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BOARDMASTER ([personal profile] boardmaster) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-07-07 12:00 pm

intro ♚ july

WELCOME TO CAISSA



We’ve all had those dreams: you wake up on a table, to blurry, ominous images and the certainty that you are absolutely buck-naked in a room full of strangers. This is not quite it.

Instead, you come awake to the sun on your face. The soft burble of water nearby. The hustle and bustle of a busy street and the faint, fortifying smell of bread. You open your eyes and there’s no one there at your bedside, but there is what appears to be the end of the world happening just beyond your window.

There’s a crack in the world across the sky, the “sun” is the totally unnatural light spilling from that crack straight into your eyes, and someone’s left a neatly pressed and folded uniform at the foot of the bed that isn’t yours. Somewhere in the room, there’s a strange clatter like beads, the click of claws on the floor.

Something’s in here with you.

Also, you are naked.

ONE Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
Your Carriers and the floor nannies in your rooms relay, in unison and in the curt voice of Secretary Alexandre Verdoni, a public service announcement informing all Heroes of the Delphine Grand Ball, a masquerade hosted by the Gammonian Embassy to celebrate the Heroes’ successful defeat of Noir in the Lasker Incident and the safe arrival of international foccer superstar, Ryder Wreckham. It will be held tonight at 6 PM at the White Rose Multipurpose Function Building. There will be dancing, a live orchestra, a buffet and flowing drinks, and plenty of Blanc’s finest to schmooze with, so don’t miss it! The abrupt and lavish invitation might rattle the new arrivals, but those who’ve been here longer don’t seem surprised, and many don’t look very pleased, either.

Masks and formal wear are both said to be an absolute must, but if you’re strapped for cash or festive spirit, you could get away with wearing a clean Hero uniform. But why would you when Gammon’s elites are willing to provide Heroes with complementary masks, suits and dresses precisely for the occasion? And if you need any help with your clothes, hair, makeup, or date, don’t hesitate to ask your friends or the Hall of Glory’s maids and butlers for help.

As you get ready for the ball, your floor nannies may flip through a few radio stations to set the mood; one of them just so happens to be airing Voices from the Other Tide, a popular radio show based in Lasker’s The Shield. Its target audience is comprised of international refugees and immigrant communities, so you may have caught the show before during your stay in Lasker or your visits to Sparrow Towns all over the country.

Rocco Ricci: You are listening to Voices from the Other Tide! This fine Delphine evening, the suns are shining, the moons are just about to change color, and do YOU know where your trains are? I’m your host, Rocco Ricci, coming to you live from the center of The Shield! We’ve been looking at the fallout of the latest chapter in the war with Noir, the railway attacks that happened a few weeks ago right here in the heart of our very own city. I have with me today Nokoru Nokozaki, and it’s about that time. Time to let the survivors have their say, eh? What do you say, Nokozaki?

Nokoru Nokozaki: Ah, I’d like to say thank you for inviting me, and thank you very much for doing this show. I apologize if I am not able to give many clear answers, it was a very confusing time. A very confusing trip. I still don’t know how I survived, to be honest.

Ricci: Don’t sweat it, no sweat, eh? I’ll be asking all the questions and giving you half the answers, all you need to do is work with me and give our listeners a taste of what it was like, getting trapped in the middle of all that. Explosions and magic fireworks and what was that I heard, the Blanc military running around like chickens with their heads up their—

Nokozaki: Yes, thank you very much. It was a normal trip, to visit family in the— in The Shield, I believe you call this? I am not a refugee, but I know many who tried to settle in what we call the Blackest Empire, and tried to start again in the Lawless Lands, and failed. They came here, looking for something. I came here to see how they lived.

Ricci: Right, right, that’s how it always goes, isn’t it? Better bacon, better wallpaper, it’s what we’re all here for. Why, back when I was a— [ a sudden whine of feedback ] … Thank you, thank you, I’ll have that mic back. A recap for our listeners, a train with some 800 refugees was attacked and destroyed by Noir infiltrators just a couple weeks ago! Nokozaki here is one of the very few survivors. My condolences. Condolences.

Nokozaki: Thank you… It was lucky for me, I was in the mines in Shatranj. I have endurance, you know, I can walk very long distances without food, without water. No shelter. In the mountains we passed through, there is only bad weather. And when they blew up the train cars, we had to walk home on our own. Ah, but not home, you understand.

Ricci: I sure do. What was it, there was a rumor you came back with Commander de Lisbrand of the Blanc brass? There’s a firecracker if I’ve ever seen one — not that I’ve clapped my own eyes on her yet, may I be blessed — word has it she was stranded up in the mountains all on her lonesome for a while when Noir blew the whole army off the map, and she walked her fine self back to civilization! Why, we could do a whole segment on that alone!

Nokozaki: Is that not what we are doing? I assumed… I was to talk about my experiences marching with the Lady de Lisbrand, they are calling it the Iron March, I hear? She was not alone, but trapped in the mountain with a very small number of soldiers. And us, we were in the car with them when the bomb went off, but we did not know what had happened then. Only after we returned to Lasker…

Ricci: Oh, we know all about the Iron March! Is it true you all had to survive on rock moss and wild mountain cat?! Our listeners have gone wild with speculation! [ some rustling and clearing of throat ] But of course, of course you’re quite traumatized, I’m sure. A very difficult time. This is just one of many, many stories we’ve heard coming out of the Sorokina Mountains in recent days, and many more of them feature our Lady de Lisbrand. Stay tuned for some important upcoming guests, several of whom are still searching for family members gone missing in the chaos…

Despite the flurry of preparations and rumors flying about the ball in every alleyway, not everyone is interested in Delphine’s most prestigious event. Many of Caissa’s most eligible maidens have never danced at something so public! Some otherwise upstanding citizens just can’t be bothered to go, especially since they’re not the ones getting sponsored for free clothes. What’s the point in dropping half a year’s worth in wages on a fancy suit and tie or a ball gown?

For those who don’t wish to have anything to do with Blanc’s upper echelon or its martial celebrations, