Roleplay Blog For C!Petty

I don’t know why i’ve made this (lie) it probably won’t get used much (maybe a lie? We’ll see) but it’s here now (truth! Wow, a rarity)

[just-petty-rp]

Hello peoples, it is I, cc!Petty. This will now be the place where I shall be doing roleplay for c!Petty in the kingdoms rp, although if you couldn’t tell this by now you really need to get, idk, maybe some glasses or something? It’s literally right there, in the header, but I digress.

I wanted to have a clear difference between c!Petty and me responding to jst, cuz i hate using the same blog for both, and Petty is my main showerfam blog, although i have many others primarily used for the rp, but yeah i hate rp-ing on my main shower blog, so that’s what this is for!

I have no idea if i’ll actually use it much or at all, but if i decide to then I’ve got it, and if you wanna see that then you’re in the right place I guess.

That’s all i have to say, goodbye weirdos (/lh)

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast starts to drum his fingers on the table.

[just-camilla]

"I noticed," she looked over at Bast, "just how old are you? Are you a vampire like Mom?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla, don't be rude. You shouldn't ask things like that, "

[just-petty-rp]

“Yeah, it’s true, that’s rude, but also, how old are you? How’d you get here?”

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not a vampire. Only a year younger than Seph, and it’s complicated.” Bast looks upwards, as if counting internally. “I believe that was all the questions.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Both of you need to mind your manners! " she scowls at them, "he isn't here to be interrogated. I thought I raised you better. "

[just-camilla]

"Well, you didn't exactly raise me," she shrugged, "and I....didn't really get taught manners either way Mom"

[just-petty-rp]

Petty sits back, staring at Bast “I was taught manners. But I thought you would’ve told us about your seven hundred year old cousin at some point, unless there’s something to hide”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Blame him for that! I've been trying to get you two in the same room again for nearly 15 years!"

[just-bast-rp]

Bast grins. Tempers are rising, yes, this is a situation he can navigate. “Temperamental as always, cousin,” he chastises Sephitus. “Truly you and your wife are fleas in a pod now. And child,” he turns to Petty, “you truly don’t remember me? And after all those games of chess, too.”

[just-camilla]

Camilla frowned. "Don't talk about my Momma like that," she spat.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla... He doesn't mean like that. He's not insulting her. He's just trying to rile us up."

[just-petty-rp]

“What chess games? I’ve played chess before, I don’t remember playing with someone dressed like a cosplayer when I waa younger.”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast shrugs at the duchess. “Old habits, I suppose.” Then he turns back to Petty. “Maybe you’ll recognize this side of me better.”

All the color seems to drain from his body, then he gets darker, as if the shadows of the night were surrounding him like a cloak. Except for his eyes, which fade into a pearly white. When the darkness is thick enough that his features can no longer be made out, he reverts completely to his natural form, a vaguely humanoid tar-like substance with plain white eyes.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh for fucks sake," she sighs and lies her head in her hands, "if you stain anything I'll murder you, goop boy. I swear I'll find away. "

[just-camilla]

Camilla hissed at Bast, scooting away from him. "Why are you just...letting him insult Momma and mess with Petty?!"

[just-bast-rp]

“Insult?” Bast gasps in mock shock before turning to Sephitus. “You mean you still haven’t figured it out?”

[just-petty-rp]

“Could someone please start talking sense? I feel like this conversation is a fucking chess game, and I can’t keep up”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"I'm not sure what he's on about this time either, " she groans softly, "he speaks in bloody riddles all the time. This is why you don't have any friends Bast. "

[just-camilla]

She glared at Bast and Duchess, "Stop being so secretive and cryptid, and just say what's going on!"

[just-bast-rp]

“Cryptic, child,” Bast says, clarifying the least confusing part of the conversation, “And I’ll tell you what. As a show of my kindness, I’ll answer a question for each of you, no riddles, no lies, no games. How’s that sound?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh so you can't give me a straight answer for the past few centuries but they get questions answered no games? Surprised you're capable of that"

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. Who’s question is next?” Bast grinned.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Fuck you, Sebastian! I wish you drank the poison sometimes, you know that?"

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not. And I do know that. Two more answers, just for you. Aren’t I generous? Now give the children a turn.”

