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[showmeyourwreath]

[Flora is very clearly outside somewhere, and the smile she greets the network with is sunny.]

Hello everyone, I am Lady Flora, one of your Marchionesses of the White Citadel! But just "Flora" is fine.

We're in the midst of a lot of training right now, and I'd very much appreciate your input on some exercises, specifically features for obstacle courses or training constructs. Anything from easy to borderline-if-not-actually-lethal is fine! Rings of fire, pits of barbs, vine traps, swarms of durable killer bees...I won't say the sky's the limit, but there are a lot of things we can do, here!

[Her voice is still rather calm, not rushed at all, but it's just a little higher with excitement. At any rate, she looks entirely too happy to be talking about death traps. But then she would be]

If you fly too, that will not be a problem. As for constructs, I can grow or make all sorts of enemies to practise fighting against. I'll modify or mix it up, of course, otherwise everyone would know what to expect from them. I am also personally available for sparring or training. If you have any questions about anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask them!

[Something explodes rather loudly off-screen, and blue, shimmering smoke blows behind her. Her chin tilts as her eyes track something up, up, up...up.

Up.

She adjusts her glasses and looks back to her compass with a bright and sunny smile.]

That will be all! Thank you very much.

[Her eyes once again flicker upward before the feed cuts out.

(ooc edit: Hark, a long ass post.)]

Comments

[showmeyourwreath]

[Funnily enough, she accepted that making constructs or anything that could pose a challenge to Servants--at least some of them--would be too difficult to trouble herself with.

Flora's not about to write checks with her mouth that the rest of her can't cash, but she is sorely tempted to try, right now.]

Not everything's about you, you know.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh just sort of stares, baffled.]

Come again?

[You tell him the world does not, in fact, revolve around him and in the same breath expect him to believe it? Flora, please.]

[showmeyourwreath]

[She is happy to repeat it, and does so sweetly.]

Not everything is about you.

[babbylon]

[And he'll excuse it. Not quite so sweetly, but at least he's not throwing a temper tantrum. ...he's just pouting instead.]

Whatever. Go prepare some worthy obstacles for me, then. If you can.

[showmeyourwreath]

Tsk tsk, so rude. [She'd boop his nose if she could. Alas.]

Sometimes I think all the zeroes need to be struck from your age, you know.

[babbylon]

What does that even...

[...wait.

Wait.

Add three, carry the four, and...

WHAT.]

I'M NO CHILD, YOU FLIGHTY LITTLE FLOOZY! HOW DARE YOU! ☠ ☠ ☠

[showmeyourwreath]

[Flora's hair blows back on her end at the force of his yell...even if that should not be physically possible.]

I'm not a floozy! [A beat.] Or that flighty! Anyway, you're doing a fantastic job of proving otherwise. Honestly, mine aren't even a year old yet and they're better behaved.

[Okay, even if they're physically and mentally five, her point still stands.]

[babbylon]

Don't get me started with those little hellions of yours.

[Seriously, don't.]

Are you going to do it or not, woman?

[showmeyourwreath]

Don't call them that, and yes.

[She is a perfect picture of saccharine politeness.]

Yes, I do think I will do my best for you.

[She must destroy him. ♥]