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queenofheartsrp2012-07-23 10:03 am
rosestolilies) wrote in 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! ]
- ♡ -
[ 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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I wasn't made to, either...! But, because of my friends, I became someone. I became myself. Not just a...a tool, a puppet.
[she shakes her head.]
Even if you go, I'll always remember you.
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I didn't have any friends. I freed myself. I freed myself, and you know what happened next? The world went up in flames. I made it happen. That's who I am.
[She's angry now, if coldly so, but if there's one thing she won't do, it's drop the egg she's carrying, which might mean she's capable of something more than anger and hate.
But she can't do anything about Xion remembering her. When she speaks again, the usual, carefully cultured polish of her voice cracks, suddenly revealing something coarser beneath.]
Oh yeah? And when you go? Who's gonna remember me, then?
[Frustratingly, she knows the answer to that question. It's Zidane, always. Her kind, good-hearted brother. Always better than her.]
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Anyone--anyone here! Sora, and...and Zinc and... [she clutches her hands to her chest.]
Why do you want to be alone so badly!? Maybe I can't understand, but I know--I know running away from people just makes it hurt worse!
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They won't! They'll forget--they'll go home and forget, and no one will remember me!
No one.
[She takes a breath, tries to calm herself, but it's no good.]
But that's how it should be. That's what I deserve. That's why! I don't even have to run--
[Who would she run from? She's never had anyone. She shouldn't even be alive. Though if she thinks of it, she can still hear Zidane's voice, telling her no one's useless.
Kuja wraps her arms around the burden in her arms. At least, if it hatches, she can have one of her dragons. They always did as she said, asking nothing from her. They were hers.]
It's true, you don't understand. I tried to tell you. You don't listen.
[Just like Zidane.]
I'm a monster.
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[she swallows hard. She really wants to believe it, for herself as well.]
In my heart. Even--even if it is just a fake. [she balls her hands into fists, stamping her foot.]
I do understand. Because I'm just like you! If I leave this place, I'll disappear forever. No one will remember me anymore. No one back home remembers me! But I'm here, right now--I'm alive--
[there are tears in her voice, in the eyes Kuja can't see.]
Then we can be monsters together!
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He shouldn't have come after her. Him and his foolish compassion.]
Most people, even if they do remember me--it's just as a murderer. Not as a friend. I didn't have any friends.
You'll remember-- But then we'll both disappear, and then what?
[The words sound cruel, even to her, and her voice softens. Monsters, Xion says.]
We're both monsters, then. Yes. We were both made. To kill, is that what you were made to do? I was made to destroy a world. [She laughs, bitterly.] And so I did.
[Though she'd wiped out the dead world of Terra instead of the living Gaia.]