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[madamemoiselle]

{A young girl appears on the Plane, lounging on a bed that reeks of finery and royalty. As if that itself weren't a clue of the girl's social status, she herself is dressed very finely. Her dress is all expensive cottons and silks, and her hair is dotted with blue jewels seated on gold. There's also a chain of yellow daisies around her head, but the girl is holding one of the flowers in her hands as she plucks at the yellow petals}

I thought it would be nice to visit, but I didn't think that she would really scold me, still. Stupid. It's not like she's really my mother anyways. That girl died a long time ago.

{The girl sighs and flops on her back, staring at the flower}

I really wanted to play with Alexei, though...

((ooc: This is Diva with Anastasia's face, and she simply went to visit her next door neighbors the Russian royalty. Also, because of the CID plot, I'm not sure where this post falls on a timeline, but we can wing it. ♥))

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[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[She looks awful familiar. Ikki stares for a long moment, then reaches up and itches his hair.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She sits up, smiling at Ikki}

Why, you look very confused!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He's light on his feet, though.]

That's because it's not every day that you get to meet a princess. ♥

[And he bows!]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, maybe not a princess. A Grand Duchess is the better term.

{She stands and curtsies}

I am Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Pleased to meet you, Anastasia-sama~ I am Ikki Minami, Storm King of the Hurricane Road.

Are you always this beautiful or is today my lucky day?

[madamemoiselle]

You flatter me so! I am already promised to Our Friend, so I should not be so flirtatious. After all, I should be wed when I am eighteen.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Our Friend?

[He makes a show of scratching an invisible beard.]

Wait. You're marrying Hei-san!?

[madamemoiselle]

{Giggles}

Oh, no, of course not! Mister Grigori Rasputin is my betrothed.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki begins to roll up his sleeves.]

Never met the guy. Where does he live?

[didorothy]

[Sam, who was only here to grab an extra bottle of whisky because dear god he's not making the trip back home and like hell is he paying for another round, spots Diva and frowns. majorly.]

[madamemoiselle]

{And Diva sits up right away! She wants to go to his side, but instead she stays}

Sam...

[didorothy]

Diva.

[oddly, it was the way she whined that tipped him off]

You shouldn't take people's faces like that.

[but he is sad so his lecture doesn't have much punch. Lucky Diva.]

[madamemoiselle]

I know, but I couldn't visit Alexei if I didn't.

{Since he recognized her, she stands and walks closer, smiling slightly}

I'm glad to see you.

[didorothy]

I suppose she's dead already so it doesn't hurt anyone.

[madamemoiselle]

I guess not.

{Wow, Sam must be depressed if he's condoning Diva doing bad things. She frowns a little, changing back to normal to take Sam's hand that's not clutching liquor delicately}

Are you drinking that alone? It'll be a little lonely if you do, won't it?

[didorothy]

You think Gene would let me have anything to drink without taking it?

[SEE, HE'S NOT DEPRESSED, HE'S MAKING JOKES!]

[madamemoiselle]

{YEAH GREAT COVER SAM
It totally works for Diva, though, so she smiles a little more.}

Well, not really no! But I thought if you'd like company, I'd be glad to be company.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Tits Donna sits on the bed and smiles at her.]

Not playing that 'he loves me, he loves me not' game, are you?

[madamemoiselle]

I should hope not! There's only one person that I love, after all. I don't need to know if he loves me back. I'm sure of it.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[Graverobber is carrying a somewhat suspicious bundle of dirty cloth but, upon spying the girl, he slings it over his shoulder and gives a sweeping--if faintly sarcastic--bow. Sometimes he really can't help himself from being a dick. :x]

[madamemoiselle]

{And she sits up!}

Ah, how nice it is to meet a gentleman here.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me I'm the first.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, perhaps not the first, but certainly one of the few.

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[tsk] There's today's society for you.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I guess so! But it's fine. I don't really mind.