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if two nobles were on the moon and one let one into a nightclub would that be messed up or what

      ♕ “Non! It’s true! Despite appearances, can you not see that I am the real Marie Antoinette!? The queen beloved by her people, a people that were beloved by their queen! To tell me I’m not permitted entry into this establishment based on appearance alone…! Despite my age proper…! Is there no one in this place that can vouch for my identity!?” She’d attempted to gain entry to a night club, having heard it was a ‘fun place’. Only to be stopped by a bouncer that presumed she was a minor. ID? Was such a thing needed!?

     “Ah! Vous!” An aura most familiar stuck out among those passing by. Nobility? Perhaps. But a body of magical energy would never escape a Servant’s senses if they were close enough. It was a fair young woman with hair as white as snow. “Belle fille! You are a Servant, aren’t you? Please inform this man that I am indeed Marie Antoinette!”

     Really, the bouncer didn’t care who she was. Looking like that, she wasn’t getting in.

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     The girl’s call would earn her an incredulous look of indifference. The Servant population in this city had become an obvious fact to the princess in her stay, it was now just a gamble of which ones were those that faced against her and which weren’t. This one, in particular, she could not say -- as blue eyes that did not look at her, but above her, beyond her, yet inside her all the same.

     An enigma.

     An enigma that drew her into its own business, whether Anastasia cared for it or not.

     “...” Eyes flicker slowly between the sparkling Servant and the bouncer who was just a little less... sparkling. “It is as she says. The woman who stands before you is Marie Antoinette.” She pauses again, hoping that might be sufficient enough for her to leave. However, a last bit of prideful naivete coaxed another attempt from her lips.

     “...Also, you may recognize me is Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, if that is more to your sensibilities.”

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frostess replied to your post: “You should take a look in the mirror.”

…………….No Thank You..

“ANASTASIA.“ :/

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     “Please don’t be so loud.”

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     “---!”

     Crawling on the ground was no place for a princess. However, Anastasia was never the typical princess, nor was this a typical princess-like situation. Although she still maintained a degree of Territory Creation, she still required more range if she were to pop enough balloons to keep her safe. So brings us to the Imperial Princess on her hands and knees looking for stones and rocks she could chuck that would make an impact.

     So brings us to the bare feet of a strange-looking woman peering down to meet Anastasia’s gaze.

     “...What is it? Can I help you?”

@sucredanse

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kingofconquests‌:

“BAHAHA! Excellent!”

Even holding back, that was a pretty strong back pat. Poor thing looked fragile.

“So I have! I’ve consulted a planner for what a modern-day reception looks like in this century, not to worry. And while the announcement is a ruse, the banquet certainly isn’t. Woe to a king who does not invite a princess to a feast, hm?

     “GUH-------” Anastasia is just barely able to keep her skeleton from jumping out her body at such a pat. Jeeze...

     “Hah... I see.”

     “In that case, I must pick a coat suited for such an event.” Exciting... Anastasia scuttles off (before any more life-threatening back pats can be delivered.)

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kingofconquests‌:

There’s a snicker there, but it seems like he’s having fun.

“What I’m waiting to see is his reaction to it all. The man’s too dry, I think. So, Caster of Snows! You’ll celebrate with us tonight too, won’t you?”

     Anastasia puts a finger to her chin. On the one hand, to be had so easily was an embarrassment, given her reputation, and things still felt slightly awkward with the dry man in question. On the other, to think what kind of Ivan the Terrible might make.........

     “...Alright.” Temptation was a cruel siren.

     “I assume you’ve made all the necessary preparations?”

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kingofconquests‌:

“Mmhm! It was all very romantic. A side I’ve yet to see of such a stoic ruler. Words can’t describe it, really.”

     “That---!”

     “...Ah. I see, now... It was a joke.”

     “Isn’t that right? A joke. Right? You’re joking...?”

[kingofconquests]

“Attention, everyone!”

“I am pleased to announce the successful marriage of the Tzar and myself! We are having a feast honoring our union this evening, so please, bring us your finest gifts as tribute! We would be happy to be blessed with your presence.”

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     “Hmm.. oh... I see...”

     “WHAT!?”

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PERMANENT STARTER/PLOTTER CALL ~ CASTER

Hello!! I thought I would finally throw one of these out -- since Anastasia is not the friendliest up-front, it might help to leisurely plan things out in advance in order to further mingle with the community. By liking this you indicate you wouldn’t mind the following:

          - IC asks           - potential plotting           - 7 flavors of meme day           - Building a relationship between your muse and Anastasia, whether it’s friendly or antagonistic

Some things to possibly keep in mind...

Anastasia may have a cold, indifferent exterior but behind a wall of ice lies quite the fiery princess. With several traumatic incidents under her belt, Anastasia has grown terrified of being left alone. Anyone who would be able to get past her initial mistrust and allow her to warm up at a steady pace would earn a fierce devotion, and possibly a few tricks played on them.

