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[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I don't understand it at all...

{Diva is looking very fashionable in red today, wearing the hairstyle and clothing of a Victorian fashion, complete with all the equipment at her waist or in her hands for archery. She's nocking an arrow with a very practiced fluidity. There's no way she would be able to use the bow in her hands as a weapon, just for sport. To further accentuate that, a distance away is a rather beat-up looking target with a few arrows in it already, though very few are even on the target.}

I mean, it would make sense when I found that book, but now is such an odd time. I hadn't even been seeing the palace lately.

{She stops murmuring to herself for the moment, aiming and shooting the arrow, and much to her own surprise, gets fairly close to the center! This is surprising for her, since her aim was always pretty terrible.}

...Ah! I hit it!

{Diva smiles, quite pleased with herself, drawing another arrow out of the quiver to try again.}

((ooc: Experiment start for Diva! You can find the details here, but she's chillin' in her memories of Russia at the moment, basically.))

Comments

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

I am only recently arrived here. Milady is likely far more knowledgeable on the subject than I.

[madamemoiselle]

Now, milady isn't needed. My name is Diva.

{Curtsies politely} It's very nice to meet you.

Ah, but that would be why, then. Welcome to the Plane.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

It is a pleasure to meet you then, Miss Diva. I am Len, a servant of the Yellow Country.

Thank you. You are very kind.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, it's hardly being "kind". It's just normal courtesy, isn't it?

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

Ah- [A flash of *something* passes across his face before he resumes his usual impassive expression.] Yes, that is true.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles} So what kind of place is the Yellow Country?

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[His smile is so fake it's not even funny] It is a very nice place. There are a great number of flower fields, and the people are lively.

[madamemoiselle]

You don't believe that, do you?

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

Ah? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean...

[madamemoiselle]

Trust me, I know a fake smile when I see it.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[And his face is impassive again.] I am simply unaccustomed to such expressions. Truly, it is nothing.

[madamemoiselle]

If you're sure~ Ne, but you should smile more. It's a nice smile anyways.

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

If milady of Yellow Country is smiling, it is enough for me.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, a princess? Are you in love with her? That's really cute!

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink. RED FACE.] R-Rin is my sister! It- as her servant, I want to ensure her happiness.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, that's even cuter! What a good brother you must be!

[servant-ofevil.livejournal.com]

[RED FACE IS RED] Ah... t-thank you.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiling brightly now because d'awww} Ne, what a sweet person Len is, then. I'm even happier to meet you.