[just-petty-rp]

Petty raises her hand “Yeah, I have a question. Who are you? A detailed answer would be preferable”

[just-bast-rp]

“My name is, er, was Sebastian Reginald Lianidus Edward Alexander Charles Williamson the Third, give or take a few names. Nowadays I go by Bast. I was the prince, in line for the throne so many centuries ago. Not that I ever wanted it. I just wanted to be left to my studies. Then I was cursed into what you see before you—” Bast gestures to his form “—and got to do just that. Curiosity placated?”

[just-petty-rp]

“Not by a long shot. In fact, I have even more questions now. But this is a good start, I guess”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast starts to drum his fingers on the table.

[just-camilla]

"I noticed," she looked over at Bast, "just how old are you? Are you a vampire like Mom?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla, don't be rude. You shouldn't ask things like that, "

[just-petty-rp]

“Yeah, it’s true, that’s rude, but also, how old are you? How’d you get here?”

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not a vampire. Only a year younger than Seph, and it’s complicated.” Bast looks upwards, as if counting internally. “I believe that was all the questions.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Both of you need to mind your manners! " she scowls at them, "he isn't here to be interrogated. I thought I raised you better. "

[just-camilla]

"Well, you didn't exactly raise me," she shrugged, "and I....didn't really get taught manners either way Mom"

[just-petty-rp]

Petty sits back, staring at Bast “I was taught manners. But I thought you would’ve told us about your seven hundred year old cousin at some point, unless there’s something to hide”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Blame him for that! I've been trying to get you two in the same room again for nearly 15 years!"

[just-bast-rp]

Bast grins. Tempers are rising, yes, this is a situation he can navigate. “Temperamental as always, cousin,” he chastises Sephitus. “Truly you and your wife are fleas in a pod now. And child,” he turns to Petty, “you truly don’t remember me? And after all those games of chess, too.”

[just-camilla]

Camilla frowned. "Don't talk about my Momma like that," she spat.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla... He doesn't mean like that. He's not insulting her. He's just trying to rile us up."

[just-petty-rp]

“What chess games? I’ve played chess before, I don’t remember playing with someone dressed like a cosplayer when I waa younger.”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast shrugs at the duchess. “Old habits, I suppose.” Then he turns back to Petty. “Maybe you’ll recognize this side of me better.”

All the color seems to drain from his body, then he gets darker, as if the shadows of the night were surrounding him like a cloak. Except for his eyes, which fade into a pearly white. When the darkness is thick enough that his features can no longer be made out, he reverts completely to his natural form, a vaguely humanoid tar-like substance with plain white eyes.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh for fucks sake," she sighs and lies her head in her hands, "if you stain anything I'll murder you, goop boy. I swear I'll find away. "

[just-camilla]

Camilla hissed at Bast, scooting away from him. "Why are you just...letting him insult Momma and mess with Petty?!"

[just-bast-rp]

“Insult?” Bast gasps in mock shock before turning to Sephitus. “You mean you still haven’t figured it out?”

[just-petty-rp]

“Could someone please start talking sense? I feel like this conversation is a fucking chess game, and I can’t keep up”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"I'm not sure what he's on about this time either, " she groans softly, "he speaks in bloody riddles all the time. This is why you don't have any friends Bast. "

[just-camilla]

She glared at Bast and Duchess, "Stop being so secretive and cryptid, and just say what's going on!"

[just-bast-rp]

“Cryptic, child,” Bast says, clarifying the least confusing part of the conversation, “And I’ll tell you what. As a show of my kindness, I’ll answer a question for each of you, no riddles, no lies, no games. How’s that sound?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh so you can't give me a straight answer for the past few centuries but they get questions answered no games? Surprised you're capable of that"

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. Who’s question is next?” Bast grinned.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Fuck you, Sebastian! I wish you drank the poison sometimes, you know that?"

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not. And I do know that. Two more answers, just for you. Aren’t I generous? Now give the children a turn.”

[just-petty-rp]

Petty raises her hand “Yeah, I have a question. Who are you? A detailed answer would be preferable”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast starts to drum his fingers on the table.

[just-camilla]

"I noticed," she looked over at Bast, "just how old are you? Are you a vampire like Mom?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla, don't be rude. You shouldn't ask things like that, "

[just-petty-rp]

“Yeah, it’s true, that’s rude, but also, how old are you? How’d you get here?”

