Mistress Dizzy

The Sahasian Alliance

“The sword?” Jin searched her mind for a suitable word in Prodzy, but she was coming up empty. Did the word not exist, or had she just forgotten? “Longsword.” She finally said in Astalian. Switching back to Prodzy, she approached Vyarin carefully. After all, he did have a blade in his hand that he didn’t know how to use. Sir Arnold had always beat it into their heads that an untrained novice was sometimes more dangerous than a trained professional. You had no idea what they could do.

“Please to excuse.” She gently gripped his hands and adjusted them on the hilt. “Better now.” As far as she had read, Prodzy had plenty of weapons. So why was this one so curious to him? She would have to get with her sisters and ask them to translate better.

Speaking of sisters –

“Ah, wait! The Court of Flowers is waiting on us!” She looked down at herself. There was a bit of a mess on the very edges of her gown, but there was no time to change into another. Sighing softly and trying to rearrange her hair, she nodded to Vyarin.

Briefly in Prodzy, she explained. “Come, follow!” Then she headed back inside, making sure Vyarin was somewhat behind her. With her short legs and his long ones, he could easily catch up. She led the way to the Court of Flowers, and paused once more before entering the area proper. There were going to be looks, she knew. But if they were to be her new brothers, and one a husband, they’d find out eventually. Best to discuss her proclivities on her own terms.

Striding in with squared shoulders, Jin smiled warmly at all present. “Sorry I’m late. But I found one lost prince!” Seeing wine glasses already tabled (and some empty), she picked one up and took a sip. It was stronger than any they’d let her have before. Only a few years ago, they had been watering down her wine with meals. Was she suddenly such an adult now?

Seeing Sulhana with that mischievous cat look on her face, and Annalise nearby, she went to Loreena instead. “Hi Lore. Having fun yet?” She curtsied briefly to Uriah as well. He wasn’t royal, but his status garnered a lot of respect in her eyes.

“I got… a little sidetracked. Do you think it’ll be too noticeable?”

The Sahasian Alliance

At footsteps, Jinayah grumbled very faintly. She had her back turned and was still midswing, thinking it was one of her sisters coming to collect her. “Yes, I’m going to the party in just a moment, let me finish this.” Of course she had said that to herself nearly 20 minutes back, and again at 10 minutes. But the voice that spoke out was definitely none of her sisters, neither was it her father or any of the other knights she knew by name.

Ever so slowly, she turned around, finally seeing Prince Vyarin darkening the doorway. “Ah.” Carefully, she sheathed the practice blade and stared just a bit at him. What to say? She imagined he had a thousand questions, the first of which was likely why a woman was allowed a blade in the first place.

“He- hello Prince Vyarin.” She dipped a low curtsy, the tip of the scabbard at her back nearly brushing the ground. “Er, I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing out here instead of at the party.” Was she imagining that shocked gaze? He looked so blank she wasn’t sure what to do. “M-my father has permitted me the use of the sword since I was of age to start squire training. If you wish to know what was behind that decision, please feel free to ask him.” The sword, despite it not being hers, gave her courage. Her carefully coifed hair was in disarray, and there was dust on the edges of her pink gown. But she was still of the royal family and would command herself as such. “If you wish to know why I wanted to learn anyway, well, look around you. The Empire creeps insidious into our back rooms, taking what they will from our people. I will not sit by and do needlepoint while my world is taken from me. I have no kingdom to inherit, no magic, no spies. By Gods, if all I have is a blade and my body, that will be enough.”

“Father may see me as a piece on a board and that’s just fine. But I aim to be the Steel Dragoon, if I’m to be a piece at all.” In the game of war, the Steel Dragoon was a most sought after piece to get onto the board. It could capture and remove adjacent pieces, sometimes drastically changing the flow of the game in its wake.

“No man, not even you, will keep me from this ambition.” Her piece said, she waited with head held high for the outrage. Instead, she just found confusion on the Prince’s face. Only then did she remember the translator from earlier.

“Oh no. You didn’t understand a word of that, did you?” She smiled in a truly embarrassed way and shook her head, her cheeks burning. What to say now? Slowly, she put the sword back in the rack with its brothers, and took a moment to collect herself.

“Good evening, Prince Vyarin.” She said in careful Prodzy. She had practiced these phrases for a solid month, but they were slipping from her mind as she spoke. “It is… an evening of beauty, no? What is your… preference - no, purpose! What is your purpose?”

Young Justice

Location: Mission Briefing room
Interactions: Aquaman, the team

Kassy startled a bit as her king appeared on the mission screen. She had been expecting the broody Batman. She stood up and curtsied deep, as protocol devised. “My King, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” But her head jerked up when Red Tornado said she was to lead. Yes, they were going to Atlantis. Her heart was happy about that. The sudden fear, however, almost outweighed her joy. But he was her king, she couldn’t very well argue with his command.

