Princess

"Be careful to what awaits you."

[plottwistemail]

Princess

Ability: ?????

Age: ?????

Birthday: ?????

Height: 5'3

Likes: "Hehe"

Dislikes: *Giggles*

[rabidmafiadog]

"This is BULLSHIT."

[jewel-kings-madness]

"This is an outrage!"

[the-metamorphasis]

"I'm into fat girls :)"

[official-paul-verlaine]

"Down with the queen."

[the-flags-albatross]

"WAAAITTT!!!! but does the queen have that gyatt ☝"

[rabidmafiadog]

"Never speak again."

[plottwistemail]

*Disappointed ghost girl.*

[candid-jackalope-leveret]

//ooc trauma candy salad reblog game ::)

"Hi, my name's Pin, my sisters killed my parents in front of me several years apart and I brought mini marshmallows." ::D

[sweetly-melt-me-darling]

My name is Yumi and when I was eleven years old I started dating this older guy and he accidentally caused me to develop an ability and when he broke up with me he said he only liked me for my body and that I shouldn’t be alive :) and I brought snow caps!

[plottwistemail]

"Greetings you may call me Princess. I lived in a mansion with my husband who is twice my age. I wasn't allowed any freedoms or anything and after a while my husband murdered me in our own home by ripping out my heart. I brought sugar plums."

[plottwistemail]

banana!!!

[they seemed content being with the bananas]

banAna?

[a most special, most ripest banana outstretched towards her]

"Oh? For me? Why thank you..."

*She took the banana, smiling slightly.*

"How kind."

[plottwistemail]

banan ... BANANAAAA!!

[translation: they want more]

*She slides over a bowl of multiple more bananas.*

"Enjoy?..."

[plottwistemail]

banana? BanaNA!

[banaNA slides... how does it do it anyways?]

bananA!!! Banana?!

(more randomness in your inbox mod :3)

"You want more?"

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa's face scrunched up slightly. He didn't like this "William" fellow very much, that was for sure. To marry a girl so young and take her heart forcefully... only scum did such things.

He directed his attention to the portraits next (as to keep his own sanity).

[plottwistemail]

*The portraits we're distorted and blurred like the ones in the hallway last time. These were your average family portraits. Some of Princess when she was 6 or 5. A family portrait of a different man and woman, presumably her father and mother. A wedding portrait which had Princess in a dress that seemed way to big for her at the time, and finally some boring ones like her grandma and multiple brothers.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa scowled. Some family she had, letting a girl marry when she barely fit in that white dress... he'd never let, say, Gin do something like that. Not without any objections.

Angered, he lightly knocks over the portrait so it's facing down. Last but not least, the coat... did it belong to that William fellow?

[plottwistemail]

*The coat lifelessly hung on the rack, it was black with no other color. There were a few other coats but in the same shape and size as the other. All has the initial W sewn in on the inside, but there were none for the girl.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa looked at it properly, feeling the fabric. It was doing... surprisingly decently, especially for a coat that was years old. It was worn out, sure, but he could probably still use it.

...

She won't notice if he only takes one. He'll get rid of the initial and it'll be good as new. Discreetly, Rashoumon's tendrils reach out and take the coat, folding it neatly and hiding it under his own. Maybe he could take a book, too, if there was anything interesting on the shelf....

[plottwistemail]

*The shelf was covered in a thick layer of dust. Most on the shelf were books. Books in Spanish, French, Arabic, etc. Any language found at that time. Some were on sailing and trade, while others were about raising a child or taking care of sickness and disease.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"......"

Akutagawa's hand twitches. He reaches out for one of the books, namely one about treating diseases. It was old, but... maybe there were still some methods that could work.

[plottwistemail]

*There was nothing much else on the self, just some books and a fancy compass as well. The sound off a tip tap came into the room and the girl was back with a fancy glass of water in her hand.*

"Sorry for the wait. I spilled the milk, and I had to clean it all up. But here's your water. The ice melted, so it might be room temperature."