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not a vampire. Only a year younger than Seph, and it’s complicated.” Bast looks upwards, as if counting internally. “I believe that was all the questions.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Both of you need to mind your manners! " she scowls at them, "he isn't here to be interrogated. I thought I raised you better. "

[just-camilla]

"Well, you didn't exactly raise me," she shrugged, "and I....didn't really get taught manners either way Mom"

[just-petty-rp]

Petty sits back, staring at Bast “I was taught manners. But I thought you would’ve told us about your seven hundred year old cousin at some point, unless there’s something to hide”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Blame him for that! I've been trying to get you two in the same room again for nearly 15 years!"

[just-bast-rp]

Bast grins. Tempers are rising, yes, this is a situation he can navigate. “Temperamental as always, cousin,” he chastises Sephitus. “Truly you and your wife are fleas in a pod now. And child,” he turns to Petty, “you truly don’t remember me? And after all those games of chess, too.”

[just-camilla]

Camilla frowned. "Don't talk about my Momma like that," she spat.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla... He doesn't mean like that. He's not insulting her. He's just trying to rile us up."

[just-petty-rp]

“What chess games? I’ve played chess before, I don’t remember playing with someone dressed like a cosplayer when I waa younger.”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast shrugs at the duchess. “Old habits, I suppose.” Then he turns back to Petty. “Maybe you’ll recognize this side of me better.”

All the color seems to drain from his body, then he gets darker, as if the shadows of the night were surrounding him like a cloak. Except for his eyes, which fade into a pearly white. When the darkness is thick enough that his features can no longer be made out, he reverts completely to his natural form, a vaguely humanoid tar-like substance with plain white eyes.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh for fucks sake," she sighs and lies her head in her hands, "if you stain anything I'll murder you, goop boy. I swear I'll find away. "

[just-camilla]

Camilla hissed at Bast, scooting away from him. "Why are you just...letting him insult Momma and mess with Petty?!"

[just-bast-rp]

“Insult?” Bast gasps in mock shock before turning to Sephitus. “You mean you still haven’t figured it out?”

[just-petty-rp]

“Could someone please start talking sense? I feel like this conversation is a fucking chess game, and I can’t keep up”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast starts to drum his fingers on the table.

[just-camilla]

"I noticed," she looked over at Bast, "just how old are you? Are you a vampire like Mom?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla, don't be rude. You shouldn't ask things like that, "

[just-petty-rp]

“Yeah, it’s true, that’s rude, but also, how old are you? How’d you get here?”

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not a vampire. Only a year younger than Seph, and it’s complicated.” Bast looks upwards, as if counting internally. “I believe that was all the questions.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Both of you need to mind your manners! " she scowls at them, "he isn't here to be interrogated. I thought I raised you better. "

[just-camilla]

"Well, you didn't exactly raise me," she shrugged, "and I....didn't really get taught manners either way Mom"

[just-petty-rp]

Petty sits back, staring at Bast “I was taught manners. But I thought you would’ve told us about your seven hundred year old cousin at some point, unless there’s something to hide”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Blame him for that! I've been trying to get you two in the same room again for nearly 15 years!"

[just-bast-rp]

Bast grins. Tempers are rising, yes, this is a situation he can navigate. “Temperamental as always, cousin,” he chastises Sephitus. “Truly you and your wife are fleas in a pod now. And child,” he turns to Petty, “you truly don’t remember me? And after all those games of chess, too.”

[just-camilla]

Camilla frowned. "Don't talk about my Momma like that," she spat.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla... He doesn't mean like that. He's not insulting her. He's just trying to rile us up."

[just-petty-rp]

“What chess games? I’ve played chess before, I don’t remember playing with someone dressed like a cosplayer when I waa younger.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast starts to drum his fingers on the table.

[just-camilla]

"I noticed," she looked over at Bast, "just how old are you? Are you a vampire like Mom?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla, don't be rude. You shouldn't ask things like that, "

[just-petty-rp]

“Yeah, it’s true, that’s rude, but also, how old are you? How’d you get here?”

[just-bast-rp]

“I am not a vampire. Only a year younger than Seph, and it’s complicated.” Bast looks upwards, as if counting internally. “I believe that was all the questions.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Both of you need to mind your manners! " she scowls at them, "he isn't here to be interrogated. I thought I raised you better. "

[just-camilla]

"Well, you didn't exactly raise me," she shrugged, "and I....didn't really get taught manners either way Mom"

[just-petty-rp]

Petty sits back, staring at Bast “I was taught manners. But I thought you would’ve told us about your seven hundred year old cousin at some point, unless there’s something to hide”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast starts to drum his fingers on the table.

