by her side as she turns to face Prussia.] Rather someone else dressed me down. [Winks.] Think I have an admirer?

[unadorned]

The Queen's a big fan, I'm sure. [and alright, she's somewhat impressed and jealous at how quickly France's managed to conjure her clothes just like that.] Wait till you see what they stuff us into for the balls.

[sororite]

[She's more used to losing her clothes but it's not too hard to reverse the process...] Mm, I look forward to it! Will I actually get to see you respectably dressed, mon amie?

[Walks up to Prussia, puts a hand on her shoulder and kisses both her cheeks.] It is good to see you, I suppose.

That icon is so pretty w;A;w

[unadorned]

Don't we have two very different ideas of what "respectably" implies? [She smells nice, not that Prussia will give her old friend the satisfaction of knowing so] I'd take your face over Austria's any time.

Thanks! ;u;

[sororite]

I do wish you'd let me do something with that beautiful hair of yours, chèrie...

Anyone would. [Leans back a little and taps her own cheek. ] Didn't you miss me? [WANTS KISSES.]

Re: Thanks! ;u;

[unadorned]

I've been brushing it... [Of course, she hasn't touched it since England's disappearance. The effort is simply not worth it anymore.


And she arches an eyebrow at Marianne's expectant look, before pulling her close enough for a rough hug that lingers a moment longer than what Prussia usually allows.] Sure I did.

[sororite]

That isn't quite what I mean, ma petite- oof! [Hugging oh hugging is almost as nice as kisses. Hugs back.]

Of course you did.

[unadorned]

I'm not sure whether it's a good thing you're here again, but I won't question it.

And you'll need a place to stay, I suppose.

[sororite]

Wonderful pour toi, less so pour moi.

And I suppose I shall, for the time being...

[unadorned]

You say that like it's not an honor for you!