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa immediately withdraws his hand. He pretends as if nothing happened, one hand in his pocket while the other took the glass of water.

"It's quite alright."

He examined the glass, even sniffing it for anything odd. Discerning there was nothing wrong, he took a sip.

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod.*

"Hope I didn't leave you waiting for too long. Where you interested in reading some of the books?"

*She asked curiously, grabbing a feather duster and dusting off the shelf.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"No." He lies before he can stop himself. "Well... perhaps. I'd like to borrow this book,"

Akutagawa pulls out the one he was reaching for from the shelf.

"I desire it for someone I know."

[plottwistemail]

"Oh, that one? Sure, you can borrow it. I don't read these silly things away."

*She dusted off the cover of the book that he was holding.*

"They're so big in their vocabulary that it's impossible to understand what they're saying. I do hope it helps the person you wish to help."

*Wait, can she not read? It wouldn't be a suprise since education back then wasn't as accessible. Even if it was, it was for the rich and boys.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa's face scrunched up slightly. He didn't like this "William" fellow very much, that was for sure. To marry a girl so young and take her heart forcefully... only scum did such things.

He directed his attention to the portraits next (as to keep his own sanity).

[plottwistemail]

*The portraits we're distorted and blurred like the ones in the hallway last time. These were your average family portraits. Some of Princess when she was 6 or 5. A family portrait of a different man and woman, presumably her father and mother. A wedding portrait which had Princess in a dress that seemed way to big for her at the time, and finally some boring ones like her grandma and multiple brothers.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa scowled. Some family she had, letting a girl marry when she barely fit in that white dress... he'd never let, say, Gin do something like that. Not without any objections.

Angered, he lightly knocks over the portrait so it's facing down. Last but not least, the coat... did it belong to that William fellow?

[plottwistemail]

*The coat lifelessly hung on the rack, it was black with no other color. There were a few other coats but in the same shape and size as the other. All has the initial W sewn in on the inside, but there were none for the girl.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa looked at it properly, feeling the fabric. It was doing... surprisingly decently, especially for a coat that was years old. It was worn out, sure, but he could probably still use it.

...

She won't notice if he only takes one. He'll get rid of the initial and it'll be good as new. Discreetly, Rashoumon's tendrils reach out and take the coat, folding it neatly and hiding it under his own. Maybe he could take a book, too, if there was anything interesting on the shelf....

[plottwistemail]

*The shelf was covered in a thick layer of dust. Most on the shelf were books. Books in Spanish, French, Arabic, etc. Any language found at that time. Some were on sailing and trade, while others were about raising a child or taking care of sickness and disease.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"......"

Akutagawa's hand twitches. He reaches out for one of the books, namely one about treating diseases. It was old, but... maybe there were still some methods that could work.

[plottwistemail]

*There was nothing much else on the self, just some books and a fancy compass as well. The sound off a tip tap came into the room and the girl was back with a fancy glass of water in her hand.*

"Sorry for the wait. I spilled the milk, and I had to clean it all up. But here's your water. The ice melted, so it might be room temperature."

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa immediately withdraws his hand. He pretends as if nothing happened, one hand in his pocket while the other took the glass of water.

"It's quite alright."

He examined the glass, even sniffing it for anything odd. Discerning there was nothing wrong, he took a sip.

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod.*

"Hope I didn't leave you waiting for too long. Where you interested in reading some of the books?"

*She asked curiously, grabbing a feather duster and dusting off the shelf.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa's face scrunched up slightly. He didn't like this "William" fellow very much, that was for sure. To marry a girl so young and take her heart forcefully... only scum did such things.

He directed his attention to the portraits next (as to keep his own sanity).