Furthermore, Anastasia has come from a canon point of failing her goal and no longer has Viy, her trusted contracted demon, beside her. Due to these factors she is a bit more mistrusting than usual, but is taking it day by day.

Anastasia is royalty through and through. She does not enjoy being ordered around or looked down upon and there would be very little holding her back from retaliation. She gives orders flawlessly and, despite several hardships, quietly enjoys a pampered lifestyle.

Anastasia can and will throw something at you if so inclined.

She is as fierce in conviction as she is naive, whether your muse would want to exploit that or cozy up to it would yield interesting results either way and I am open to all kinds of interaction! let’s all have fun

OTHER FATES: If your character experienced the first Lostbelt and you’d like to plot something around that, I’m definitely down. Or if your canon point has nothing to do with it, I’m still down!

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arsnova‌:

“Oh! Now that you mention it, it could have been Captain Drake. She’s always been known for her rowdy style. I’m not sure about the second sun, though… Hmm, okay. Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen! That’s the easiest way to forget about it.”

     “Forget about it...”

     “I never forget.” Not about parties, of course, or perceived parties. With those words spoken in place of a salutation, Anastasia quietly makes a hasty exit.

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arsnova‌:

“… No? Not the street fight? Or the giant sun? I mean, I could be imagining things, but I’m certain they were there a few hours ago.”

     “Street fighting and a... giant sun...?” Anastasia shoots an upward glance into the pointedly normal-sized sun. And her conclusion:

     “...I understand. That Sir Francis Drake. She must have thrown her party already. She seems the type for street violence rendezvous... How brutish.”

[arsnova]

“Good grief, there’s always something going on. Why can’t we have quiet Friday for once?”

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     “...I don’t see anything happening.” Though speaking in her usual indifference, Anastasia squints even harder, bending even more slightly forward.

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seafavored‌:

The girl’s sudden change in demeanor surprises her. “Oh, really?” If this was to be a competition to see who would win the prize first, the princess was not going to lose. “How kind of you.” Plucking the coin from the girl’s hand, Kougyoku steps in front of the machine. Though she wasn’t a professional by any means and didn’t have a good chance for victory, she would not let this opportunity pass her by. “We’ll see, then.” In goes the coin to the slot and her attention becomes fully focused.

It’s hard to maneuver. In fact, she’s sure that this is an impossible game to be won. Slowly, slowly she eases the grappling hand directly above the prize, a simple pink teddy bear, before bringing it down and managing to take hold of it. Carefully, the hand is raised and as it ever so slowly begins to make it’s way to the prize slot, time runs out and the bear drops back down and out of her reach. So close, yet still so far. Kougyoku is still for a long moment, head hanging in defeat.

“I suppose it’s your turn now, isn’t it…?”

     Anastasia saves her small smile for when the other girl turns toward the machine so that she may not be caught with it. Still, it does not last long as her vision tunnels to inside the contraption. A machine filled with dreams and fluff only accessible by a gruesome trial that could push even the most dedicated monk’s patience.

     A trial that, it seems, the other girl had succumbed to.

     “I suppose so...”

     Moving in front of the machine, Anastasia steels her resolve as the Imperial Princess before carefully moving the crane over the coveted prize and....

      .....Fails miserably. She inhales quietly, staring expressionless. This will not get to her. A simple game, an even simpler prize. Anastasia takes a small step back.

     “I need a rock.”

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erudorago‌:

Caster Anastasia, huh! Yeah, that didn’t ring any immediate bells. As far as she knew, there was a million of them in history.  Wasn’t the wife of Ivan’s that too? Small world. This girl acted hoity-toity just like the emperor in both posture and demand. Drake’s laughter chimed shortly, a ring of bells.  “You were spying on us just to know that? Really, lass, you’re a silly one.”

  “ We were just planning a party. You’re more than welcome to come. It’ll be on my ship at the docks in a week.”  With a thumb, she gestured over her shoulder. an approximate direction. “ Ivan, the old coot, is a friend of mine.  You know him? He looks scary but he’s not so bad if you want to talk to him or get his autograph. 5 dust, though. ”

     Anastasia feels one of her eyes give an involuntary twitch at the woman’s overly-casual way of referring to the Tzar. The same Tzar whose praises would have been sung lest one cared for punishment. The same Tzar whose sleeping reign was bloated in death and sorrow.

        The same Tzar who was now being called an old coot and friend all in one.

      She shouldn’t be so surprised, she supposes, Ivan was still a person underneath a weighted crown for whom personal relationships were important. Yes, she should know better than anyone... Yet -- it just keeps ringing in her head. Old coot. Old coot. 

    “Old coot...” Ah. She said it. “No, I’m not looking for an autograph... That’s really all there is to it?” She scrunches her nose lightly. “You’re just friends planning a party? Really? That’s it...? Really?”

