Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Age 37
- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
The target Arf had chosen remained oblivious, eyes still tightly shut, huddled up in the seat. Not a single scratch seemed to be present on the child's body, not even a tear or smudge on her dress. The moment the dog pokémon made as if to leap, however, a single hand intervened, delivering a sharp but controlled rap to his nose.
Frowning, Harlequin stepped up from the seat next to her trainer's, shaking her head disapprovingly at the dark type, much like a scolding mother lecturing a misbehaving child.
With that done, however, she nonchalantly turned back to Evelyn, resuming work on setting up the child's hair, a pair of red ribbons clamped in her mouth and a comb in her hand as she smoothed out the unconscious trainer's blonde hair and secured it in the more travel-conventional twintails.
With the growing commotion, the child slowly stirred, light blue eyes lazily opening to face the sight ahead.
"Mmm...Quin?" the voice was soft and effeminate, the child gingerly reaching up a hand, "...what...happened?"
Lady Lucinda, meanwhile, was not pleased.
This in itself was not unusual. It was rare enough to see the lady Crimson smile when things were going well; with the recent escalation in the conflict, most of the royal guard were just happy that their commander's piercing glare was focused on something besides them for once.
"My lady?"
With an annoyed little sound, she turned her head to face the approaching soldier, absently shifting a lock of her already short-cut, auburn hair to the side before returning the salute.
"The archers are in place?"
"Yes. my lady." the soldier replied, still visibly nervous, "We have the craft surrounded, as per your request."
Lucinda nodded, her gaze once again narrowing in on the fallen airship. Around it, a number of soldiers in armor only slightly less decorative than hers were fanning out, spears and shields at the ready. A small group of armored machoke taking point under the supervision of an attentive lucario.
"Good."
"...permission to speak, my lady?" the guard swallowed, trembling a little as he glanced at the aircraft, "This...thing, do you think it could be-"
"It could." Lucinda replied flatly, "But I doubt it. If this was that prince's doing, there would be no sense in deploying his troops this far in our territory with no source of backup. Stay calm, soldier. We will find out who is responsible for this soon enough."
Stepping away from her unnerved subordinate, the commander slowly approached the wrecked machine.
"Occupants of the flying device!" she called out, "You are trespassing on the sovereign kingdom of Lumaria! As commander of the royal guard, I hereby demand that your leader step out unarmed and unescorted. Failure to comply with this demand or any attempts at hostility towards myself or my men will be regarded as an act of war and dealt with accordingly. You have five minutes."
Frowning, Harlequin stepped up from the seat next to her trainer's, shaking her head disapprovingly at the dark type, much like a scolding mother lecturing a misbehaving child.
With that done, however, she nonchalantly turned back to Evelyn, resuming work on setting up the child's hair, a pair of red ribbons clamped in her mouth and a comb in her hand as she smoothed out the unconscious trainer's blonde hair and secured it in the more travel-conventional twintails.
With the growing commotion, the child slowly stirred, light blue eyes lazily opening to face the sight ahead.
"Mmm...Quin?" the voice was soft and effeminate, the child gingerly reaching up a hand, "...what...happened?"
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Lady Lucinda, meanwhile, was not pleased.
This in itself was not unusual. It was rare enough to see the lady Crimson smile when things were going well; with the recent escalation in the conflict, most of the royal guard were just happy that their commander's piercing glare was focused on something besides them for once.
"My lady?"
With an annoyed little sound, she turned her head to face the approaching soldier, absently shifting a lock of her already short-cut, auburn hair to the side before returning the salute.
"The archers are in place?"
"Yes. my lady." the soldier replied, still visibly nervous, "We have the craft surrounded, as per your request."
Lucinda nodded, her gaze once again narrowing in on the fallen airship. Around it, a number of soldiers in armor only slightly less decorative than hers were fanning out, spears and shields at the ready. A small group of armored machoke taking point under the supervision of an attentive lucario.
"Good."
"...permission to speak, my lady?" the guard swallowed, trembling a little as he glanced at the aircraft, "This...thing, do you think it could be-"
"It could." Lucinda replied flatly, "But I doubt it. If this was that prince's doing, there would be no sense in deploying his troops this far in our territory with no source of backup. Stay calm, soldier. We will find out who is responsible for this soon enough."
Stepping away from her unnerved subordinate, the commander slowly approached the wrecked machine.
"Occupants of the flying device!" she called out, "You are trespassing on the sovereign kingdom of Lumaria! As commander of the royal guard, I hereby demand that your leader step out unarmed and unescorted. Failure to comply with this demand or any attempts at hostility towards myself or my men will be regarded as an act of war and dealt with accordingly. You have five minutes."