[plottwistemail]

*The portraits we're distorted and blurred like the ones in the hallway last time. These were your average family portraits. Some of Princess when she was 6 or 5. A family portrait of a different man and woman, presumably her father and mother. A wedding portrait which had Princess in a dress that seemed way to big for her at the time, and finally some boring ones like her grandma and multiple brothers.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa scowled. Some family she had, letting a girl marry when she barely fit in that white dress... he'd never let, say, Gin do something like that. Not without any objections.

Angered, he lightly knocks over the portrait so it's facing down. Last but not least, the coat... did it belong to that William fellow?

[plottwistemail]

*The coat lifelessly hung on the rack, it was black with no other color. There were a few other coats but in the same shape and size as the other. All has the initial W sewn in on the inside, but there were none for the girl.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa looked at it properly, feeling the fabric. It was doing... surprisingly decently, especially for a coat that was years old. It was worn out, sure, but he could probably still use it.

...

She won't notice if he only takes one. He'll get rid of the initial and it'll be good as new. Discreetly, Rashoumon's tendrils reach out and take the coat, folding it neatly and hiding it under his own. Maybe he could take a book, too, if there was anything interesting on the shelf....

[plottwistemail]

*The shelf was covered in a thick layer of dust. Most on the shelf were books. Books in Spanish, French, Arabic, etc. Any language found at that time. Some were on sailing and trade, while others were about raising a child or taking care of sickness and disease.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"......"

Akutagawa's hand twitches. He reaches out for one of the books, namely one about treating diseases. It was old, but... maybe there were still some methods that could work.

[plottwistemail]

*There was nothing much else on the self, just some books and a fancy compass as well. The sound off a tip tap came into the room and the girl was back with a fancy glass of water in her hand.*

"Sorry for the wait. I spilled the milk, and I had to clean it all up. But here's your water. The ice melted, so it might be room temperature."

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa's face scrunched up slightly. He didn't like this "William" fellow very much, that was for sure. To marry a girl so young and take her heart forcefully... only scum did such things.

He directed his attention to the portraits next (as to keep his own sanity).

[plottwistemail]

*The portraits we're distorted and blurred like the ones in the hallway last time. These were your average family portraits. Some of Princess when she was 6 or 5. A family portrait of a different man and woman, presumably her father and mother. A wedding portrait which had Princess in a dress that seemed way to big for her at the time, and finally some boring ones like her grandma and multiple brothers.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa scowled. Some family she had, letting a girl marry when she barely fit in that white dress... he'd never let, say, Gin do something like that. Not without any objections.

Angered, he lightly knocks over the portrait so it's facing down. Last but not least, the coat... did it belong to that William fellow?

[plottwistemail]

*The coat lifelessly hung on the rack, it was black with no other color. There were a few other coats but in the same shape and size as the other. All has the initial W sewn in on the inside, but there were none for the girl.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa looked at it properly, feeling the fabric. It was doing... surprisingly decently, especially for a coat that was years old. It was worn out, sure, but he could probably still use it.

...

She won't notice if he only takes one. He'll get rid of the initial and it'll be good as new. Discreetly, Rashoumon's tendrils reach out and take the coat, folding it neatly and hiding it under his own. Maybe he could take a book, too, if there was anything interesting on the shelf....

[plottwistemail]

*The shelf was covered in a thick layer of dust. Most on the shelf were books. Books in Spanish, French, Arabic, etc. Any language found at that time. Some were on sailing and trade, while others were about raising a child or taking care of sickness and disease.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa's face scrunched up slightly. He didn't like this "William" fellow very much, that was for sure. To marry a girl so young and take her heart forcefully... only scum did such things.

He directed his attention to the portraits next (as to keep his own sanity).

[plottwistemail]

*The portraits we're distorted and blurred like the ones in the hallway last time. These were your average family portraits. Some of Princess when she was 6 or 5. A family portrait of a different man and woman, presumably her father and mother. A wedding portrait which had Princess in a dress that seemed way to big for her at the time, and finally some boring ones like her grandma and multiple brothers.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa scowled. Some family she had, letting a girl marry when she barely fit in that white dress... he'd never let, say, Gin do something like that. Not without any objections.

