Action, and vastly belated

[freakystrong]

[A familiar musclebound troll is wandering the streets this evening, looking a bit lost. Familiar, that is, except for the ornate blue and gold gown he's wearing (and really, those puffed sleeves are not flattering on a fellow with arms that thick and shoulders that broad), and the elaborate braided updo his hair is in. His expression is sort of helpless and hopeful, and he keeps accosting any passers-by, hands clasped girlishly to his chest.]

Excuse me? Sirrah? Would you happen to know whence the castle has gotten to? I appear to be lost ...

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[maiditoutalive]

There you are!

[Under the circumstances, Aradia doesn't really look any different than she used to, now that she's a red priestess of a fire god and her clothes are still as obnoxiously red as ever. And she is marching him down like this is not one of the stranger things she's ever seen in her life.]

[freakystrong]

[Equius blinks at her, then smiles, lowering his gaze demurely.] Have you come to bring me back to the castle? My ancestor will be greatly pleased, and offer you a reward, I'm sure.

[maiditoutalive]

[Aradia the red priestess, Aradia in her power and her confidence, feels no shame and no regret in seizing by the arm and hauling him off.]

You shouldn't have left in the first place! The queen was quite anxious to learn you'd disappeared.

[freakystrong]

[He stumbles after her, trying to keep up, protesting-] But I didn't mean to go so far! I just wanted to be out a little, they keep me so cooped up, m'lady ...

[maiditoutalive]

For good reason! [It doesn't make any sense that small, almost delicate Aradia should be able to haul him around like she does, but oh does she ever, and does she make it hard to keep up.] You're supposed to be very important, you know. You can't just wander off whenever you feel like it.

[freakystrong]

I'm sorry! I just don't feel very important. Except for the betrothal ... [Ah, political marriage, the bane of pretty princesses everywhere. He tries to hurry, breaking out in a sweat as he lumbers after her as delicately as he can manage.] I'm not going to be punished, am I?

[maiditoutalive]

[Equius, please. Nobody will ever mistake you for delicate.]

I don't know, I didn't hear anything. Do you want to be?

[freakystrong]

[But he has to try! It's important!] Oh my goodness, of course not! [blushing hotly] That would be terrible. I'd be so ashamed ... [wistfully]

[maiditoutalive]

Well then, you know where you stand! [Bundling him right back into the "palace", fully intending to bully him right back into his tower.] So we won't have any more trouble out of you?

[freakystrong]

Well ... but ... I don't want to stay inside all the time ...

[maiditoutalive]

The queen doesn't have time to attend to that sort of thing right now. You are just going to have to find some way to live with it until all of this gets sorted out.

[freakystrong]

Do I have to? [whines] You could come keep me company ...

[maiditoutalive]

You know I'm really busy, princess.

[But that whining is just grating enough for her to give-]

One hour, ok? That's all.

[freakystrong]

[He beams! Then twirls a bit of his hair bashly.] You're very kind, miss, thank you ...

[dontmccallmyname]

...there was a castle here? How did I miss that?

[freakystrong]

Well, yes. It's where I was in residence. But it seems to have disappeared. [looking about in distress]

[dontmccallmyname]

In residence? [Scott glances about, too. Maybe he will spot the castle???? Wait. ] Wait, like in the apartments? I think those have been apartments for as long as I've been here.

[freakystrong]

Yes, I have spacious apartments in the castle. [agrees demurely] You know where they are?

[dontmccallmyname]

[What is this dude talking about? Anyway. Scott points out the apartment towers.]

That would be...those guys over there. It's not that far.

[freakystrong]

[looks at them, then frowns] I believe that is the abode of peasants. A lowblood hive, sirrah - it's not for me.

[dontmccallmyname]

[??????????? ? ? --scott mccall]

Uh, like...everyone lives there. Except the Avengers, I think.

[freakystrong]

I certainly do not! [looking appalled at such a suggestion!]

[dontmccallmyname]

[whoever this guy is, he completely believes what he's saying is the truth. scott's strangely uneven jaw works a little, and then his face clears. AN IDEA.]

Look, is...this like, some extreme LARP thing?

[freakystrong]

[blinks at him, then blushes a deep blue, smoothing his skirt and looking scandalized] I'm not sure what you're speaking of, sirrah, but it does not sound fit for the ears of a highborn lady.

sorry this is 100000 years late

[dontmccallmyname]

[scott opens his mouth to respond, but nothing really comes out. he clears his throat.]

You know, like...when you pretend you're other people.

[so, scott isn't really clear what LARP entails.]

Anyway, I mean, maybe you wanna try asking, like, other people dressed like you? 'Cause I'm not...

[he gestures to equius's clothes.]

Yeah.

It's cool, I'm in the same place myself. XD

[freakystrong]

You're not a lady? Yes, I had noticed. [primly] You think I should only speak to others of my stature and gender?