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eachdraidh2014-08-04 11:14 pm
tough_love) wrote in eachdraidh2014-08-04 11:14 pm
[Video | Both Courts] 1st Battle
"As far as abductions go, this one is rather polite. I would have thought I would be properly ransomed by now, not treated to a feast and my own quarters..."
[Your newest arrival, Seelie-folk, is not speaking with complete honesty here. She of course came her of her own free will just like everyone else, she was just under the impression it was a dream at the time. She didn't expect to be stuck here. But even she has to admit it's not as bad as it could be, considering her rank as a princess appears to be given at least some respect. And, well, she wasn't being treated as she expected a captive would be treated.
Hard to say if that diminished any annoyance she might have been feeling though, considering her expression at the moment. "Displeased" would be a mild understatement, but at least she wasn't inconvenienced to the point she was out trying to destroy the castle.
Her room has an adjoining study attached, in which a servant appears to be busying himself tidying up. Dusting the bookshelves, furniture, and generally just trying to make the study she was granted as presentable as possible. Looma has not yet had the heart to announce to him that everything inside simply must go. But that will be changing soon enough! It was the entire point behind this video announcement after all, as she had exactly zero need for friends or any similar social attachments.]
"I am Princess Looma of the House of the Red Wind. I have decided to offer a trade, and will consider your offers as necessary. I have no need of anything in this room, and wish to be rid of it! What I do require is a proper stand for my armor, as well as the necessary materials for its care. My hammer requires the same attention."
[She holds the hammer into view not necessarily to show it off, but more out of practicality. Her experience back home was that few species still used such weapons, and those who once did certainly constructed them differently. Hers had a head at either end, and was about the size of a human child. Of course, anyone particularly attentive would also note that she appeared to be holding it into view with two right hands, raising the question of just how 'alien' she was, exactly. As if the four eyes and blood red skin weren't enough of a tip off with regard to her non-human nature.]
"Provide that, and you may have your pick of anything in this room. Except my attendant, of course. Unless he proves to be as worthless as the rest of the room."
[She could not fathom how this would be a fair trade in this or any world, but if the furniture and books were prized enough to be included as a gift, perhaps there was some value to them. She just didn't know what or why. To her, a small armory would be far more preferential to a study. At least it had an immediate usefulness attached to it.]
"Anything left unclaimed will be used for kindling, so speak quickly! I need to explore more of this place, and prepare for the battles promised to me."
[Your newest arrival, Seelie-folk, is not speaking with complete honesty here. She of course came her of her own free will just like everyone else, she was just under the impression it was a dream at the time. She didn't expect to be stuck here. But even she has to admit it's not as bad as it could be, considering her rank as a princess appears to be given at least some respect. And, well, she wasn't being treated as she expected a captive would be treated.
Hard to say if that diminished any annoyance she might have been feeling though, considering her expression at the moment. "Displeased" would be a mild understatement, but at least she wasn't inconvenienced to the point she was out trying to destroy the castle.
Her room has an adjoining study attached, in which a servant appears to be busying himself tidying up. Dusting the bookshelves, furniture, and generally just trying to make the study she was granted as presentable as possible. Looma has not yet had the heart to announce to him that everything inside simply must go. But that will be changing soon enough! It was the entire point behind this video announcement after all, as she had exactly zero need for friends or any similar social attachments.]
"I am Princess Looma of the House of the Red Wind. I have decided to offer a trade, and will consider your offers as necessary. I have no need of anything in this room, and wish to be rid of it! What I do require is a proper stand for my armor, as well as the necessary materials for its care. My hammer requires the same attention."
[She holds the hammer into view not necessarily to show it off, but more out of practicality. Her experience back home was that few species still used such weapons, and those who once did certainly constructed them differently. Hers had a head at either end, and was about the size of a human child. Of course, anyone particularly attentive would also note that she appeared to be holding it into view with two right hands, raising the question of just how 'alien' she was, exactly. As if the four eyes and blood red skin weren't enough of a tip off with regard to her non-human nature.]
"Provide that, and you may have your pick of anything in this room. Except my attendant, of course. Unless he proves to be as worthless as the rest of the room."
[She could not fathom how this would be a fair trade in this or any world, but if the furniture and books were prized enough to be included as a gift, perhaps there was some value to them. She just didn't know what or why. To her, a small armory would be far more preferential to a study. At least it had an immediate usefulness attached to it.]
"Anything left unclaimed will be used for kindling, so speak quickly! I need to explore more of this place, and prepare for the battles promised to me."
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Why on earth can't you just put them in the hall? [ Felix waves a book of his own, rather belligerently. It's maybe just a bit less impressive than the hammer. ] Your grace.
[ The exasperation in his voice is plain -- What is with people here? What makes everyone rush to war and blood? -- And it snuffs out like a light as rather abruptly, Looma's form seems to finally register in his mind. ]
I, ah. That is. [ He stares, dumbly. Some lone, distant neuron dedicated to survival instinct shrills out a brief alarm, then falls silent. ] There's far better for fires than all that.
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[The "you idiot" is...heavily implied there, in that angry snarl of a reply. On the bright side, she had not yet resorted to actual, open insults yet. Still, while she may consider her gifted possessions as worthless, she at least has sense enough to consider that someone else might consider them worthwhile. Even if the reason behind it might be something she can't quite understand.]
Of course there's better for fires. But at least a warm fire gives me something more of greater value than this.
[She sweeps two of her arms behind her to cover just about everything in the room, servant included. Whether that bit's intentional or not's hard to say, really.]
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[ Felix can't match Looma for much, but he can certainly manage tone. Of course, his own voice lilts towards the shrill and snide more than any warrior's yell. He sounds a bit like a condescending ferret. ]
You'd gain far more good from making a gift of it, your grace. [ There may be more than a few enormous cultural gaps at play, here. ] Not to those who'd trade you, obviously. If no one puts up a worthy offer, then just give it to those that you know they don't like. This way, they gain nothing from it, and you gain an ally -- as opposed to a housefire.
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[Well, she'd managed record time without resorting to name-calling at least. Almost a whole two minutes, even.]
Your plan only works if these fools come clamoring out of the walls like vermin fighting over scraps. Which they have not.
[Well, not yet anyway. She's still just a teensy bit hopeful that somebody will be willing to give her what she needs in exchange for what she perceives to be useless objects.]
I also have no need of allies so easily bought with such pathetic offerings as these! We are here to fight a war, not try our hands at interior decorating!
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Too true, only the rats and maggots must crawl for such finery. Which explains perfectly why our honoured hosts would have chosen it for the welcome gift of such a formidable warrior.
[ The words drip with scorn. he's going to grudgewank u looma!!! ]
What ever must they think of you?