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Botanist And Bards

"P-Please mis-"

The twelve year old slapped the young teen across the face again as she tried to apologize - it was obvious that she was becoming increasingly violent and frustrated with the slave. She glanced over at her friend, and seeing the spill in the lap only fueled her more. She'd make sure her friend knew she was valued. A couple more slaps followed, and as the slave began to raise her arms protectively she'd find herself getting kicked in the shin, falling to the floor in pain.

"You wanna spill my feast? Huh?" The twelve year old picked the teens limp body up as she trembled. "Then you'll be it." Zarva sunk her fangs into the slave's throat, who squealed in pain for several seconds until she was dropped to the ground again, with two small puncture wounds piercing her throat as noble towered over her.

"NOW GET OUT!" The slave was busy nursing her wounds, but an encouraging kick convinced her to obey orders as she began to scramble from the room. Zarva looked at her dearest friend again, licking her lips. "Apologies for her incompetency - it seems her blood is more competent than she is ..." With a slight cough, the girl spoke sweetly again. "Anyways, I'm sure me and my father would love to hear you sing!"

Zarva looked on excitedly at her friend.

Justice Heart - 20 Years Later (Magical Girl Spoof)

@shagranoz Vivi is alone~

Botanist And Bards

The Lord paused for a moment, nodding. "Very well. We will give one of your followers the details and discuss the payment on return." Zarva had been largely quiet, looking downwards into her lap and avoiding the high-politics of court. With a sudden clap, Lord Hasingwrath summoned a group of slaves into the room, including the familiar one, each one carrying a dinner plate intended for their guests, and one placing a large platter with extras in the center. The meal wouldn't be extravagant by any means to Isabella - it lacked the spices and other goods that were worked into cooking high quality meals from long distance trade networks - but for the ingredients it had, the meal was well-made and certainly edible. The meat would be a bit extravagant - not something Isabella had tasted before, but something she would likely find an interest in. Perhaps some sort of foreign bird?

Rather than leaving the hall though for the four of them, this time the slave girl stood up against the wall silently awaiting any further orders - though she wasn't able to hide her eyes hungrily looking at the plates periodically. A young, commanding voice, pierced the hall from Zarva's lips. "Slave. Get the wine I received for last winter. And two glasses." The slave blinked a couple times before leaving the room quickly, Zarva turning to her friend. "I've heard this drink comes from more plentiful lands. Maybe like yours? I hope it reminds you of home!"

Soon enough the slave returned, pouring a glass for the young lady before looking a bit at confusion where the second one should go. "For my friend, you dolt." The slave nodded apologetically, hurrying to pour a small bit for Isabella as well.

A second later Isabella would find any cloth in her lap stained with wine as the slave knocked over the glass she had set in front of the princess. With a look of horror on her face, she looked upwards and began to plea with her owners, "M-my Lo-"

The pleas were cut off though, as Zarva slapped the slave across the face - who winced in pain before beginning to yell at her. "That wine was worth more than YOU were, you lazy bitch! And to pour it on my friend!" The young lady's father didn't interfere - no, he even seemed to approve the attitude the young teenager was delivering. "Should I cast you into the storm? With the windmothers!?"

Whoever the slave was, her eyes were only spread out in wide-eyed terror.

Justice Heart - 20 Years Later (Magical Girl Spoof)

@EnterTheHero Then we are clear. Alright, I'll be playing the environments when ya'll choose to arrive, but once we are finished slinging insults and blades reuniting with each other just have someone from the group post them arriving in the locations area.

Botanist And Bards

Gracie put a comforting hand on Izzy's thigh - she was doing well, largely on the account of deciding to at least show up. However, the decision was hers. Despite being the older of the two, Isabella had been at least given a basic education in the art of diplomacy and intrigue while herself had been busy learning how to decorate. Both were important, but one was obviously more important right now - and especially in this place.

Isabella would not be alone, though. She'd hear a familiar voice rang out in her head. "The decision is yours, princess. However, no stay is rent free in this land. But this could be dangerous for your followers if you decide they should protect you. I'd carefully consider what you want if you do accept."

