Ayame Li Britannia
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Jul 10, 2009 18:32:03 GMT -5
“Boorrrrinnnnggg~” A dull voice rang through out the base of the Black Knights. In one of the lower levels of the Base, down the hall on the right, door 47-D, faint sounds of annoyance could be heard through the titanium frame. The two guards standing outside glanced at each other, eyebrows raised.
“You sure she’s a Princess?”
“That’s what I heard from the Second Division. They say Captain Aoi snagged her in her the ghetto. Apparently the kid has information.” the guard shrugged at the look of disbelief on his comrade’s face. “I dunno. It seems unlikely but I highly doubt the Captain would mess up like this.”
“I guess...I’ve heard of rebel princesses before. Just never knew they actually existed.”
“UGH! WHERE’S THE FUN IN ALL OF THIS!?” Both stared at the door, eyes widened slightly.
“…Ayame, huh?.”
“…Yeah.”
“…Noisy, huh?”
“…Yeah.”
Inside the room 47-D, sitting in a room that was empty with the exception of a table with two chairs, Ayame Li Britannia stared up at the ceiling, a look of absolute boredom on her face. “Ugh.”
Dull. Un-lively. Dreary. Boring. Those were the words that came to the third princess’ mind when she thought about her current situation. Seriously. Being kidnapped was supposed to be exciting! Like on those TV Dramas sensei used to watch back at the Pendragon. There was action, excitement, fun! But this…this was just…boring. Ayame hated being bored.
Leaning back in her chair with her feet propped up on the table, Ayame threw Pon-Pon up and down twice. Throwing Pon-Pon soon became boring. Sighing heavily, Ayame muttered a few words about being (once again) bored and how she would rather be at sensei’s lessons right now. Hey, at least there Ayame knew she could tease the woman. Teasing sensei was always fun.
Golden eyes stared up at the ceiling, another sigh escaping Ayame’s throat. The past few hours seemed like a blur to her. What had started as an innocent snoop into Quack-san’s history ended in her being knocked out by some Emo freak and being dragged to some underground base. Which is where Ayame found herself. Her eyes scanned the ceiling, eventually drifting over to the walls. No windows. Only way out was through the door, and odds were that it was being guarded. She frowned slightly. “Tch.” That was no fun. How was she supposed to go explore where she was if she had the freaking mafia breathing down her neck?!
Ayame’s head rolled around, an eyebrow quirking upwards. Come to think of it…where was she anyways? All she knew was that it was some blue-haired emo chick who snagged her. Girl had muttered something about Ayame having information that they apparently wanted. That part confussed Ayame. How could she have info that some terrorist (she presumed Emo Girl was from an anti-Brit faction) would want? Ayame was looking for information, not holding any! “Peeps got their facts mixed up, ne Pon-Pon?” Ayame muttered before sighing again.
Now a normal princess in Ayame’s situation would most likely be extremely scared or at least worried about the status of their longevity. Ayame, as many have soon come to realize, is not a normal princess. Rather being frightened by the idea of being kidnapped, the third felt excitement bubble up inside her when she had gotten knocked out. She looked forward to meeting her kidnappers, the whole concept of being used as bait sounding like an amusement ride to her. Needless to say, with all of these high expectations, Ayame was most disappointed when she woke up god knows how many hours later, in an almost bare room, no kidnapper in sight.
Leaning her chair back to its upright position, Ayame propped her elbows up on the table, her cheeks resting on her fists. Ok. It was clear that she was in some sort of interrogation room. Hence the other chair. Ayame glanced at the empty seat in front of her. Wonder who’d be the one to poke at her? Bluenette-san? Ayame crinkled her nose slightly. Emo-girl didn’t look like the talkative type, let alone the probing type. With any luck, Ayame would get someone fun to talk with.
Blowing out a sigh, Ayame leaned back in her chair, feet going back up onto the table, Pon-Pon resting on her lap. Letting a hand drop down lazily, she began to fumble inside of her bag for a few seconds before pulling forth a mini baggie of cookies. Hey, she was bored. Boredom usually resulted in hunger for the spastic teen. She had learned a long time ago to always carry a baggie of something sweet with her 24/7 in case of emergencies. Being held hostage in some underground terrorist facility surely fell under the category of ‘emergency,’ right?
Ayame glanced down at the bag still dangling loosely by her hip and then back to the stuffed panda on her lap. She was surprised that whoever was in charge here hadn’t taken Pon-Pon or her messenger bag. Not that she complained or anything, but still…wouldn’t most kidnappers take away anything that could be used as a weapon away? She tilted her head slightly. Maybe they didn’t see Pon-Pon as a threat.
A slight grin crept up the corners of her mouth.
“Stupid heads.”
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Jul 10, 2009 22:45:03 GMT -5
They had a guest today, and not just any guest. This guest was none other than a Britannian princess and not just any Britannian princess. This princess happened to be the fun one of the bunch, which made her a suitable playmate. That was of course why Lucien had jumped at the opportunity to guard the princess. It certainly helped that no one else seemed to want to put up with the princess. She had temporary guards of course, and that probably would have sufficed until she was questioned, but this was the resourceful princess. She would need closer watching than a typical hostage. At least that was Lucien’s excuse. He just wanted to play with her.
Humming a tune to himself Lucien took the elevator down a few floors. He had almost expected the guards outside her room to be unconscious in a sure sign of the princess’ escape. He was met with no such signs however as the elevator doors opened. All was normal, and he grinned as he headed down the hall to the two guards who looked rather confused. “UGH! WHERE’S THE FUN IN ALL OF THIS?” Ah, and that was most likely why, but that was where Luci came in. He was everyone’s fun. Well, he at least had his fun with everyone?
“…Ayame, huh?.”
“…Yeah.”
“…Noisy, huh?”
“…Yeah.”
“That she is, and that is precisely why I’m here. I’ll be her fun and take her off your hands all at the same time.” Lucien informed the two guards with a grin.
“I didn’t know anyone else was going to guard her.”
“Most likely because it was just decided, but if you would really like to stay…” Lucien purred as he slipped an arm around the guard. It had been a stupid comment, and Lucien certainly didn’t feel like having to drag anyone else down here to inform the guards that he was perfectly capable of taking care of the tomboy princess. So in order to expedite the process, what better plan than to play his favorite game? “I could certainly make sure we all have fun. It is what I do best, after all.” Lucien’s fingers had just slipped under the chin of the second guard before both of them pulled away, a move that effectively tugged Lucien’s grin down to a pout. Sure it was what he wanted, but it was part of his game.
“Fine, Lucien. She’s all yours.”
The hand that had sought the guard’s chin planted itself firmly on Lucien’s hip to reinforce his pout, but it failed to change the guard’s mind, so with a sigh Lucien shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. Suit yourselves.” He told them before entering the princess’ temporary quarters.
“Stupid heads.”
“Now now, you shouldn’t judge us all before you meet us.” Lucien said with the grin back on his face but hand still on his hip. “You asked for fun. Just what kind of fun are you looking for, Princess?” Lucien asked as he perched on the table next to Ayame’s propped feet.
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Jul 11, 2009 12:31:50 GMT -5
Ayame stared boredly up at the ceiling, another sigh escaping her mouth. Torture. This was freaking torture. ‘This is worse than sensei’s lectures on the art of crocheting…’ Another groan of annoyance could be heard as the third princess closed her eyes, sighing dejectedly. Hey, nothing else better to do. Might as well take a snooze.
“Now now, you shouldn’t judge us all before you meet us.” Golden eyes opened and rolled over to the left. An eyebrow arched slightly. What was this? A visitor? Her interrogator? Ayame blinked once. About bloody time. “You asked for fun. Just what kind of fun are you looking for, Princess?” Her eyes followed the intruder as he took his seat on top of the table, right next to Ayame’s feet.
Now able to get a better view of the dude, Ayame gave her supposed interrogator a quick rundown. Tall, slender (kinda on the skinny side), red hair that was neatly braided, green eyes that had a twinkle about them. To sum it up: a bishie. Ayame blinked twice, her mouth dropping slightly. “So they do exist…” she whispered turning her gaze back down to Pon-Pon. “First an Emo, now a Pretty Boy. Place is full of weird people, ne Pon-Pon?” she said before turning her gaze back up to the redhead sitting by her. A cheeky grin soon came way to her face. Bishie or not, new person meant only one thing in Ayame’s book: new potential flytackle football buddy.
“First off, name’s Ayame. None of the princess lingo, okies?” she started, holding up an index finger in a counting manner. “Secondly: can you tell me where I was nabbed to? I mean, I don’t really care and all…but odds are sensei’s gonna want some kind of a report when I get back (to make up for the work load I’m gonna miss) and so knowing where I was will kinda help, y’know?” Ayame continued, a complete lax air surrounding her.
“Thirdly- A grumble cut her off. Pausing slightly, Ayame glanced down at her stomach, blinking twice, her mouth forming an ‘o.’ Oh yeah. Food. She had forgotten about that. How long had it been since her last meal, anyways? Her nose crinkled slightly. Meh. Hell if she remembered. Looking back up at the redhead perched by her, Ayame grinned sheepishly, a hand going to scratch her hat. “Sorry ‘bout that.” she said as she dug through her messenger bag, pulling forth her baggie of cookies. Opening the packet, Ayame did a quick visual inspection of them. Still intact, nothing crumbled, scent was still fresh. In short-still edible.
Popping one into her mouth, Ayame glanced back at the redhead. “You want? It’s double choco-chip.” she asked as she tossed him the baggie, not really waiting for an answer. Fiddling with Pon-Pon for a few seconds, Ayame remained silent as her thoughts drifted back to her sister. Sylvana. Odds were the woman was in the middle of a breakdown. First Wounded-san got captiannapped and possibly physically altered, and now-BAM! Little sister gets picked up by some strange folk. Ayame felt her stomach knot in that all too familiar ‘ahh shit, here’s the guilt trap’ way. Frankly, Ayame didn’t mind her current situation-this was a field day for the spastic teen. But even Ayame knew that she was the only one who would see this as something to laugh about. Odds were Sylvana was currently gathering as many search squads as possible whilst trying not to break down. Ayame sighed slightly. ‘Sylvie-neesama’s gonna kill me when I get back…’
Looking back up at the redhead, Ayame cracked another grin. “So. When does the haggling begin? Sooner we get it over with, the sooner flytackle football starts.” Her grin widened. “You look like you’d be a fun flytackle buddy.”
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Jul 15, 2009 23:02:09 GMT -5
Lucien raised an eyebrow at their honored guest as she proceeded to evaluate him. “So they do exist…” Lucien could only chuckle. There were only a few things that ‘they’ could be referring to given the context, and Lucien was certain that Ayame was going to share exactly what she had classified him as without him having to ask. “First an Emo, now a Pretty Boy. Place is full of weird people, ne Pon-Pon?” Green eyes blinked. Well, he obviously wasn’t the Emo, and he knew that Aoi had brought the girl in. Had Ayame called Aoi that to her face, Lucien wondered. The thought made him grin. She probably had.
“Now, now, Princess. What did we say about the name calling?” Lucien scolded with a laugh. “Besides. I would hardly call my ‘Pretty Boy’ status, weird. It’s a gift, a blessing, a talent if you will. It would be the same as me calling you weird for being a princess,” Lucien informed her as he crossed his legs. “And, I would say a princess being in the middle of a ghetto is quite weird as well.” The grin on Lucien’s face only broadened as he decided to play the princess’ game.
“First off, name’s Ayame. None of the princess lingo, okies?”
Lucien held up his own finger to match hers as he retorted. “Your name may be Ayame, but I was not using ‘Princess’ in observance of your title. It was simply meant to flatter a lovely young lady such as yourself. But I suppose the effect may be lost on you seeing as you are in fact a princess, so I shall use only your name.” Normally, Lucien might say that Ayame was a bit young for his usual targets, but he played with Sakura just the same (although she was just a special case in general), and at the very least the young princess would probably appreciate his game more than his beloved Commander did (not that her dislike would ever deter him from playing with her).
“Secondly: can you tell me where I was nabbed to? I mean, I don’t really care and all…but odds are sensei’s gonna want some kind of a report when I get back (to make up for the work load I’m gonna miss) and so knowing where I was will kinda help, y’know?”
Continuing to mirror her, Lucien held up a second finger as well. “Well, if you don’t really care then I don’t feel any need to tell you. It shouldn’t be my responsibility to give you the information needed to report to your teacher. After all, you were the one who managed to get yourself captured, so it’s only fair that you do the work to figure out where you are. We already did the work to bring you here. That seems to split the work fifty, fifty.”
“Thirdly-” The rebel princess was interrupted by her grumbling stomach. Lucien had just held up a third finger when the princess grinned at him. “Sorry ‘bout that.” Lucien couldn’t contain himself. He burst out laughing. It was just such perfect timing. He fell back on the table, lost for several minutes to his laughter. The princess had won the first round it would seem, but not the game. Even after he’d managed to calm his mirth, Lucien remained laying on the table until a cookie landed on his stomach. Raising his head a bit, Lucien looked toward the plastic wrapped chocolate cookie. Lucien preferred chocolate in hot form, but who was he do say no to a free chocolaty baked good? With a shrug of his shoulders the red head sat up again and opened the bag to happily munch on the cookie.
“So. When does the haggling begin? Sooner we get it over with, the sooner flytackle football starts. You look like you’d be a fun flytackle buddy.”
