dear_mun | Because clearly it's appropriate.

[Well, how did they manage that. Mother had brown hair. What on earth?

... Which idiot messed up the genetics on that, the red hair is more then just hair, it's a sign of just whose child she is.]

It was, wasn't it? But humans are inventive. Besides, it's royalty. They could be walking the streets like common men, and it would still be remarkable.

( Who knows what those scientific guys do behind closed doors, Napoleon went from black hair in one generation to auburn in the next. )

It would be great to go to something like that! Though I can't imagine they'd let me until I graduate, guess I'll just have to hold out for something like that. Even if it's just seeing someone important walking down the street, haha!

[Dumb scientists have no idea just how important that hair is. Idiots.

If she knew who Napoleon was, she'd be appropriately horrified for him too.]

Exactly. [Graduation what?] ... How old are you? [Because there is a long... loooooong list of things she needs to tell her younger self.]

( All the better, it's a grace she doesn't. )

Mm? Oh, I'm sixteen now.

( Nothing she doesn't already know, what with that whole... studying everything there was to know about her original. Which sounds a lot creepier when talking to said person. )

[That bad is he?]

So young...

[Sigh. She goes all quiet for awhile, thinking deeply on so many things. Then she'll leave it at this:]

They're going to set you limits, for being female, royalty, a bastard child, whatever they feel like that day. The only ones that matter are the ones that you set for yourself, and the times when it's appropriate to break them. [Which she wished someone had told her sooner.] Also: Father was right, knowledge is the greatest gift, and your best weapon in almost everything.

( The "Quintessential Egomaniac" in the flesh.

Nevertheless, Elizabeth is silent as she listens. Her head bowed in a polite manner, to her this from this woman she was created to be so much better than... to accomplish so much more.

How could she ever? )

Yes, although I've never spoken to you until this moment. You words, letters, speeches. Each one of them that I read: they taught me so much! ( She pauses. ) You see... I'm not you. Well, I am but I've lived a different life from you. I have no parents, no siblings, a crown, throne or country to protect. I'm just Elizabeth, I was created with a purpose to recreate something that could never be recreated in a thousand lifetimes.

[Erg, little men who try to destroy everything to make up for the insecurities, the bane of her existence.]

No... [Just going to reach for her younger self, brace and hand to the side of her face to tilt her head up, smiling at her sincerely. She remembered that doubt, had it still.] Do you bear the name Tudor? Are you of my blood? [This was... probably the closest thing she was going to get to having a child, so to speak.] Because if you are, then you do have a purpose. I was never to have the crown after all. There is more then just to be a toy of the fates. Greatness is not had by laying back and just accepting. You must fight for it.

( Oh, just let her tell you the stories. )

Yes, I bear the name. Yes, I am your blood but that's because I am you. ( A pause. ) Genetically, of course. Think of me as a twin or maybe better said: I'm a copy. I was created to surpass you, you see.

Where I am now, I can't fight... it's impossible. I have to let myself be pulled along or they'll just create another one and do away with the failure. That's why I'm hoping to hurry up and graduate, maybe I can get away then -- then I can just be Elizabeth and not Elizabeth, the clone.

Edited 2012-06-12 10:49 (UTC)

[Ignorant little men need to be put out of their own misery most times.]

[Elizabeth listened, frowning. Now where had she heard this all before? Ha. Mankind didn't change much.] If you are to surpass me, then do so. Bide the time you need, learn, absorb every bit of infomation possible, in that time, you must become and then make them rue the day such foolish creatures could ever rule you and decide your fate. [Elizabeth was harshest on herself. She doesn't really get the clone aspect, science like that makes no sense to her.] It is your fate, you are of my blood. You are a daughter of the Tudor house, and much blood was split for that to be a name worth noting. Remember it, and burn it into their minds with the same conviction as our father and mother had. Even in duty, loyality, you can show yourself to be above the average.

Because clearly it's appropriate.

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