"Haa?! What do you think you're doing, you little idiot? It's gross, knock it off! You're the one who ate her anyway, I'm the one who gets to be mad here!"
The first rule of being an idol is that you can't ever be less than perfect in front of your fans. That means she can't get flustered here, can't let anyone know Uwudumbface is getting to her. Just like nobody can ever find out that when the two of them met, Elizabeth was actually pretty intimidated.
Not her fault! How often do you get to meet a dragon? Like, a real one! Even manifesting as an Extra Class this time around she herself was still only allowed at the table on a series of technicalities and... ok it doesn't really matter because her horns are, like, way cuter and once she figured out she was better than a real dragon everything kind of slid back into place the way it was meant to.
Or so she thought. But sometimes Oroboros just... did stuff and it freaked Liz the hell out. And this is so clearly one of those Dragon Moments that it makes her want to grind her teeth. But instead she sets her lips into a perfect, pink smirk. She tosses her hair in the spotlight and shifts her leg to get all of her accessories sparkling at the same time. That neatly distracts from the fear creeping into her eyes. Pr-probably.
"H-hey, knock it off already! I get it, ok? I'm sorry I stabbed you! But you, urk. Oh gawd I'm gonna be sick; is... is that supposed to bend that way? Are you? Uh??"
The first rule of being an idol is that if you're going to be a failgirl in front of your fans, you have to at least be a cute one. If you stumble, then blush about it. If you get scared, really ham it up. If you say something you shouldn't? Well, teehee! You can't call yourself the best unless you turn your worst moments into another reason fans want to crawl all over your shoes.
And if you freak out and start screaming about all of this weird hippie magic Power of the Earth stuff, you have to at least maintain the wherewithal to charge forward anti-heroically and start stabbing and clawing with everything you've got. This is NOT because Oroboros is her friend ok? It's not even because she'd be lonely down here without someone to yell at (though that IS her only nightmare...). It's just that, whatever is happening here, it's wrong. It's wrong, it's wrong, it's bad it's bad, it's very bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad!
So she hacks at flowers and grass and she crushes antler-horns. As if she could fix the problem by just exhausting its magical energy. Besides, what else is she supposed to do? Sing? At this?? As if! But it's like gnawing on a mountain. That's the work of centuries, and while other dragons might have the patience that's just not Elly, not at all.
In a last ditch effort to make something, just anything happen that is not This, she tries to pry Oroboros' tail out of her mouth. Some unseen force knocks her away like a sack of extremely cute feathers (the sack is also unbelievably cute) and sends her flying the whole length of the hallway to splat against her own stage. How dare! But, also? Eep?!?!
"Oh. Something weird's about to happen, isn't it?"
Elizabeth Bathory stands up on her perfect pink stilettos. She adjusts her frills and grips her mic stand the way any proper hero and guardian should. She briefly allows herself to contemplate what kind of class, and what kind of shape she's about to end up in this time.
Then the much more depressing realization hits home, that much more likely she's about to simply die. No fanfare. No tears. No funeral. Haaaaaaa, how glum can you get?
Elizabeth Bathory grips the hilt of her sword. And the adorable purple ribbon-grip on her magic wand. And the edges of her magic mirror. And the handle of her Death Metal Elizabeth JAPAN spear. Her missile launchers. And her three section staff. Screw it all, she'll just save herself.
"Of course you realize," say nine perfect voices in perfect unison, "I'm the main vocalist here. Right?"
The first rule of being an idol is that you can't ever be less than perfect in front of your fans. That means she can't get flustered here, can't let anyone know Uwudumbface is getting to her. Just like nobody can ever find out that when the two of them met, Elizabeth was actually pretty intimidated.
Not her fault! How often do you get to meet a dragon? Like, a real one! Even manifesting as an Extra Class this time around she herself was still only allowed at the table on a series of technicalities and... ok it doesn't really matter because her horns are, like, way cuter and once she figured out she was better than a real dragon everything kind of slid back into place the way it was meant to.
Or so she thought. But sometimes Oroboros just... did stuff and it freaked Liz the hell out. And this is so clearly one of those Dragon Moments that it makes her want to grind her teeth. But instead she sets her lips into a perfect, pink smirk. She tosses her hair in the spotlight and shifts her leg to get all of her accessories sparkling at the same time. That neatly distracts from the fear creeping into her eyes. Pr-probably.
"H-hey, knock it off already! I get it, ok? I'm sorry I stabbed you! But you, urk. Oh gawd I'm gonna be sick; is... is that supposed to bend that way? Are you? Uh??"
The first rule of being an idol is that if you're going to be a failgirl in front of your fans, you have to at least be a cute one. If you stumble, then blush about it. If you get scared, really ham it up. If you say something you shouldn't? Well, teehee! You can't call yourself the best unless you turn your worst moments into another reason fans want to crawl all over your shoes.
And if you freak out and start screaming about all of this weird hippie magic Power of the Earth stuff, you have to at least maintain the wherewithal to charge forward anti-heroically and start stabbing and clawing with everything you've got. This is NOT because Oroboros is her friend ok? It's not even because she'd be lonely down here without someone to yell at (though that IS her only nightmare...). It's just that, whatever is happening here, it's wrong. It's wrong, it's wrong, it's bad it's bad, it's very bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad!
So she hacks at flowers and grass and she crushes antler-horns. As if she could fix the problem by just exhausting its magical energy. Besides, what else is she supposed to do? Sing? At this?? As if! But it's like gnawing on a mountain. That's the work of centuries, and while other dragons might have the patience that's just not Elly, not at all.
In a last ditch effort to make something, just anything happen that is not This, she tries to pry Oroboros' tail out of her mouth. Some unseen force knocks her away like a sack of extremely cute feathers (the sack is also unbelievably cute) and sends her flying the whole length of the hallway to splat against her own stage. How dare! But, also? Eep?!?!
"Oh. Something weird's about to happen, isn't it?"
Elizabeth Bathory stands up on her perfect pink stilettos. She adjusts her frills and grips her mic stand the way any proper hero and guardian should. She briefly allows herself to contemplate what kind of class, and what kind of shape she's about to end up in this time.
Then the much more depressing realization hits home, that much more likely she's about to simply die. No fanfare. No tears. No funeral. Haaaaaaa, how glum can you get?
Elizabeth Bathory grips the hilt of her sword. And the adorable purple ribbon-grip on her magic wand. And the edges of her magic mirror. And the handle of her Death Metal Elizabeth JAPAN spear. Her missile launchers. And her three section staff. Screw it all, she'll just save herself.
"Of course you realize," say nine perfect voices in perfect unison, "I'm the main vocalist here. Right?"