[just-camilla]

"I noticed," she looked over at Bast, "just how old are you? Are you a vampire like Mom?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Camilla, don't be rude. You shouldn't ask things like that, "

[just-petty-rp]

“Yeah, it’s true, that’s rude, but also, how old are you? How’d you get here?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes. By both blood and law.”

[just-camilla]

"Well, I like Great-Grand more. Sounds...funnier," she smiled and waved happily at Petty, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever makes you happy darling.... Bast's father and mine were brothers. We grew up together. "

[just-petty-rp]

Petty smiles at Camilla, waving back “Hi, yeah, I’ve been… busy”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-camilla]

"I don't like your cousin Momma," Camilla teleported into the room, popping up next to Bast, "he looks funny"

[just-bast-rp]

“Truly you take after your mother.” Bast adjusts his coat again. “This was the height of fashion in my day.”

[just-camilla]

"Your day passed a long time ago then, yeah?" She smiled sweetly, "Soooo are you my Great-Grand Cousin?"

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"First cousin once removed actually."

[just-petty-rp]

“Same to me, right?” Petty sits down opposite Bast

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"This is my cousin. " she smiled at petty, "please, sit. I'm sure the others will be here soon"

[just-petty-rp]

“Cousin?” She walks over hesitantly, sitting opposite to Bast “Aren’t you like, old? No offense, I mean literally, like, post-human lifespan”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bast-rp]

Bast straightens in his chair, pushing his hair back with one hand. “Not at all, Petty.”

[just-petty-rp]

“Uuuhh huh. And who are you?”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

*Having returned from the funeral and officially taken over as Duchess again, Bathbomb makes a point of inviting the eldests to a dinner together. @just-camilla, @just-petty-rp, and @just-spine. Hopefully at least one of them will show up for a little introduction to her cousin, @just-bast-rp.*

[just-bast-rp]

A gurgling from within the walls announces the first arrival of the evening. Sure enough, within a minute something dark oozes under the door. Pulling himself upright, Bast says, “Oh dear, I seem to have missed dinner. My sincerest apologies. We’ll try again next century.” He reaches for the door handle.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Oh no you don't! Youre the first one here, and I'm willing to bet you already knew that. Sit down." She rushes to the door to block it even though he could easily get around her, "you're doing this. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Fine.” Bast crosses his arms as he turns around, shifting into the body of a young adult, with messy blond hair and regal clothes several centuries out of fashion. He sits at the table. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be playing nice.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

She frowns at the appearal. "You really need to update your wardrobe. You look like you're going to a reenactment. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Yes, let me just head to the tailor, who is going to have an extremely normal reaction when I explain that the clothing must be able to melt and solidify at will.” Bast adjusts the purple coat. “Besides. I like it.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Whatever you say old man... Are you nervous about meeting them?"

[just-bast-rp]

“Such emotions are beneath me.” Bast says, turning his nose up and not answering the question.

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Terrified, got it. This will be good for you, you know that right? You need to have people other than me around. I might be immortal, but I'm not invincible. If I die, I don't want you being alone. "

[just-bast-rp]

“‘Alone’. As if I don’t intimately know everything that happens here. I’m the least ‘alone’ in this entire kingdom.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"You know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you have companionship. I'm your only friend, and that's saying something considering you constantly try to kill me. "

[just-bast-rp]

“Don’t flatter yourself. I try to kill a lot of people.”

[just-bathbomb-rp]

"Exactly my point. I'm not special to you, and yet I'm your only companion. The only one that actually knows you anymore."

[just-petty-rp]

There’s a cough from the doorway “Um, hi. Am I interrupting anything?”

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*Petty is waiting for Bathbomb at the car, sitting on her bag on the floor.*

*she's talking quietly with a staff member as she comes closer, barely giving her a glance before getting into the car wordlessly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she looks a little sad, and stands up, grabbing her bag and jumping into the car*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she smiles a little at her, passing something to the staff member who quickly went back inside* are you ready to go?

[just-petty-rp]

*she nods* ready when you are, yes

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

You never met this family did you?

[just-petty-rp]

*she shakes her head*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Well... Makes sense. I don't like them... Never invited them to the manor or visited

[just-petty-rp]

Why?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Long story. I caused one of theirs to be murdered. Accidentally, but still. I doubt they know that. It was centuries ago. When I was still human.

