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[ Uhhhh- ] ...How vulgar.

[Looms down on. All ten thousand tons of him.]

Thou art not my minion. Wherefore do thee stand in this war of Black and White?

Mm...? [ Looking oh-so-tired, she is too lazy to bother to fly up to his height, but she manages to crane her neck to look alllll the way up at him. ] What is this about black and white now?

Are thee ignorant or a fool to not know of this?

[ ... ]

[ ....wait for it ]

[ and a yawwwwwn accompanies a princess-like handwave, as if she is able to dismiss him. ]

If you speak of the Enma's black-and-white judgement, then you need not trouble yourself with me, for I would never apply to it.

[There's an annoyed grunt from one of his heads as one of his tentacles reaches around her waist to pull her up to his eyes]

Perhaps this is so. You do seem rather inconsequential.

Edited 2012-10-03 05:30 (UTC)

[ Whoa there, buddy. ] Hoh...? Practically eye-level, we are...

[The tentacle moves to the second face, who also gets a good look at her.]

The better to see you with, my dear.

[ Automatically: ] Pervert.

We are many things. A pervert is not one of them,, fool.

[ She tilts her head away BECAUSE MAN YOUR BREATH STINKS, BUDDY. ] So you say, yet here you are holding me with a tentacle.

[HEY YOU TRY CONTROLLING YOUR BREATH when your body is a composite of selected objects of twelve random kids. :|]

So?

'So'.... [ A low chuckle. She shifts, not that she's uncomfortable per say (well, she'd rather be released obviously but what is effort) but moreso that she can finally bother to focus her gaze properly on him. ] Pray tell, exactly how old are you...?

[ Because that 'so' reminds her of someone immature. ]

We do not know. Time is a meaningless concept to us.

How old art thee if thou value it thus?

An ignorant view, if I have ever heard one. [ Looking delicately repulsed! In that super annoying holier-than-thou way she always manages to carry. ]

My, how rude of you to ask.

[There is a slight tightness around her body as the many eyes furrow angrily. Though his eyes never lessened in intensity, the tentacle lowers and he lets her go.]

Begone from us, annoying insect.

-!

[OH HELLO THERE. YOU LOOK FAMILIAR.]

[And you look...somewhat familiar? She recognizes that staff, anyway, even if it has too many orbs. Don't mind her just reaching for her protokatana in case this turns nasty.]

You are the Black King, aren't you?

Who art thou to be addressing us?

[Damnit, where are my executive minions to deal with this rabble? I'm a king. I'm not supposed to deal with this shit.]

[Okay, okay. You're a queen, act like one. ...How do queens act? Okay, right. Back straight, wings folded neatly, ears perked slightly...]

I am the Prospitian Monarch.

[His instinct is to grab for his scepter, but then he takes another good look at her before letting out a bellyful laugh.]

[Grrrrrr]

You should not underestimate me because I am smaller than you.

Now thou do us a discredit that thou believe accused.

We do not believe thee to not be a queen merely for your size. But because thee smells of a Prospitian pawn.

Is that not right, Droll?

[Ouch, right in the insecurities. But don't let it show, don't let it show...no, bad ears, stop drooping.]

That is why I did not introduce myself as the White Queen. I am Her Majesty's successor in the human session.

What is a hue man?

That is the name of our Heroes' species.

[For a second, the right head scoffs, but the left head looks over at it and shakes it. They seem to collaborate for a moment before returning to address PM again.]

If thou are as thou say, then show us thee Designation of Office.

Edited 2012-10-04 08:38 (UTC)

Well.
The tentacles really look quite unflattering on you.
I mean, even moreso than they usually would on the ones they belong to.

[For a second, the King takes an aggressive stance at the sight of an OBVIOUS PLAYER. However, he knows his enemy very well and he knows they aren't as... pale...]

Doth thou have business with us?

At the moment, remarkably little. I'm just observing a connection you have to some friends of mine.

Explain how this concerns us.

Edited 2012-10-06 07:25 (UTC)

Oh, it's nothing that should waste the attention of one as important and regal as yourself. Unless things as mundane as the source of all of your power happen to catch your attention.

[ Oh god it's the Black King. Oh my god it's the Black King. This guy is like instant death, why is he even here; why is SHE even here. Words, something, anything, she could think about how puzzling all of this was later; right now it was just blatantly terrifying. ]

4h, uh, sir, you're...

Wh4t 4re you doing... here?

[OH LOOK ITS A TROLL. OH, CRAP. WHERE ARE MY MINIONS. A FINAL BOSS FIGHT IS NOTHING WITHOUT AND ENDLESS VOLLEY OF MOOKS TO sacrifice FIGHT ALONG SIDE!!!!]

Go away.
We are not ready to fight thee.

Edited 2012-10-04 08:42 (UTC)

[ Sudden troll appearances, oh dear! Well at least he's not just up and thwomping her, that would be mighty awful. But then... if not that, why is he here? This is a puzzle! ]

But you're the bl4ck... king, how c4n you... not be re4dy for... 4 single troll? I... don't w4nt to fight... though, so, this is... str4nge.

[ She pauses briefly, staring up at him. She's all questions. ]

How'd you get so... huge 4nd big?

Doth thou expect us to be small and demure, as yourself???

And as it stands the conditions are not right for us to destroy you. It is not the proper time. There are rules that we are obligated to abide.

[Haven't you fought a final boss fight!? You can't just go straight to the last guy without leveling up and him minion-less!! It's so... so... incorrect!!]

[ Nope. She doesn't know how these games are played. She'd rather get all the answers, maybe the strategy guide, and then go ahead with everything. So much easier, man. ]

It would m4ke you... less intimid4ting, I think.

Who m4de the rules... why do we 4ll... h4ve to follow them?

[He's not the most creative, but hell even he is not stupid enough to waste an opportunity.]

We are as we are meant to be. This fact is impossible to question.

As is the fate that we are to fight in the appointed time. Though if you wish to be free of your pitiful life so soon we can oblige.

[ An unquestionable puzzle? Disappointi-- oh, oh he said he would kill her if she wanted; she didn't want that. Not at all. ]

We c4n t4lk bec4use... I don't w4nt to... die, right now, ok4y?

Ple4se?

You'll find no aid for your campaign here. This is no battlefield and you will not change that.

YOU!!!

Why are you not prepared to face me?!

[He laughs as he's preparing to just... step on you.]

[Not getting it ol' buddy ol' friend.]

[ah yes, the joys of the Black King and his inability to see past anything that doesn't involve carnage. WK had almost missed this, in the same way a bowler throwing the ball in the opposite direction of the lane almost made a strike.

he's just going to. sidestep out of the way]

There's no point to it here. Our struggles will change nothing where it counts the most.

[…shit. so uh exactly how huge are you…]

Oh god what am I doing [Forever homesless]

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If you'd interact with an OC Troll...?

SURE

Oh dear, but he's so dismissive.

You're not playing the game right :<

She doesn't know how to play the game, she just solves it.

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