“Y-yes, my King, if you find me worthy, then I’ll lead.” When had she started sweating?

Once Aquaman was off the screen, and the rest of their mission explained, she exhaled in a shudder. “Me, lead? Oh, this will go well, I’m sure.” The mission seemed simple enough, but her mind was so full of things that could go wrong. Shark attack, suit failure, getting lost in the depths of the ocean, a full on mutiny from the team…

Speaking of that, would the others even want to listen to her? They were friends, but she was not used to being in charge. The girls would probably be fine with it. Ja had gotten strange again, since the mission at the circus, but she hoped he wouldn’t be an issue. No, the two she really had to worry about were Zach and his complaining, and Viktor with his natural ease of leadership. He could take over without her even noticing it was happening.

Her knees trembled, and she started to breathe more deeply to compensate. It would be good to go back to the palace, right? She could show her friends around after their mission was completed. Yes, if she just focused on the good things to come, she could ignore the rest. Maybe.

“If anyone needs me, I will be in my room preparing.” She pulled up an ocean chart on her phone and started charting a course.

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani let out an exhale of sheer relief when she noticed her Master was unharmed. She shut her saber off finally, rubbing a wrist that was starting to become sore. “You’re alright, Master. I’m so glad.” She paused, seeing the stormtrooper count at his feet. “Uh. And evidently had no need of my help at all. Good to know.”

With that settled, she spun to face Adam. “I don’t know how you knew to be here, but it’s very good to see you. Very good indeed.” Her voice was measured. Calm. Even her words had been carefully chosen. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him – as if he would up and disappear like fog. There was something just underneath the gold of her eyes. Was it fear, or hope?

“Right, where are my manners. Introductions.” She stepped out of the way between the two men. “Adam Skywalker, Prince Eskel of Naboo. Prince Eskel, Adam Skywalker of Tattooine. Gentlemen, you are officially acquainted. Now we need to figure out how to get out of this mess.”

Hopefully Sanctuary

"Good morning Roxy!" Devika said cheerily after clearing her mouth of breakfast. She looked bright eyed and bushy tailed, whatever that meant, and had slept like a child last night. That meant plenty of energy for her. She was good enough that she wasn't affecting others, but one could practically see the glimmer in her eyes.

"Good morning young lady." Tim said cheerfully. "Devika said you're somewhat like my wife, which means that the black coffee is on the pot over there. Take your time waking up, we're not in any hurry. There's still eggs and bacon if you would like."

Mara made a noncommittal noise from the dining room, her hands wrapped around a mug of black coffee.

The Sahasian Alliance

Jinayah stood politely in the great hall, waiting for the ceremony to be over. It may have looked like she was bored on the outside, but inside, she was having quite the panic. She had yet to speak a word to the foreign princes. Gifts! Why hadn’t she thought of that? Then again, it’s not like she was one to win over people with fancy presents. Her preferred method of making friends was finding common ground and matching over that. So what if said common ground had been arguments over the best swordsmith and one actual duel over the reputation of the best bowyer in the business?

What was she going to do? For the first time in her life, Jin felt afraid of who she was. Forget falling in love; that fairy-tale nonsense was bound to be impossible. What if none of these men would simply put up with her? What if her natural inclination just scared them off? Then her father would be down one crucial alliance, and there could be an easy weakness against the growing threat of the empire! She had more or less accepted her fate as one of her father’s “pieces on the board”. But now she was rethinking things. What if everything was ruined? Because of her? AGAIN?

The ceremony ended at some point and people began to drift away. She also left in a distracted manner, her feet moving on their own, and her head adrift in thought.

It was no hidden secret in her heart that she felt responsible for her mother’s death. Her siblings had treated her a bit differently in their early years. Sulhana’s cutting remarks had lasted the longest. Unfortunately, some of them had been memorized in the corner of her mind, and burned like a fresh cut. Her father, gods bless him, had done his best to connect with her. But to look at your child and to only see the face of the one you loved, gone because of that same child… It was no wonder they never spoke anymore. She understood it plain – her birth and Mother’s death had put them on this path. Maybe if Mother had been alive, there would have been a different solution to alliances. The four of them wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe if she had never been born at all –

Jin took in a sharp breath, feeling her eyes swim. Suddenly, she just felt so out of place. Her chest seemed to buckle in on itself. The candles in the hall seemed to swirl around her, the very stone closing in. She struggled to breathe. Outside, she had to get outside. Luckily, she was nothing if not fast, and her strong legs carried her to the nearest exit past the Court of Flowers.

It seemed she was right back where she had started, in the training yard. In her ballgown and regalia, she probably looked absolutely ridiculous. She strode to the shed where the training blades were kept, feeling her chest start to loosen the moment she laid hands on the sword set aside for her. Familiar steps drew her into the sword dance, and she quickly lost herself in the motions. She would go the party, and soon, but first she had to calm down, her own way.