Lucien looked up and tilted his head, still eating the cookie. “Haggling?” He thought for a moment before shrugging. “I wouldn’t know. That’s not exactly my forte. It’s not what I volunteered for either.” No doubt someone would want to question the girl, but that wasn’t Lucien’s job. At least he hadn’t been informed that it was… “I’m here for entertainment.” Lucien said with a grin to match Ayame’s. “Mostly my own, but maybe yours too.” He told her as he happily finished the cookie. “Now, what exactly is flytackle football?” There was no small amount of amusement in Lucien’s voice as he leaned forward a bit.
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Jul 16, 2009 9:52:47 GMT -5
Ayame had to admit it. She had gotten lucky. Looks like this pretty boy wasn’t some jerkface-he seemed like a cool person. Sure he was a bit odd, but then again who was she to criticize? Ayame stared thoughtfully up at the redhead, her eyes calculating. While he was a skinny guy, he wasn’t scrawny. He had the height advantage…long limbs usually meant fast runners. She nodded to herself. Yup. Excellent candidate for flytackle football.
She glanced around the room she was in, her face crinkling slightly. So she wasn’t gonna be told where she was, eh? Make her figure it out, eh? She bit back a groan. As much as she liked puzzles, this was not something she wanted to figure out. How many terrorist groups were out there, anyways? Ayame had no clue. Every time she would go snooping around, sensei would bring out her smiting stick, telling her she ought to look up something worthwhile, rather than info on some crazy radicals. Ayame blinked dryly to herself. ‘Way to go, sensei…’
“Haggling? I wouldn’t know. That’s not exactly my forte. It’s not what I volunteered for either.” Ayame blinked in surprise. So Pretty Boy here wasn’t her interrogator? She crinkled her nose slightly in thought. Then why the hell was he… “I’m here for entertainment.” Ah. There we go. Question answered. Ayame leaned back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Entertainment, huh? So in short he was to keep her amused until the hagglers came? Humor her until they wanted her to talk?
She grinned slightly to herself. Fun~
“Now, what exactly is flytackle football?”
“Hmm?” Ayame snapped her head back up, the redhead’s voice snapping her out of her thoughts. Had she heard him correctly? Had this guy just asked her what flytackle football is? She stared up at her companion, a look of pure pity spreading across her face, her eyes tearing up dramatically. Was it possible…could it be…
“You don’t mean…you’ve never played flytackle football before?!” she half screeched as she leaned up, clutching the redhead’s hands, tears threatening to spill over. Too cruel. The idea alone was too cruel. How could this guy live, not having experienced the wonders that is flytackle football? Ayame shook her head, the pity look still on her face. So cruel…
Ayame was known to be a spazz-that much was evident just from appearance. But if there was thing she was, it was that she was a firm believer in the idea that everyone was entitled to fun. And what was more fun than flytackle football? Sure this guy wasn’t exactly what she would call best friend material and all, but he had an honest laugh. Honest laughs meant a good person. Sure odds were Sylvie-neesama would flip if she ever got whiff of this, but she couldn’t just leave things as is. Besides, wasn’t this guy here to be her entertainment? If worse came to worse, Ayame could just say that the guy was doing his job. Simple as that. She mentally nodded to herself. ‘Yosh.’
All of a sudden, Ayame snapped her head back to look at the poor soul, her face clear of tears; instead a determined look had replaced the look of pity. “Ok. I’ve decided.” she began, a grin itching at the corners of her mouth. “I will teach you, dear Bishie-kun, the wonders that is flytackle football.” she stated, her grin widening.
Without waiting for much of a response, Ayame leaned back and dug through her messenger bag, pulling forth a pad of paper and a pencil. “The point of the game is quite simple: flytackle as many people as you can without breaking any bones.” she began, drawing circles on opposite sides of the paper, connecting them with single lines. “There’s a football somewhere in all of this, but no one really pays any attention to it..” she continued, waving her hand absentmindedly.
Placing the paper and pencil back into her bag, Ayame grinned up at her student. “And now…the way to flytackle properly…” She adjusted herself so she was sitting in a half crouched position, her grin widening as a wild glint flickered in her eyes. “Is like so.” And with that, the third princess of the Imperial Family, Ayame Li Britannia, pounced.
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Jul 20, 2009 22:41:05 GMT -5
“You don’t mean…you’ve never played flytackle football before?!”
Lucien’s green eyes blinked in amused confusion as the princess grasped his hands. She apparently had deemed it a crime against to humanity to not know the game. An amused smirk curved Lucien’s lips. If by some miracle Ayame ever ascended the throne, she’d probably make it an official law that everyone must learn the game and play regularly. It’d probably end up being a national sport. That’d have to be some miracle though. As the young princess stared up at him with the most pitiful look, Lucien was trying hard not to laugh. She really did seem to think it was a tragedy that he’d never heard of this one game. Lucien knew plenty of games, his personal favorite being strip poker. He was terrible at poker. But that was certainly not appropriate to play with a teenage princess… unless she suggested it first.
“Ok. I’ve decided.” Lucien raised an eyebrow, curious as to what the princess’ grand decision was. “I will teach you, dear Bishie-kun, the wonders that is flytackle football.”
Bishie-kun? That was his nickname now apparently. Absently it occurred to Lucien that he hadn’t actually given her his name, but she seemed rather content with his nickname. Lucien had a nagging feeling she’d call him it whether she knew his name or not, so what did it matter. With an amused smile he watched the princess proceed to draw something which vaguely resembled a football play. “The point of the game is quite simple: flytackle as many people as you can without breaking any bones. There’s a football somewhere in all of this, but no one really pays any attention to it.” Lucien laughed. Somehow that didn’t surprise him very much at all. More and more he was suspecting that Ayame had made this game up herself. “And now…the way to flytackle properly…” Oh now this was bound to be the best part. Lucien watched Ayame as she got into position. He knew that grin, and he had a good idea of what it meant for him. “Is like so.”
Having been more or less expecting the result, Lucien was able to brace himself enough to not go sliding back off the table. Instead, he was knocked back into the table with the kidnapped princess grinning over him. Lucien could only laugh. The poor girl really had no care for the danger she could potentially be in here (their current positioning not withstanding). She was a hostage, and all she cared about was finding someone to play flytackle football with. Mind you, Lucien certainly didn’t mind. In fact that was exactly what he had been hoping for, but it could get her into trouble. Still… Lucien admired her spirit and as he looked up at her triumphant face, a grin of his own curved his lips. “Well, if you get one point for doing that…” Lucien’s arms wrapped around the princess’ waist and pulled her down to him as he looped a leg around each of hers. “How many points do I get for this?” Lucien leaned his head up to steal a kiss on the princess’ lips. He didn’t let it linger long before pulling back again. “Some might call that a touchdown.”
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Ayame Li Britannia
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Jul 21, 2009 13:26:40 GMT -5
Ayame grinned down at Bishie-kun, an aura of triumph surrounding her. She had succeeded in the flytackle. Sure, it would have been better if they had actually gone flying off of the table, but hey-she’d take what she could. No need to push her luck. Besides, she still wasn’t sure how much flytackling the redhead could handle. Would suck major monkey ass if she ended wounding her flytackle buddy before the fun started.
“Well, if you get one point for doing that…” Ayame felt an arm snake around her waist and all of a sudden she was able to see the pores on Bishie’s face. An eyebrow shot up and her nose crinkled in confusion.
‘…wait a sec…’ This went against flytackle football regulations.
“How many points do I get for this?” Ayame blinked once.
“Haammgn?!!” Golden eyes remained opened as the redhead stole a kiss from the Third Princess, her body frozen solid for a brief second.
“Some might call that a touchdown.” Ayame stared down at the man pinned below her, her face blank. Did he…had he just…oh you had to be shitting her!
Eyes narrowing, Ayame reached behind her and in one swift movement, clonked Bishie-kun over the head with Pon-Pon. “BAKA!” she shouted, a look of peeve on her face. “bakabakabakabakabakaBAKA!” with each ‘baka’ that came out from the Third Princess’ mouth, the playboy was greeted with another wack on the head.
Once she was done with her smiting, Ayame sighed heavily, not in the mood to move from her current location on top of the redhead. “Mo.. Are you deaf or something? I thought I told you… the point of the game is to flytackle your opponent! Not snog ‘em! Sheesh…” Another sigh of annoyance came from her throat as she folded her arms across her chest, Pon-Pon resting on her lap, as she shook her head, a look of disapproval on her face. She had hopes for this guy…he really looked like he’d be good at flytackle football…
“Guess he’s just looks, eh Pon-Pon?” Ayame muttered to her stuffed panda, poking it in the cheeks as a slight pout came across her face. Pooperlumpers.
Now this hadn’t been the first time Ayame had been kissed-her first kiss had actually been taken from some noble back when she was 10. It was at some gala at the Pendragon and Ayame had been forced to sit with the son of one of the head nobles, mostly for the sake of appearance (she had made a deal earlier with sensei: no lessons for the day if she sat with him for an hour) and just when she had been about to leave, the little brat stole a kiss from her. Ayame thanked him by sending some brownies the following day. Little Noble spent the rest of the week in the hospital with food poisoning.
Ayame smiled fondly at the memory. Ahh yes~ The perks of being an awesome baker. No one ever suspects a brownie. Quickly shaking off any thoughts, Ayame turned her attention back to redhead under her. The little incident when she was 10 hadn’t been the only one. Throughout her life, Ayame had found herself in situations when the guy tried to make a move on her. It was one of those default accessory gifts that came with being a princess: 24 hour pimp service. So what Bishie-boy over here had done hadn’t really phased her as much as it would to a normal person. Though, the suddenness did throw her off for a brief second, but nothing extreme. Her reason for beating the poor man senselessly had been because he didn’t listen to her, rather than because of the actual act.
Ayame sighed once again before shuffling off of the redhead, sitting crosslegged on the table, Pon-Pon still on her lap. “And here I thought I found a star tackle buddy. Crappers.” she rested a cheek on her fist before reaching into her messenger bag and pulling out a box of Pocky. Taking a stick, Ayame held out the box in offering to the redhead, her eyes giving the room she was in another look-over.
“So. Bishie-kun.” she began after a few seconds, pocky stick sticking out from her mouth. “Seeing that flytackle football was an epic failure, got any ideas of ways to kill time till people here decide to poke me?” her eyes fell back to the redhead and she cracked him a dry grin. “’Cause I sure as hell don’t.”
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Aug 9, 2009 10:30:41 GMT -5
The captured princess had clearly not appreciated Lucien’s modifications to her beloved game. The evidence? The large panda that the girl began to repeatedly whap over his head. “BAKA! bakabakabakabakabakaBAKA!” Lucien just started to laugh. The stuffed animal hardly hurt as Ayame hit him with it, and it was just so amusing. Most people would be legitimately angry, or freaked out, or disgusted, or at least unnerved, but the girl hard hardly missed a beat. She’d simply reached for the panda to scold him, to call a penalty in the game probably. Lucien just laughed even after the princess finished her punishment.
“Mo.. Are you deaf or something? I thought I told you… the point of the game is to flytackle your opponent! Not snog ‘em! Sheesh…” A grin lit Lucien’s face again as he looked at the girl, still on top of him; she certainly wasn’t complaining about being up there. He had just modified the game a bit. Every great idea needs some revision. Look at how many times games like baseball and basketball had changed throughout the years… Okay Lucien had no idea if they had ever changed, and he barely knew the current rules of them, but still. It was mostly innocent fun. It wasn’t like he was asking to make the game ‘strip flytackle football.’ That would just be silly, although it might result in better aerodynamics. “Guess he’s just looks, eh Pon-Pon?”
“Hey now!” Lucien said, starting to control his laughter. “I am not just looks. Yes, I am partially looks, and they are certainly one of my favorite parts, but I am not just looks.” Lucien informed her in an attempt to defend himself. “Besides, didn’t you deduce that I would be a good flytackle opponent from my looks? I don’t think you had much else to go on.” Lucien watched Ayame’s fingers poke the panda in its cheeks, and he debated. It could end with another panda attack on his head, but it was just so tempting. The stuffed bear deserved some kind of punishment too. It needed to be taught that it couldn’t just continue to be used as a weapon in the hands of its owner and expect to be free from retribution.
Ayame moved off of him, and Lucien gave a slight pout of his own. He’d missed his chance. He must revise his plan. “And here I thought I found a star tackle buddy. Crappers.” Lucien raised an eyebrow. Thought? Just thought? Oh she was sorely mistaken, but Lucien didn’t move; he just bent his legs so his feet rested flat on the table, and shook his head at her offer of pocky. “So. Bishie-kun.” A grin curved his lips again. Ah, the name again. “Seeing that flytackle football was an epic failure, got any ideas of ways to kill time till people here decide to poke me? ’Cause I sure as hell don’t.”
Lucien gave Ayame a grin in answer. “I never said I wouldn’t play with you, and I would hardly call it an ‘epic failure.’ Just a difference of opinion in scoring. I will be happy to play with you. You’ll have to make sure that I’m playing correctly though.” Lucien told her. Maybe he’d get retribution on the panda too. “How’s this?” Lucien pushed up off his back, rolled across his feet and sprang at the unsuspecting pocky eating princess.