[just-petty-rp]

Oh. Wow. Well… that is, something.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My father sent him to the war because I didn't like somethi he did. He died fighting on the front lines.

[just-petty-rp]

I see… did he deserve it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Logically? Yes. I'd do the same thing my father did if someone did that to any of my children.

[just-petty-rp]

Well, I guess that’s good then. Maybe it’s for the best we haven’t met them before

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

They're many generations removed.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah. I guess maybe taking out your wrath on younger generations of a family isn’t a good way to cope *she glares at her* who woulda thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs softly but doesn't argue* I just don't like being around them. I never did anything to hurt them. I don't like seeing the similarities between them and my ex fiance. They have some rather stubborn genetics that haven't seemed to go away. W

[just-petty-rp]

Alright, I guess that’s fine. Why are you coming with me then? Couldn’t you just say I was acting Duchess and get out of it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm taking over again soon. I need to go.

[just-petty-rp]

Mkay. What’s it like there?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The country? Peaceful. There's some farms we can visit if you want?

[just-petty-rp]

Sure, I don’t go to farms very often

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'll arrange to visit one then. It is harvest season, maybe there's a market we could visit too.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, sounds good. I don’t have to do anything other than just… be here, right?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Just try not to offend anyone and you'll do great. I'll handle the diplomatic stuff. The new Marquis is younger than you so you couldn't have to do this again anytime soon.

[just-petty-rp]

Ok… I just wanna get this over with. *she frowns, looking out the window*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

That's assuming there's not an assassination or an uprising though...

[just-petty-rp]

Oh, how comforting. Thank you, for that thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My ex-wife just tried to overthrow me. It's a possibility.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, whatever. Hopefully this family isn’t as dramatic as ours is.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Every family has its quirks. Ours just tend to be more life threatening.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm sorry about that by the way.

[just-petty-rp]

Sorry? About which bit?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The... Murder... ?

[just-petty-rp]

Ah, yes, I thought so, but I wondered if maybe you were apologising for making me think you cared for me for 18 years when really you just felt guilty for that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I do care about you! You're still my daughter Petty!

[just-petty-rp]

I don’t know if I believe you! If you’re willing to kill your own nieces and sister-in-law, what’s stopping you from dropping me at the feet of an assassin the moment I do something you don’t like?!

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Because I love you! I am so sorry I hurt you Petty, but can't change it. All I can do is promise that I won't do it again. Ever.

[just-petty-rp]

*she goes silent for a long time. Like, a while. She doesn’t speak for a good 15 minutes at least. She didn’t even react to what she just said either*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs and stares out the window in silence*

[just-petty-rp]

*after a while of no talking, she finally spoke, very quietly* … I love you too.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she turns to look at her sharply, looking like she's about to burst into tears. She leans over and hugs Petty tightly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she tenses up, but slowly relaxes into the hug, unsure about hugging back*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she let's go and clears her throat* sorry...

[just-petty-rp]

It’s fine… I wanna make it clear, this doesn’t mean I’m not still pretty hurt and- and angry that you had them killed, I am, I just… I’m tired of hating you for it. It isn’t helping me, or you, and it’s just making me feel worse.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I understand... If you need anything, like therapy or whatever, just ask. I'll make arrangements

[just-petty-rp]

*she nods* ok. Thank you.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*Petty is waiting for Bathbomb at the car, sitting on her bag on the floor.*

*she's talking quietly with a staff member as she comes closer, barely giving her a glance before getting into the car wordlessly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she looks a little sad, and stands up, grabbing her bag and jumping into the car*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she smiles a little at her, passing something to the staff member who quickly went back inside* are you ready to go?

[just-petty-rp]

*she nods* ready when you are, yes

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

You never met this family did you?

[just-petty-rp]

*she shakes her head*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Well... Makes sense. I don't like them... Never invited them to the manor or visited

[just-petty-rp]

Why?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Long story. I caused one of theirs to be murdered. Accidentally, but still. I doubt they know that. It was centuries ago. When I was still human.

[just-petty-rp]

Oh. Wow. Well… that is, something.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My father sent him to the war because I didn't like somethi he did. He died fighting on the front lines.

[just-petty-rp]

I see… did he deserve it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Logically? Yes. I'd do the same thing my father did if someone did that to any of my children.