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avengefull‌:

      「 ⋮ ✖ ⋮ 」–– “Who says its gotta be sweet? There’s no rule about that crap…” Velvet was kidding around of course, but she continued indulging her with her ridiculous idea after shrugging. “Maybe you can say that your relationship is as ‘hot’ as the chocolate.”

     “.........”

     “..................................” The princess of ice is soon on the verge of melting -- a blush painting her cheeks a dangerous red as her mouth hangs open. She means to object, but suddenly -- “Ah.” It goes away. “As a joke, inserting something spicy into an otherwise sweet chocolate might just do... Even a masochist with only sour facial expressions might make a funny face....”

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solomonsbane‌:

“No…No I’m sure you of all people wouldn’t. I apologize…”

A hand moved to comfort the princess, placing a hand over the one that clung to her as another shot rang out. Al knew the scare tactic. Nandaleh would fire off several blank shots that signaled a false distance to guide her target before picking them off when they least expected it. Al herself was a fan of it, she had fallen for it once, but had since turned it into a game.

One most civilians wouldn’t dare get caught in the middle of. 

“You won’t have to worry about Nonnie. She likes pretty girls like you and nobles tend to like her as well despite her being their antithesis. Basically, don’t get hit by a stray bullet or we’ll both feel terrible.”

“As for this quarrel of ours, I’ll do my best to draw her fire. To do that, I’ll be taking you hostage.”

     Anastasia’s hand retracts upon feeling the other girl’s come to comfort her. It was by pure instinct of a fear hammered into her that she had even reached out, something she wasn’t proud of but couldn’t cover up nonetheless. Furthermore, she hadn’t decided whether this strange woman was trustworthy or not, no matter how lackadaisical her words or bright her smile.

     Not even calling Anastasia pretty -- though it might gain her half a point in her favor -- could make up for her next words.

     “--Excuse me?”

      So it was between trying to dodge a barrage of bullets or submitting herself hostage to this strange witch? Anastasia’s face could no longer veil the frustration broiling inside her. This wasn’t fair -- but then again, she was used to that, wasn’t she?

     It takes her a few moments to redraw her composition as an Imperial Princess. What choice did she have, in the end? If this woman wanted to kill her, both ways would just result in her being shot. If she went along with her plans, at least she might find an alternate route of escape along the way. That is the logic Anastasia used to covet any burning emotion.

     “...Fine.” She concedes at last with a restrained sigh, clearly not in favor, but with no other options. “Tell me what I must do.”

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seafavored‌:

It feels as if she’s being mocked at this point. Gazing longingly at the machine in front of her, only moving aside when someone else wanted to try for the stuffed animal as she prayed for their failure. Though it’s not as if she could ever play it herself. As much as she wanted the stuffed animal inside, she didn’t have the money to waste to try getting it. Plus, she wasn’t exactly skilled with games like these.

Frustrated and just about ready to give up and go home for the day, she’s only stopped by the offer of another. A girl, around the same age, as she is, probably. Kougyoku looks her over for a moment before finally speaking. “A coin, really? You’d pay for a stranger to play?” As tempting as it is, there must be some sort of catch and even if there isn’t…Kougyoku turns her eyes back to the prize.

“Even if you did, I’m not sure I’d be able to get it.”

     Anastasia waits until the other girl has turned her gaze back towards the prize to pout. It was not often she reached out to others, so to be met with such blatant suspicion was -------

      ---------------- ...Well. Frankly, understandable, she supposes she would have responded just the same. At this point she might have walked away, as she would have wanted one to do if the roles were reversed, but Anastasia’s impish stubbornness wins out. Perhaps a different approach might yield another result.

     “Hmph. I was just going to give you a chance before I took over and won it for myself.”

     She glances towards the pink-haired girl from the corner of her eye, now offering a spare coin between her fingers idly within her reach. “...Well? Decide quickly, please.” She adds softly, eyeing anyone who got dangerously close to the machine in question.

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rushifua‌:

While this area of the city wasn’t a place she was particularly fond of, it did have it’s uses. Information about what was going on among the underground societies was what she was mainly after. But collecting some money from the gamblers or stealing a weapon from an intoxicated thug never hurt.

While it wasn’t uncommon to see someone that doesn’t match the usual types, it was rare that they ever decided to stay around. So when she saw the stranger, she kept walking while keeping to herself. Only when she was addressed did she decide to stop. Bringing her attention back to her with the usual blank expression.

“No, I’m not. Does it look like I am?” Spoken as a genuine question rather than a rude retort.

     For being such a young-looking girl, the expression Anastasia was greeted with was unexpectedly mature. Betraying her hopes that she might relate to another girl’s situation, the princess begins another approach.

     “No. I did not mean to imply that...” She starts, swallowing any nervousness that came with the strange, surrounding area. Luckily, Anastasia herself had mastered the art of the pokerface to some degree.

     “There aren’t many people that look around our age here.” She starts, stating the truth plainly, even if the other girl looked just a bit younger. “Seeing you was a surprise, so I was wondering where you might be going.”