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Aug 9, 2009 13:05:27 GMT -5
Ayame continued to poke Pon-Pon’s cheeks, a pout still on her face whilst an aura of gloom and doom surrounded her. Pooperlumpers. Crappers. Fiddlesticks. The list grew. Bah. This whole idea of being kidnapped by random strange folk was so not living up to her expectations. How long had she been cooped up here anyways? An hour? Two? Three? Meh. Hell if she knew. Felt like days to her…each minute was dragging at a painfully slow rate. Sure Ayame found some amusement in her companion, Bishie-kun over here and all, but still…that fun was short-lived as Bishie-kun was apparently sucky at flytackle football. Sucky flytackle football players were not fun.
Ayame took another Pocky stick, her nose crinkling in thought.
‘But just because he’s a crappy FTF player doesn’t mean he’s completely useless….maybe he likes baking? Oo…baking with Bishie-kun~ Sensei would get a kick out of that…’ Ayame snickered at the thought as she flashed a glance to the redhead beside her. Oh yea. She could so see this dude in an apron. A big frilly one. Complete with Kuma-chan.
Another snicker. The image was priceless. Well, she would see what Bishie-kun had to offer. If it was a craptacular idea, then she would propose a baking spree. Baking was always fun. Cookies made the world go round. And who can resist a fudge delight brownie? Besides, baking would mean they would have to leave the room…which meant Ayame could finally get a look ‘round this place and maybe she could finally figure out where the hell she was.
She mentally smiled. And people say baking is just good for satisfying the sweet tooth. Silly billies.
“I never said I wouldn’t play with you, and I would hardly call it an ‘epic failure.’ Just a difference of opinion in scoring.” Ayame turned her head back to Bishie-kun, pocky stick still sticking out of her mouth.
“Hmgn?” She finished the stick.
“I will be happy to play with you. You’ll have to make sure that I’m playing correctly though.” Ayame’s ears visibly perked up. He’ll play with her? A wide grin soon spread across her face. Even better! Ayame barely started to squeal in delight when redhead spoke again. “How’s this?”
Golden eyes widened in surprise as Ayame suddenly found herself being fully pounced on, the force sending her almost to the edge of the table. It was only thanks to friction and sheer dumb luck on her part that she didn’t go flying off. She stopped just before the edge, her head hanging loosely in midair.
Ayame stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, blinking rapidly, her face expressionless. Was he…not giving up on flytackle football? Was he…going to try and play properly? Was he seriously making an effort to play flytackle football normally?
And had he just succeeded in flytackling her like a natural?
A grin curved her mouth. “Perfect.” she said after a few moments of silence. “Absolutely perfect.”
With a quick bop of her head, Ayame launched herself forward, her arms clinging around the redhead’s neck, her legs choosing to cling around his waist, the result being the Third Princess giving a hug a la koala. “KYAAA~ YOU DID IT! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Ayame pulled back, only to give the man a kiss on the cheek. “Congradu. freakin. lations.” with each syllable, another kiss was delivered to the cheek. Pulling back, she gave Bishie-kun a wide smile, her face practically glowing. “You have successfully mastered the art of flytackling.” Her grin grew wider. “Gut feeling never fails me. Now then. I got one flytackle buddy here. But you simply can’t play flytackle football with just two people. It gets boring after a while. Soo…clearly I need more candidates…” She leaned forward.
“Any recommendations?”
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Post by vierre on Aug 20, 2009 0:43:12 GMT -5
‘Is it true?’
Vierre’s steps were punctuated by the hollow echo that reverberated down the hallway. Rumours tended to proliferate among the Black Knights stationed at the base like a torrid wildfire during a drought. The current word circulating was that Aoi had brought in a hostage-- though not just any hostage. This one was apparently one of Britannia’s Princesses. Vierre unconsciously balled his right hand into a fist and bit down on his lower lip. ‘Whice one is it? For what purpose?’
Taking a member of the royalty hostage was a bold move, but it was also blatant provocation and invited disaster in the form of harsh retribution. Nonetheless, Vierre knew he could feel that familiar buzz of anticipation deep within himself, a sensation that he could not deny was invigorating. He also could not deny that his soul was restless and hungry after a string of mind numbing patrol and reconnaissance missions for the 1st Division. He hadn’t even had the time in the last several weeks to stop by one of the many underground gambling dens sprinkled through out the Area 11 ghettos.
’47-D…’ That was the room number Vierre had heard the hostage was being held. He could see the room up ahead now, but it was looking particularly unsecured with a noticeable lack of guards. ‘Hnph… sloppy.’ His eyes narrowed and he slowed his pace as he neared the room, allowing his suspicions guide him. Yes, that twitch of excitement was simmering. “KYAAA~ YOU DID IT! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!”
Vierre’s heart beat at the sudden outburst coming from behind the door. The scattered noise of scuffling and furniture shifting leaked from the room. He did not even realize it, but Vierre was smiling and already reacting, his hands dropping down to draw a pair of matching handguns. He sprinted forward, sliding to a stop in front of the door before bursting in, both guns out and ready… ready for…
Ready for the sight of Britannia’s Third Princess descending from a full body hug around Darcy. Vierre sighed. If it were possible, his soul would have done the same, disappointed by the circumstances. “So is this what passes as security for our esteemed organization these days?” Vierre returned his weapons to their holsters and stood at ease. “An unsecured room, no guards, and our prisoner wrapped around one of our members. Brilliant! I could not have told a more far fetched story myself,” His eyes scanned the room, lingering briefly on the messenger bag and the stuffed panda. He sighed again, putting a palm up to his forehead. “The First Princess would have used the stuffed animal to escape by now,” he muttered to himself in considerable disbelief.
So Aoi had kidnapped Ayame Li Britannia. Vierre cleared his throat. “Forgive me, your Majesty,” he said with a half bow though it seemed to be performed out of mindless habit. At the same time he glanced at Lucien. “I trust you have not been mistreated during your… stay?” He gestured towards the messenger bag and walked towards it. “Do you mind if I take a look? I need to, of course, ensure that it is safe. I’m sure you understand.” He smiled politely looking her directly in the eyes. She may have been a prisoner, but there was no need for Vierre to be discourteous to a member of the Britannian royalty. Simple security protocols though were too much to overlook.
“And you, Darcy,” said Vierre calmly to Lucien. “What exactly is going on here? What have you been doing with the Princess? Nothing... inappropriate I hope.”
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Sakura Shizuka
Administrator
Commander-in-Chief[M:419]
When the game is over, the King and Pawn go into the same box.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Aug 21, 2009 20:52:15 GMT -5
“I told you…until we confirm on where the hell Zero has decided to go play hide and seek, we are not, I repeat, not to launch any surprise attacks on the Pendragon! Doing so would be suicidal, pointless and downright stupid. I don’t tolerate stupidity.” The sounds of a stuttered ‘Ma’am!’ and buzzing of the turning off of an intercom filled the empty office. Sakura leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. God….stupidity of some people. ‘Lets go launch an attack on the Pendragon!’ they say. As if they were in any position as a unit to do something like that! Such stupidity…made her wonder why the heck they were allowed in the Black Knights in the first place…
Sakura shook her head. ‘Quit being such a bitch…’ She sighed as she stared at a pile of papers in front of her. She continued to stare at them, trying to make them burst into flames just with eyes alone. Nothing happened. Another sigh. “Guess Pratchett only works in fiction…pity.” Sakura mumbled to herself as she reluctantly leaned over and plucked up a packet. It was clear that the papers would not disappear from her sight unless she did it the old fashioned way: go through each and every leaflet.