[just-petty-rp]

Well, I guess that’s good then. Maybe it’s for the best we haven’t met them before

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

They're many generations removed.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah. I guess maybe taking out your wrath on younger generations of a family isn’t a good way to cope *she glares at her* who woulda thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs softly but doesn't argue* I just don't like being around them. I never did anything to hurt them. I don't like seeing the similarities between them and my ex fiance. They have some rather stubborn genetics that haven't seemed to go away. W

[just-petty-rp]

Alright, I guess that’s fine. Why are you coming with me then? Couldn’t you just say I was acting Duchess and get out of it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm taking over again soon. I need to go.

[just-petty-rp]

Mkay. What’s it like there?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The country? Peaceful. There's some farms we can visit if you want?

[just-petty-rp]

Sure, I don’t go to farms very often

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'll arrange to visit one then. It is harvest season, maybe there's a market we could visit too.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, sounds good. I don’t have to do anything other than just… be here, right?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Just try not to offend anyone and you'll do great. I'll handle the diplomatic stuff. The new Marquis is younger than you so you couldn't have to do this again anytime soon.

[just-petty-rp]

Ok… I just wanna get this over with. *she frowns, looking out the window*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

That's assuming there's not an assassination or an uprising though...

[just-petty-rp]

Oh, how comforting. Thank you, for that thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My ex-wife just tried to overthrow me. It's a possibility.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, whatever. Hopefully this family isn’t as dramatic as ours is.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Every family has its quirks. Ours just tend to be more life threatening.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm sorry about that by the way.

[just-petty-rp]

Sorry? About which bit?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The... Murder... ?

[just-petty-rp]

Ah, yes, I thought so, but I wondered if maybe you were apologising for making me think you cared for me for 18 years when really you just felt guilty for that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I do care about you! You're still my daughter Petty!

[just-petty-rp]

I don’t know if I believe you! If you’re willing to kill your own nieces and sister-in-law, what’s stopping you from dropping me at the feet of an assassin the moment I do something you don’t like?!

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Because I love you! I am so sorry I hurt you Petty, but can't change it. All I can do is promise that I won't do it again. Ever.

[just-petty-rp]

*she goes silent for a long time. Like, a while. She doesn’t speak for a good 15 minutes at least. She didn’t even react to what she just said either*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs and stares out the window in silence*

[just-petty-rp]

*after a while of no talking, she finally spoke, very quietly* … I love you too.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she turns to look at her sharply, looking like she's about to burst into tears. She leans over and hugs Petty tightly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she tenses up, but slowly relaxes into the hug, unsure about hugging back*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she let's go and clears her throat* sorry...

[just-petty-rp]

It’s fine… I wanna make it clear, this doesn’t mean I’m not still pretty hurt and- and angry that you had them killed, I am, I just… I’m tired of hating you for it. It isn’t helping me, or you, and it’s just making me feel worse.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*Petty is waiting for Bathbomb at the car, sitting on her bag on the floor.*

*she's talking quietly with a staff member as she comes closer, barely giving her a glance before getting into the car wordlessly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she looks a little sad, and stands up, grabbing her bag and jumping into the car*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she smiles a little at her, passing something to the staff member who quickly went back inside* are you ready to go?

[just-petty-rp]

*she nods* ready when you are, yes

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

You never met this family did you?

[just-petty-rp]

*she shakes her head*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Well... Makes sense. I don't like them... Never invited them to the manor or visited

[just-petty-rp]

Why?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Long story. I caused one of theirs to be murdered. Accidentally, but still. I doubt they know that. It was centuries ago. When I was still human.

[just-petty-rp]

Oh. Wow. Well… that is, something.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My father sent him to the war because I didn't like somethi he did. He died fighting on the front lines.

[just-petty-rp]

I see… did he deserve it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Logically? Yes. I'd do the same thing my father did if someone did that to any of my children.

[just-petty-rp]

Well, I guess that’s good then. Maybe it’s for the best we haven’t met them before

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

They're many generations removed.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah. I guess maybe taking out your wrath on younger generations of a family isn’t a good way to cope *she glares at her* who woulda thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs softly but doesn't argue* I just don't like being around them. I never did anything to hurt them. I don't like seeing the similarities between them and my ex fiance. They have some rather stubborn genetics that haven't seemed to go away. W

[just-petty-rp]

Alright, I guess that’s fine. Why are you coming with me then? Couldn’t you just say I was acting Duchess and get out of it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm taking over again soon. I need to go.

