It's been a while...

[mayshereign]

This is utterly ridiculous, Mundane! Honestly, after all this time, you say you miss me? As if I'll believe such a thing! This is all just because you were sitting next to that English couple in the restaurant and now you can't get my accent out of your head, isn't it? Isn't it?

[M-maybe...]

Well, I won't have it! Months you've ignored me! Months! And now, all of a sudden, I'm supposed to take you back?! Just like that? [I never said that, England...] Un-bloody-likely!

[Jeez, England, why are you so angry, I'd have thought you'd be happy to get some fresh air for once, what's wrong-]

And I cannot believe you want to app at a magical school game and you're not even considering me!

[Oh...]

Comments

[unionjackass]

Oh, stop yelling already! Would you like the entire internet to hear you? God, you ought to consider yourself lucky.

[mayshereign]

I was speaking to my mundane in a reasonable, if agitated, tone. If the entire internet wants to eavesdrop so badly, I don't care. And just how exactly am I lucky?

[unionjackass]

You're damn lucky she isn't landing you in some-- magical school. I don't trust the sound of that, you know.

[mayshereign]

... But it's magic.

[unionjackass]

I doubt it's the same as a proper magical school. [LOOKS AROUND, LEANS CLOSE AND SHIELDS HIS MOUTH FROM PRYING EYES.]

W-what if it--what if it's one of those magical schools? The sort Japan is fond of...

[irishman]

Of course you should be the last person anyone ought to consider sending to a magical school; knowing you, you'd probably find a way to accidentally raze the entire establishment to the ground with those third-rate spells of yours.

[mayshereign]

Excuse me! I would be the star student within a week, I'll have you know! I have years of experience with complicated spells [that explode] and summons! [That either explode or are Russia]

[irishman]

[ in other words, she would be the seamus finnigan of magnoshutatt academy.

no, make that neville longbottom since seamus is irish. ]

I take it this is your routine for your first comedy performance? [ he bites his bottom lip. ]

[mayshereign]

You're just jealous of all of us that have some actual talent and skill. Do mind your tongue, dear, this really doesn't suit you.

[irishman]

[ truth be told, he is actually jealous of her at the moment, but only because she's fortunate enough to even have the option of going to that school at all while he's for the most part still cooped up in his mundane's headspace due to her laziness and the lack of games that will accept him.

she can keep her "talent" and "skill", though. ]

This act of yours is great craic so far, sis; let me know when your first show is -- I'll buy tickets in advance.

[unionjackass]

Oh, and I suppose you'd be the bloody genius of the entire school. [HE SNORTS.]

[irishman]

[ oh, jaysus. there's two of them!? where is scotland when you need him…? ]

No, but at least the school would still be standing in my case.

[pledged_to_me]

[Oh don't worry, dude Ireland! Here's back up in the form of lady Ireland.]

'Course you'd be bein' so, on experience alone. Sellin' yourself short like that, nay sense in bein' so modest.

call me maybe.

[regularlyaccused]

A magical school? Magic.

[You must not have heard of this man named Uther is what he's thinking, however amused he sounds or not. Snorting under his breath, he crossed his arms; interested]

Take whatever freedom you get from this as a blessing, I'd think. It might be interesting right? Fun.

[No iron-fist damnation for so much as whispering about smoke and enchantments. It sounds like a blessing enough to him. Her accent sounds close-at-hand though, which is why he's a bit confused.]

Where'd you say you're from again? Not. That you did, but you know...

[mayshereign]

Well, as I said, she's apparently not considering sending me the slag. It's not quite the same magic that I'm familiar with, but it's magic nevertheless. All rather interesting, I think. Much more pleasant than the last place she had me at.

[Yes, that accent should feel very close at hand, Merlin. You've been hearing it every where you go all your life, after all.] Where? Britain, love. I am England, after all.

[regularlyaccused]

It's just the fact that it exists in the first place. [It's not outing himself as a sympathizer, is it? He should be careful in his eagerness to have others like him so free.]

Aren't you worried though? About people finding your skills well, unorthodox?

[His expression shifts from guarded to skeptical enough, lips quirking in that awkward grin he does so well.]

What?

[mayshereign]

My skills are perfectly refined and excellent! I have great magical talent! [That... Isn't what he meant, England.] Anyone who wants to comment on it being mad or anything like that will just feel the back of my hand! [See, Merlin, all your problems would go away if you just punched people]

... England, dear, are you deaf? As in the Kingdom of England.

[paysdelamour]

Ah la la, ma pauvre petite!

[Look who it is! :D He's happy to give a bit of a smarmy smile, and attempts to grasp her hand so he can kiss the back.]

Is your Mundane being cruel to you, Mademoiselle Angleterre?

[mayshereign]

Oh, bugger, I have to deal with you now too? Just what this day needed. [Scowls, but does let him kiss her hand. Hmpf.]

She just can't make her mind up about anything, apparently. Nothing to worry about, dear.

[paysdelamour]

"Deal with?" If I didn't know any better, I would think you didn't want to see me.

[He's happy to kiss her hand, his smile turning gentile.]

I am sure things will somehow turn out for the best, non?

And think of it this way, ma belle - I get to play with you, here. And if you don't go to a game, you won't make Big Brother jealous~

[mayshereign]

"Jealous"? [Raises her eyebrow and snatches her hand back.] Excuse me, dear, but last I checked where I went was none of your business. [Though if her mundane had her way, she'd have a France wherever she went to play with but we do not always see eye to eye.]

Don't start thinking I want to "play" with you anywhere, frog, that's the last thing I need.

[sanskrit]

[now he just thinks england has a cute crush on her player.]

Toying with your heart, is she?

INDIA

[mayshereign]

[tsun tsun baby]

Toying with my patience, more like. Just when I thought I was rid of her she's pretending to be all interested again.

[sanskrit]

A bit of a cruel streak, then.

Namaste, England. You look well, even if you feel neglected.

[mayshereign]

Oh, well- Thank you, dear. You look as well as always, of course.