“Orders for the new Knightmare Frames are to be arriving shortly…*mumble mumble*…Britannia has yet to launch any attacks…*mumble mumble*…no sign of Zero…*mumble mumble*…I swear when I get my hands on that little-
A polite knock at the door.
“Commander?” Sakura’s eyes rolled towards the door, her annoyance radar automatically flaring.
“Come in.” A young man stepped in and bowed once.
“Commander. I’ve come to tell you that the hostage-
“ ‘Hostage?’” An eyebrow rose up quizzically. The man blinked twice, confused by Sakura’s reaction.
“Y-Yes…the Third Princess, Ayame Li-
“PRINCESS?!”[/b][/color] Sakura screeched as she suddenly stood up from her chair, her eyes wide. “What the hell do you mean, the hostage is a princess?” The messenger paled several shades whiter.
“W-Well, I thought you were the one who ordered it, Ma’am and that-
“Who did it?”
“Commander?” Sakura’s hand flew to the bridge of her nose as she tried to pinch back the headache that was approaching.
“Kindly tell me who the fuck was the birdball who kidnapped the bloody princess without my orders!”
“C-Captain A-Aoi of the Second-
“Akuma?” Sakura blinked back in surprise. Aoi did this? Why would she? Aoi wasn’t stupid. Surely she knew better than to go and kidnap a freaking royal when they were leader-less. So why…
Sakura looked down at her feet while she bit her thumb in thought.
“H-Hai…I heard that she thinks the princess might have information on some man…name’s Anderson, I think-
Sakura’s eyes flew up.
“Anderson?” The kid has information regarding Anderson”
“That’s what the reports say, Ma’am.” Sakura took a step back. You’re shitting her. You simply had to. This kid….this britannian spawn…had information on a man that Sakura has yet to find a freaking paragraph on?!
Sakura bit out a cold chuckle, her head shaking back and forth, disbelief evident on her face. “Karma. Loves me as always…” Sakura slumped back into her seat, turning to look back at the piles of paper before her. “Whose watching her now?”
The man’s fidget went unnoticed by the young Commander. “Lucien, Ma’am.”
“Uh-huh.” Sakura nodded mutely, her eyes still staring blankly out in front of her. ‘This kid actually knows something…note to self: give Aoi a raise of some kind. If this actually works, girl fucking earned her own Knighmare Frame…but that’s saying this kid is useful….what if she’s full of crap? No, Akuma’s not the type who blunders up like this…if she says the kid has info, then odds are-
It was only then that the man’s words reached Sakura’s ears.
'Lucien.'
Her head snapped so fast to look at the young solider, he was certain she gave herself a whiplash. He instinctively took a step back as she stood up straight, her eyes wide as saucers as they stared right into his.
“NANI?!”
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Sakura bolted down the hall, the look of pure panic on her face making many passerbys to stop and stare at her speeding form oddly. Lucien. That was Darcy. Darcy was a flamboyant French playboy. French playboy was currently keeping watch over a young princess. “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuucckkk” Sakura chanted as she sprinted down the stairwell, taking three or four steps at a time, not caring if she nearly collided with anyone else. This was not good…Sakura needed the girl alive and not mentally traumatized…not suicidal and invaded in more than one way! “I swear, Darcy, if that girl’s sanity is not intact…” Finally making her way to the basement, Sakura stormed through the doors and grabbed the first person she saw by the collar. “The hostage. Where is she?”
“R-Room 47-D.” Sakura released her grip, and turned on her heel, resuming her sprint. As she neared the door, the faint sounds of a muffled scream followed by the sounds of rough movement reached Sakura’s ears. She paled slightly. Muffled screams….rough movement…
Only meant one thing.
“DARCY!” Sakura burst through the door, braced to give the redhead more than just the usual smiting, her hand already on the hilt of her sword, when-
She stopped. And blinked. Again. Third time, just to be safe. There, as if Lucien Darcy had been transformed into Santa Claus and she was telling him what she wanted for Christmas, was the Third Princess, Ayame Li Britannia. Just sitting there. On Lucien’s lap. Just like that.
Sakura felt her eyebrow twitch as her throat struggled to form the right words, the result being her opening and closing her mouth silently. Turning her head to the left, Sakura noted that she was not the first one to barge in either. For Vierre was also here. It appeared he was also surprised by the sight as well. Sakura instinctively nodded her greetings to the man before turning her gaze back to Lucien.
“Darcy…”, Sakura began once she found her voice again, “Kindly explain to me what the fuck is going on.” she said, her voice uncharacteristically sweet. She cracked her wrist once, the meaning obvious. “I trust you've been behaving yourself.” Sweet smile. "Right?"
Another crack of the wrist.
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Post by zero on Aug 22, 2009 12:36:39 GMT -5
He'd been away only a few months and look how things had fallen apart. "I'd picked those division commanders to lead whilst I was gone, remind me to open up their positions once we land. Have my knightmare loaded into my private hangar, and tell my squadron they had best not gotten out of shape." The man told his subordinate on the radio as he began his descent into Penglai Island airspace via one of the nation's transport jets. As the jet came to a complete stop on the runway, a few soldiers started to wonder what was going on. They watched as the crew of the jet unloaded a Gekka, shortly followed by a tall man with... They all saluted upon realising who it was, before the man dismissed them. "Any interesting developments?" He asked a nearby officer. "Yes sir, Captain Akuma recently captured the third princess Ayame Li Britannia." "The princess? Thats very useful, and potentially dangerous. If Britannia found any evidence whatsoever of her presence here they would be able to demand her release or face war. Make sure that noone lower than a lieutenant rank learns of this information." "Yes sir." The officer understood orders, and walked off to make sure they were fulfilled.
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If they had captured a princess, then he knew which section they'd keep her. Section 47 was amongst the lowest levels, deep down and hidden. It was only three levels above Section 50 - a place where only he and the commander in chief had the authority to be. However he knew that so far he'd been the only one to enter in the last century. "47-D..." He said as he came to the door, and double checked through the small window that the princess was inside. Well, that was certainly the third princess alright, but whose lap was she sitting on? Lets see... Red hair, short nose, green eyes, bishonen good looks... Ah yes, "Ishtar", so thats where the EU's old 007 knockoff had gone. Penglai's intelligence network knew him well. Got a bit 'friendly' with someone, then slit their throats open afterwards.