[just-petty-rp]

Mkay. What’s it like there?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The country? Peaceful. There's some farms we can visit if you want?

[just-petty-rp]

Sure, I don’t go to farms very often

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'll arrange to visit one then. It is harvest season, maybe there's a market we could visit too.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, sounds good. I don’t have to do anything other than just… be here, right?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Just try not to offend anyone and you'll do great. I'll handle the diplomatic stuff. The new Marquis is younger than you so you couldn't have to do this again anytime soon.

[just-petty-rp]

Ok… I just wanna get this over with. *she frowns, looking out the window*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

That's assuming there's not an assassination or an uprising though...

[just-petty-rp]

Oh, how comforting. Thank you, for that thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My ex-wife just tried to overthrow me. It's a possibility.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, whatever. Hopefully this family isn’t as dramatic as ours is.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Every family has its quirks. Ours just tend to be more life threatening.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm sorry about that by the way.

[just-petty-rp]

Sorry? About which bit?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The... Murder... ?

[just-petty-rp]

Ah, yes, I thought so, but I wondered if maybe you were apologising for making me think you cared for me for 18 years when really you just felt guilty for that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I do care about you! You're still my daughter Petty!

[just-petty-rp]

I don’t know if I believe you! If you’re willing to kill your own nieces and sister-in-law, what’s stopping you from dropping me at the feet of an assassin the moment I do something you don’t like?!

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Because I love you! I am so sorry I hurt you Petty, but can't change it. All I can do is promise that I won't do it again. Ever.

[just-petty-rp]

*she goes silent for a long time. Like, a while. She doesn’t speak for a good 15 minutes at least. She didn’t even react to what she just said either*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs and stares out the window in silence*

[just-petty-rp]

*after a while of no talking, she finally spoke, very quietly* … I love you too.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she turns to look at her sharply, looking like she's about to burst into tears. She leans over and hugs Petty tightly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she tenses up, but slowly relaxes into the hug, unsure about hugging back*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*Petty is waiting for Bathbomb at the car, sitting on her bag on the floor.*

*she's talking quietly with a staff member as she comes closer, barely giving her a glance before getting into the car wordlessly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she looks a little sad, and stands up, grabbing her bag and jumping into the car*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she smiles a little at her, passing something to the staff member who quickly went back inside* are you ready to go?

[just-petty-rp]

*she nods* ready when you are, yes

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

You never met this family did you?

[just-petty-rp]

*she shakes her head*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Well... Makes sense. I don't like them... Never invited them to the manor or visited

[just-petty-rp]

Why?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Long story. I caused one of theirs to be murdered. Accidentally, but still. I doubt they know that. It was centuries ago. When I was still human.

[just-petty-rp]

Oh. Wow. Well… that is, something.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My father sent him to the war because I didn't like somethi he did. He died fighting on the front lines.

[just-petty-rp]

I see… did he deserve it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Logically? Yes. I'd do the same thing my father did if someone did that to any of my children.

[just-petty-rp]

Well, I guess that’s good then. Maybe it’s for the best we haven’t met them before

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

They're many generations removed.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah. I guess maybe taking out your wrath on younger generations of a family isn’t a good way to cope *she glares at her* who woulda thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs softly but doesn't argue* I just don't like being around them. I never did anything to hurt them. I don't like seeing the similarities between them and my ex fiance. They have some rather stubborn genetics that haven't seemed to go away. W

[just-petty-rp]

Alright, I guess that’s fine. Why are you coming with me then? Couldn’t you just say I was acting Duchess and get out of it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm taking over again soon. I need to go.

[just-petty-rp]

Mkay. What’s it like there?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The country? Peaceful. There's some farms we can visit if you want?

[just-petty-rp]

Sure, I don’t go to farms very often

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'll arrange to visit one then. It is harvest season, maybe there's a market we could visit too.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, sounds good. I don’t have to do anything other than just… be here, right?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Just try not to offend anyone and you'll do great. I'll handle the diplomatic stuff. The new Marquis is younger than you so you couldn't have to do this again anytime soon.

[just-petty-rp]

Ok… I just wanna get this over with. *she frowns, looking out the window*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

That's assuming there's not an assassination or an uprising though...

[just-petty-rp]

Oh, how comforting. Thank you, for that thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My ex-wife just tried to overthrow me. It's a possibility.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, whatever. Hopefully this family isn’t as dramatic as ours is.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Every family has its quirks. Ours just tend to be more life threatening.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm sorry about that by the way.