Angered, he lightly knocks over the portrait so it's facing down. Last but not least, the coat... did it belong to that William fellow?

[plottwistemail]

*The coat lifelessly hung on the rack, it was black with no other color. There were a few other coats but in the same shape and size as the other. All has the initial W sewn in on the inside, but there were none for the girl.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa's face scrunched up slightly. He didn't like this "William" fellow very much, that was for sure. To marry a girl so young and take her heart forcefully... only scum did such things.

He directed his attention to the portraits next (as to keep his own sanity).

[plottwistemail]

*The portraits we're distorted and blurred like the ones in the hallway last time. These were your average family portraits. Some of Princess when she was 6 or 5. A family portrait of a different man and woman, presumably her father and mother. A wedding portrait which had Princess in a dress that seemed way to big for her at the time, and finally some boring ones like her grandma and multiple brothers.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa said nothing, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. His attention was caught by three things, really; the coat, the map and the portraits.

Slowly, he takes a step forward, trying to see the map on the coffee table.

[plottwistemail]

*The map looked older than him. It had fancy handwriting on the sides, marks of different trade routes, but most of all, the countries were different compared to today. Spain and France were way bigger, and the Ottoman empire was still a thing at this time. On the corner of the map had a signature of William.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[rabidmafiadog]

"Water." It was the one he could spot poison in the easiest. "...And you should most likely get rid of the milk."

The living room was... fine, he supposed. He could go for a little rest. Collapsing due to exhaustion was the last thing he intended to do, especially considering this girl could still very well want to kill him--

"*Cough*... I thank you for your... hospitality."

[plottwistemail]

*She gave a nod, turning to the kitchen.*

"Very well, I'll be right back with your water..."

*She paused and gave a slight smile.*

"Oh you're welcome. It's what I do after all."

*She then disappeared, leaving Akutagawa to himself in the living room. There wasn't much in this room. An old fire place, a bookshelf with dusted old books, a map on the coffee table, a coat hanging on a rack, and a few family portraits.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[rabidmafiadog]

Well, so much for leaving immediately. Speaking of eating or drinking, he *is* thirsty-- his throat is so dry it hurts to speak. If he doesn't moisten it, he might cough a lot more and that only brings trouble.

"..."

He nods reluctantly.

"Just a drink will do."

[plottwistemail]

*She clasped her hands excitedly.*

"Wonderful then. What would you like? I have water, red wine, white whine, vodka, rum, orange juice, milk- actually the milk is probably not good, cross that one out of the list, oh and grape fruit."

*She starts walking over to a set of doors that reveal the living room.*

[plottwistemail]

Akutagawa stares down the building. His injury still hadn't completely healed (Higuchi made sure to constantly remind him of that), but he'd rather just get this over with.

Once more, he knocks on the door. He isn't sure if he should just walk in, or...

-- Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (@rabidmafiadog)

*The doors to the mansion slowly open on their own like last time, suspecting the house was aware of his presence. Inside of the entrance was relatively the same, except a few more candles were placed, adding some lighting at least.*

[rabidmafiadog]

Akutagawa doesn't want to stay here any longer than he should. He places the box containing the hearts (yes, multiple) on the floor, then takes a step back.

"Princess, I've brought what you need." He announces, already heading out the door. "I hope these are to your liking."

[plottwistemail]

*The doors shut in front of him, behind him the girl was already kneeling down on the ground, looking inside the box and carefully examining the hearts inside. She gave a smile.*

"Lovely. One of these should fit me. Thank you very much for this."

*She gently closed the box and got up, dusting off her knees.*

"Would you like anything to eat or drink before you leave?"

[one-bite-leaves-you-wanting-more]

*The phone is ringing. The phone is ringing.*

@plottwistemail

She is very confused on who’s calling her, but does pick up

[plottwistemail]

*There was the sound of soft breathing.*