Now here was the million dollar question, why was he in the Black Knights of all things? He'd been a soldier to the EU for over 7 years, why work for an organization that might become opposition to them. Perhaps he'd been waiting for a chance like this one, to get intimate with a valuable hostage. Of course it was also true they had several female officers, including Aoi and Saku- Sakura. She was in there too, and from the expression on her face he could guess she'd had some kind of experience with this guy, and was just looking for an excuse to give him the beating of a life time. Another face was there too, one he didn't completely recognise. Either way he would keep Lucien's past to himself for now - perhaps it would be useful. The door clicked as it opened for a fourth time today, with him stepping into the room. His cape folded around him, his mask dark as always. "Sakura... tell me, why is it we have some french playboy, the third princess of britannia, and the two of them looking like they're rehearsing for 'Santa's little workshop'?" Zero asked, calm as the day he had first met her.
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
European Union
Internal Cleaning Supporter[M:6109]
The world is full of pain. I want to control how I get hurt.
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Aug 26, 2009 1:11:54 GMT -5
Green eyes were alit with amusement as Lucien looked down at the successfully tackled princess below him. That would teach her (and the panda) to doubt his flytackle abilities. The redhead was sufficiently pleased with himself seeing the surprised look on the younger girl’s face. He gloated for a bit before sliding back to his previous perch on the table and leaving her to contemplate his use as an opponent. In the mean time he plotted on the best course of action he should take to punish her panda. He, of course, doubted that he’d be able to get it away from her without some kind of fight to the death, but he plotted nonetheless.
“Perfect.” Oh? Lucien looked over at Ayame with a grin of his own. Apparently his score had been tallied. “Absolutely perfect.”
“A perfect 10?” Lucien asked with a laugh before he suddenly became a eucalyptus tree to the princess’ inner koala. He loosely wrapped his own arms around her waist as she hugged him.
“KYAAA~ YOU DID IT! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Sounded like the appropriate reaction for a perfect 10 flytackle. “Congradu. freakin. lations.”
Lucien could only laugh again as she kissed his cheek. “So is it stated somewhere in the rules that only the flytackle master is allow to bestow kisses? Because I seem to recall that they were not allowed not ten minutes ago.”
Now then. I got one flytackle buddy here. But you simply can’t play flytackle football with just two people. It gets boring after a while. Soo…clearly I need more candidates… Any recommendations?”
More candidates? Recommendations for other players? A rich laugh erupted from Lucien’s throat again at the mental images of several of his fellow Black Knights attempting to play the game. Mind that of course none of them would be very willing to do so. That small detail however made the whole thing more amusing. “Recommendations? Well, Ayame, we did kidnap you which makes us the worst sort of ruffians, you know. And I have to tell you that most everyone else is dismal, dull, no where near as much fun as I am.” The redhead paused. Maybe not everyone… Lucien could think of one, maybe two possibilities. Though the first would probably not take kindly to being tackled by him. The second might… “On second thought… I mi—”
“So is this what passes as security for our esteemed organization these days?”
Lucien turned and grinned at the sight of Vierre. “Perfect timing~!” He chimed.
“An unsecured room, no guards, and our prisoner wrapped around one of our members. Brilliant! I could not have told a more far fetched story myself.” The amount of sarcasm in Vierre’s statements made a pout turn Lucien’s lips down. The captain could have a bit more faith in him. It wouldn’t kill him. Green eyes looked to Ayame’s bag as Vierre asked about searching it. Lucien had assumed that Aoi or another soldier had gone through it before she had been brought down here. It had made sense to him, but that hadn’t been his priority, so he wasn’t positive.
“And you, Darcy. What exactly is going on here? What have you been doing with the Princess? Nothing... inappropriate I hope.”
“For your information, Ayame does not like being called ‘Princess,’ ‘Your Majesty,’ or other such titles. And she has been very well looked after. Do you really think the door would have been unlocked if I would have been doing something ‘inappropriate’?” Lucien asked him with a grin. “Don’t you remember? I made sure your door was locked the other night.” Softening his voice for Ayame’s ears only Lucien whispered, “He would be one of my recommendations for a flytackle football player. Why don’t you demonstrate the technique for him?” Lucien had just released his hold on the princess’ waist in hopes of unleashing her on the First Division Captain when the door burst open.
“DARCY!”
Lucien was quick to tighten his hold again. Now was no longer a good opportunity to flytackle Vierre. “Uh-oh. Busted,” Lucien whispered to his flytackle partner with a soft laugh. The redhead offered Sakura an innocent smile as she surveyed the scene. Apparently no one had informed the Commander that Lucien would be watching the hostage… or at least not until very recently. “Yes, Commander?” Lucien asked in his sweetest, most innocent tone. “Finally free of your paperwork I see.”
“Darcy… Kindly explain to me what the fuck is going on. I trust you've been behaving yourself. Right?"
Face the picture of innocence Lucien nodded. “Of course, Commander. Ayame and I have just been getting acquainted, and she was kind enough to teach me a game. I would be happy to demonstrate it for you,” he offered.
"Sakura... tell me, why is it we have some french playboy, the third princess of britannia, and the two of them looking like they're rehearsing for 'Santa's little workshop'?"
Green eyes slid to the new arrival, mildly surprised. Apparently Zero had decided to grace them with his presence again. A smirk curved Luci’s lips. Perfect. “Oh no, no,” Luci chided. Gently, Lucien moved Ayame off of his lap and he stood, moving to sidle up against the masked man. “I’m hardly dressed appropriately for that, and Ayame might be a bit too young. Besides, that game is only for you,” he purred as he delicately rested on hand on Zero’s chest and the other on his shoulder. “I would certainly be happy to play it with you again, though, now that you’ve returned.”
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Post by zero on Aug 26, 2009 5:16:57 GMT -5
“Oh no, no,” Lucien said as he put Ayame away from him, then proceeded to cuddle up to the Black Knight Leader. Lucien's hand went for his shoulder and chest. “I’m hardly dressed appropriately for that, and Ayame might be a bit too young. Besides, that game is only for you,” The man purred, obviously attempting to create his own little fantasy in front of everyone. “I would certainly be happy to play it with you again, though, now that you’ve returned.” Zero's hand clutched itself around Lucien's like an iron vice, to the point that it could dislocate his fingers if necessary. Zero's voice grew dark and cold, almost as if the devil himself were here. "Considering that we have only met in these last few minutes I find that highly unlikely. Also just because some fool inducted you in does not mean I recognise you as one of my knights, for I know your past you wretched little parasite." He stated as he then flung Lucien away from him with incredible force. "And who even gave you the authority to be down here? Or gave you that to dismiss the guards. I know the standard protocol for S-Class Hostages - I wrote it afterall." He questioned the frenchman with pure malice. "Now if you value anything in your miserable life, you'll leave - now!"