[just-petty-rp]

Sorry? About which bit?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The... Murder... ?

[just-petty-rp]

Ah, yes, I thought so, but I wondered if maybe you were apologising for making me think you cared for me for 18 years when really you just felt guilty for that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I do care about you! You're still my daughter Petty!

[just-petty-rp]

I don’t know if I believe you! If you’re willing to kill your own nieces and sister-in-law, what’s stopping you from dropping me at the feet of an assassin the moment I do something you don’t like?!

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Because I love you! I am so sorry I hurt you Petty, but can't change it. All I can do is promise that I won't do it again. Ever.

[just-petty-rp]

*she goes silent for a long time. Like, a while. She doesn’t speak for a good 15 minutes at least. She didn’t even react to what she just said either*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs and stares out the window in silence*

[just-petty-rp]

*after a while of no talking, she finally spoke, very quietly* … I love you too.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*Petty is waiting for Bathbomb at the car, sitting on her bag on the floor.*

*she's talking quietly with a staff member as she comes closer, barely giving her a glance before getting into the car wordlessly*

[just-petty-rp]

*she looks a little sad, and stands up, grabbing her bag and jumping into the car*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she smiles a little at her, passing something to the staff member who quickly went back inside* are you ready to go?

[just-petty-rp]

*she nods* ready when you are, yes

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

You never met this family did you?

[just-petty-rp]

*she shakes her head*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Well... Makes sense. I don't like them... Never invited them to the manor or visited

[just-petty-rp]

Why?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Long story. I caused one of theirs to be murdered. Accidentally, but still. I doubt they know that. It was centuries ago. When I was still human.

[just-petty-rp]

Oh. Wow. Well… that is, something.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My father sent him to the war because I didn't like somethi he did. He died fighting on the front lines.

[just-petty-rp]

I see… did he deserve it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Logically? Yes. I'd do the same thing my father did if someone did that to any of my children.

[just-petty-rp]

Well, I guess that’s good then. Maybe it’s for the best we haven’t met them before

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

They're many generations removed.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah. I guess maybe taking out your wrath on younger generations of a family isn’t a good way to cope *she glares at her* who woulda thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

*she sighs softly but doesn't argue* I just don't like being around them. I never did anything to hurt them. I don't like seeing the similarities between them and my ex fiance. They have some rather stubborn genetics that haven't seemed to go away. W

[just-petty-rp]

Alright, I guess that’s fine. Why are you coming with me then? Couldn’t you just say I was acting Duchess and get out of it?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm taking over again soon. I need to go.

[just-petty-rp]

Mkay. What’s it like there?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The country? Peaceful. There's some farms we can visit if you want?

[just-petty-rp]

Sure, I don’t go to farms very often

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'll arrange to visit one then. It is harvest season, maybe there's a market we could visit too.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, sounds good. I don’t have to do anything other than just… be here, right?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Just try not to offend anyone and you'll do great. I'll handle the diplomatic stuff. The new Marquis is younger than you so you couldn't have to do this again anytime soon.

[just-petty-rp]

Ok… I just wanna get this over with. *she frowns, looking out the window*

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

That's assuming there's not an assassination or an uprising though...

[just-petty-rp]

Oh, how comforting. Thank you, for that thought.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

My ex-wife just tried to overthrow me. It's a possibility.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, whatever. Hopefully this family isn’t as dramatic as ours is.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Every family has its quirks. Ours just tend to be more life threatening.

[just-petty-rp]

Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I'm sorry about that by the way.

[just-petty-rp]

Sorry? About which bit?

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

The... Murder... ?

[just-petty-rp]

Ah, yes, I thought so, but I wondered if maybe you were apologising for making me think you cared for me for 18 years when really you just felt guilty for that.

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

I do care about you! You're still my daughter Petty!

[just-petty-rp]

I don’t know if I believe you! If you’re willing to kill your own nieces and sister-in-law, what’s stopping you from dropping me at the feet of an assassin the moment I do something you don’t like?!

[just-bathbomb-thoughts]

Because I love you! I am so sorry I hurt you Petty, but can't change it. All I can do is promise that I won't do it again. Ever.

[just-petty-rp]

*she goes silent for a long time. Like, a while. She doesn’t speak for a good 15 minutes at least. She didn’t even react to what she just said either*