The Fight for Valeroma

Name: Kassandra

Age (18+ please): 153, considered a young adult for a dragon

Gender: Female

Race: Water Dragon Shifter/Human

Appearance: Kassandra is chubby with dark skin, bright blue eyes and seafoam white hair in tight, thick curls. She has strange, forked ears that mark her as inhuman, but they don’t look elven and she’s too tall to be a dwarf. She usually dresses a bit outside of fashion as she can’t quite keep up with trends over the many years. Her dragon form is a pastel blue and white.

Personality: Kassandra is gentle and caring, and looks like she couldn’t hurt a fly. In truth, she could do so easily, but only if the fly was hurting others. Despite being a village guardian, she is rather on the shy side. She’s been run out of town too many times while traveling, and always feels in between due to her shifter nature. While she has few friends, she tends to take good care of the people under her watch. Beware her if you ever get her angry.

Strengths: She is an excellent swimmer, both in dragon form and human form. She is good at cooking and living off the land, skills she learned from both parents. Once she was older, she learned staff combat from her father, and water magic from her mother. They taught her the staff since it could easily blend in as a walking stick. Her mother knew acutely that a shifter’s life may mean not being quite welcome anywhere. While she mostly uses the staff as a defensive weapon, she can and will strike heavy blows with it if necessary. She could easily crack a skull if she truly found it necessary.

With her water magic, she has a recent rage of what she can do. At the lightest, she can make a small localized rainshower. Good for getting clean or cooling off on a hot day, but not much more.

At the heaviest, she can cause someone to lose all the liquid in their body. However this would probably leave her laid out for days, so she won't be doing that unless it's a last resort. Her mother taught her that one; Daddy did not know about this little lesson.

Mostly she uses her staff as a focus and shoots water like a fire hose, knocking people off their feet and half drowning them with congealed balls of water.

Weaknesses: Obviously, anything enchanted to be anti-dragon will work well against her. She is highly susceptible to bad food and tainted water. Either will put her off her game for longer than it would a regular human, especially the water. Hot days slow her down because she is easily dehydrated. Water dragons are meant to live in or very near the water. While Kassy is used to living in harsh climates, a desert like climate could very well kill her if she didn’t have access to a regular source of water around the clock.

Brief Bio: Kassandra’s mother was a shifter dragon, and her father an ordinary human. They brought up Kassandra in the wild forests, with plants and animals for her companions. Unfortunately, illness took her father early. Her mother, while loving, was grieving too hard to take very good care of her daughter. So Kassandra more or less raised herself during her teenage years. Once she became of age, she and her mother parted ways.

The Fight for Valeroma

Can I still play my Dragon shifter lady?

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Without thinking, Kijani adjusted Eskel’s grip on the blaster to be more secure. “It’s not made of glass, and it will kick a little when it shoots. Be careful, and aim for center mass. That usually means the chest.” She exhaled softly as he asked if Yoda would be okay. “He had better be.” Master Yoda had to make it through this. For one thing, her training wasn’t complete. For another, he was like a short, stern but kind grandfather to her. Something she had never voiced out loud, but felt deep in her head.

“He’s still alive. I feel it. I think if he died, I’d feel that too.” Then her head turned toward the sky. It was cloudy as usual, with added smoke from blaster fire and battle. There was nothing to see. And yet…

“Please hurry, Adam.” It was barely even a whisper, just a moving of the lips. But she knew her dear Adam was out there, somewhere, and on his way.

"Okay, Eskel... here's the plan." She began to outline a basic idea of how to get out of Eskel's ship and regroup with Yoda.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny waved slightly at her uncle, mouthed ‘thank you’ behind Mikron’s back, and then cheerily turned to face him when he was finished packing. She was extremely curious about why he was so short. Jinny herself was considered small for her age, still not topping 4 feet yet, but this was something different altogether. Though, she wouldn’t ask. Maybe he had been born different, or maybe something had happened. Either way, it was probably none of her concern.

She tipped her head as Mikron jumped and tapped the wall, mentally marking the spot just in case she ever needed it. The hidden panel excited her – finally, solid proof that this school had more than what met the eye. She followed him into the elevator, and giggled faintly as he verbally hacked in. It was easy enough to memorize the numbers he used, though she had a feeling it was his voice using them that was really the trick.

When the elevator opened again, her eyes widened at the sight. So many courses, and half of it was literally hovering in the air. This is what she had come for. She had to calm herself down enough so that she wouldn’t bounce on her feet. That would not be very mature, right? One had to be careful when dealing with older kids. Still, she had to say something. “This is awesome.” Her neck was craned up, to watch the aerial students work the courses. Soon enough, that would be her.

After the very brief tour, she wondered what was next. The answer surprised her. “Yeah, definitely.” She said, her excitement verbally muted. Inside, she was jumping for joy. Of course she wanted to see it work, and of course she was going to watch every second. Despite her cool-girl response, her eyes glittered with joy. “Show me what you got!”