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Aug 26, 2009 13:23:42 GMT -5
Ayame grinned cheekily at her companion when he commented on the whole kissing on the cheek being against the rules. Hey, rules were meant to be broken. Standard in every sect of life.
“I have to tell you that most everyone else is dismal, dull, no where near as much fun as I am.” A frown itched the corners of her mouth. Well. That was no fun. Surely there had to be other hyperactive energizer bunnies around here! Bishie-kun couldn’t be the only one…right?
“So is this what passes as security for our esteemed organization these days?” The door opened to reveal a tall, not so much of a Bish, male blonde. Ayame’s head tilted to the side. Who was this? New playmate? Possible future flytackle buddy? Her haggler? Or was it just some random passerby? “Forgive me, your Majesty,” Ayame frowned. Heyyy…she wasn’t on Britannian-friendly grounds! What was with the princess lingo? “Do you mind if I take a look? I need to, of course, ensure that it is safe. I’m sure you understand.” Ayame hissed and clutched the bag closer to her. No. nononononono. No way in heaven or hell was she about to give up her beloved baggie of goodies to some dude. Besides, if they were ‘worried’ about it, they should have looked at it while she was conked out, no? Their loss. Not her fault that peeps here were a little slow. Ayame clutched her bag closer to her and turned her head away from Male Blondie Interrogator.
“No.” A simple response. Spoken like a true brat. Hey, Ayame could play the role of the difficult/snobby/royal pain in everyone’s (insert colorful language here) if she wanted to. Besides, she was the hostage! Weren’t hostages supposed to be difficult and crap? Like on them dramas sensei used to watch. There was always that scene where the interrogator slams his fists on the table because the interrogated is being difficult.
Ayame mentally grinned. Pushing people’s buttons was always fun. Wonder how hard she’d have to push till this guy snapped.
“For your information, Ayame does not like being called ‘Princess,’ ‘Your Majesty,’ or other such titles…” Ayame looked up at Bishie-kun with teary eyes. Friend! Tomodachi! Amigo! Bosom Buddy! Resisting the urge to glomp him, Ayame only nodded in agreement to the redhead’s statement, crinkling her nose at New Guy. “He would be one of my recommendations for a flytackle football player. Why don’t you demonstrate the technique for him?” Ayame blinked.
“Eh?” This guy? Flytackle material? Ayame gave the man a quick look over. Well…he looked solid. Solid people were good. Height wise…somewhat taller than Bishie-kun, so that was a plus 1. Ayame tilted her head. Man had all the physical credentials…but he didn’t give off the likes to be crazy/adores random fun vibe like redhead over here.
Ayame grinned evilly. Even better~
Ayame felt Bishie-kun’s grip on her loosen and she took that as her chance to poise herself, ready to spring at the unsuspecting blonde. Only to be interrupting by the banging of the door as a second person ent-
“DARCY!” Ayame cringed at the volume. Ow. That one hurt. Ayame craned her head around male blonde to see a young redhead. Looking pissed. Extremely pissed. Like PMS crossover with hangover sufferer with screaming child in same room pissed. Yea. She was angry. Ayame blinked twice at the new lady. Okayyy…this made person numero trois that Ayame didn’t know. Would she be her haggler? She looked somewhat important…well, more like she gave off the ‘argue with me and you meet Mr. Pointy’ kind of vibe.
“Yes, Commander?” Ayame tilted her head up to look at Bishie-kun. So his name was ‘Darcy’, huh? Snazzy. Ayame turned her attention back to the raging redhead and whistled lowly. Commander, eh? Looks like the Big People were coming out to greet her. About bloody time. “Finally free of your paperwork I see.” Ayame saw the woman’s eye twitch at the mention of the apparent piles of paper waiting for her back at her office.
“Guess not…” Ayame muttered, laughing nervously as she offered the woman a weak salute.
“Darcy… Kindly explain to me what the fuck is going on. I trust you've been behaving yourself. Right?" Ayame’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was it that everyone and his mother thought that this dude was sexually assaulting her? Sure, the guy snogged her a few minutes ago but that was simply due to a misunderstanding of the rules! Nothing too extreme. As far as Ayame was concerned, this guy was pretty snazzy. No need to rip out his throat…
“Of course, Commander. Ayame and I have just been getting acquainted, and she was kind enough to teach me a game. I would be happy to demonstrate it for you.” All the while, Ayame’s head bopped up and down in agreement.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s as Bishie-kun says. He was doin’ his job perfectly well-keeping me entertained, that is. I mean, that’s why he was sent down here, no? To make sure I didn’t die of boredom? And he got some edumacation out of it as well. Can you believe this dude had never heard of flytackle football? I nearly had a stroke, I swear. But anyways, I taught him the basics. Dude’s a complete natural! So yea…he had just successfully flytackled me when you guys walked in and-
The door opened for a third time to reveal a tall masked man. Ayame’s eyebrows rose. ‘Wait a sec…I know that mask…’
"Sakura... tell me, why is it we have some french playboy, the third princess of britannia, and the two of them looking like they're rehearsing for 'Santa's little workshop'?" Ayame felt a wild grin tug the corners of her mouth.
“You’re shitting me.” she turned to look at the Commander and male blondie. The former looking downright speechless. “The Black Knights? I got kidnapped by the freaking Black Knights!? Jackpot!” Ayame half shrieked, jumping up and down in complete and utter excitement. The Black Knights! The BKs! The most popular terrorist group in all of Area 11! Ayame sighed in contentment. Sometimes karma loves her…
"Now if you value anything in your miserable life, you'll leave - now!" Ayame’s eyes widened as she saw her flytackle buddy be shoved off like he was some disease. A frown replaced the wild grin. Well. That wasn’t snazzy.
Hopping down from the table, Ayame bopped over to Zero and stood up to him, hands on her hips. Craning her neck to see him (damn the shrimp gene!), Ayame pouted. “Oy. Zero-kun. That wasn’t cool, yo. Bishie-kun over there’s my flytackle buddy. Don’t go throwing him ‘round like some rag doll. It doesn’t make you look super scary or anything. Frankly, that redheaded chick with the sword scares the bejeebles out of me more than ya. You seem like a plushie in comparison. A big fluffy one…with extra stuffing…” Ayame trailed off as she began to envision Zero as a giant stuffed toy. Oo teh fuzziness~ She suppressed the urge to giggle in delight.
Quickly shaking her head clear of thoughts, Ayame slapped a hand to Zero’s shoulder, a wide grin back on her face. “So yea. Anywhose, what the hell am I doing here anyways? I mean, I’ve been locked up for god knows how long and no one’s told me crap. I get I’m in the humble abode of the BKs and that odds are I’m gonna be used as leverage of some sort, but…Emo-san said something about me having info. This is where I blink and go ‘Hai?’.” Ayame looked around to her four companions.
“Someone care to fill me in?”
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