Justice Heart - 20 Years Later (Magical Girl Spoof)

@Hero Hey, if anyone can do a complete 180 in terms of personality it's that.

Botanist And Bards

The lord was composed, nodding as he looked over his guest with keen eyes as if trying to observe her. "I would tell you not to be modest, but my little Zarva here-" The lord patted his daughter affectionately a couple of times on the head, which she obviously thought was 'uncool' in front of her newest friend. "-has been obsessed with songs. We've been trying to find some written down for her."

Whatever harshness this landscape had instilled in the lord broke down the moment he observed his little girl with a smile, bringing his hand back. As he looked back to Isabella though, his usual expression returned. "I sent a small detachment - a knight and a couple regulars into one of the ruins recently. We'd heard news they may have had some ancient knowledge ..." For a moment the lord listened to the ever present, low rumble of the storm that filled the halls. "... I doubt they will return now though, given his fury. May the Windmothers have mercy on them."

Seeing his daughter's face drop, the lord somewhat shifted gears. "I know not why you travel, but I'd be willing to offer you something in aid for your trip. Treasure, information, perhaps a slave or two. Zarva is precious to me, and if there is something in this ruin that will make her smile more then I want it for her."

Justice Heart - 20 Years Later (Magical Girl Spoof)

Alright so is anyone not on a team? Just checking.

Justice Heart - 20 Years Later (Magical Girl Spoof)

The temptation to fire some sort of star as Elise's head was very, very strong. But Emily held back from that urge. Not out of any sort of love for the aunt of her daughter, but because Elise was tough enough she'd be able to take it and between a fight of her and Elise she was sure Elise would win.

And besides, Connor wasn't even worth it. There was a reason the courts had granted near-total custody to her, rather than that miserable boy. Anyone who believed romance could really ruin someone was a fool - maybe she had been the straw that had broken the camel's back, but nothing more. Emily's thoughts began to travel down that dark path until the other mother started talking about her own kids.

As the more responsible mom finished speaking, all Emily could manage was a shrug. "If SolarFlare somehow managed to settle down into Mrs. Corona, then I'm sure the ruckus in there can prevent themselves from murdering eachother utterly." Emily raised an eyebrow at her old companion, previously one of the more hostile people in existence.

Back to the all important subject of kids though. "... That's good to know, I'm sure that she'll be a strong girl when she grows up ... If Mary had been through that many illnesses I'd probably have gone mad." The woman sighed. "They grow up really fast, so enjoy them while they still appreciate you. Heavens knows Mary is more responsible than I ever was, but I'm not cool anymore. She always wants to be with her friends."

Emily paused, looking at the other woman. "Can you drive? My car ... well ..." It needed to be at least looked at after that previous fight.

Botanist And Bards

Gracie followed the princess - she hoped the girl didn't use this an excuse to simply have her speak the entire time as she did sometimes. She knew of the woman's anxiety - but the world wouldn't be any nicer to her because of it. As the maid looked down the hallway with a sigh, she'd see that they were guided for a few turns into what was a medium sized hall - the ceilings went up fifteen feet, and it was no larger than thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. Compared to her home, this was tiny for what a noble would likely have. Perhaps it was a sign that they lacked wealth, or maybe it was more that they were practical.

The hall had no guards - perhaps a statement of their safety - and the slave gestured towards a table with some ten seats, gesturing briefly for them to sit down in the two closest to Zarva and a muscular nobleman with a sword at his hip. "A-apologies my lord. I will try to be faster next time. Forgive me." The slave seemed a little frightened, but the noble gestured her away with annoyance. Wordlessly, their escort left the room.

"Lady Isabella, correct? I am Lord Hasingwrath, though you have met my daughter, Zarva, already. She told me you had a wonderful voice." The lord spoke with a deep, practical tone, and the word 'wonderful' seemed to roll awkwardly off his tongue. Zarva was looking a little downwards, as if feeling guilty of something. "Please, sit. She tells me you come from some sort of fantastical land, but I hope either our ale or mead will bring you pleasure after your journey, little though it may be for you.."

No servants were around the table - instead the place was already prepared, with the lord pouring his drink from a large bottle-like container meant for the purpose.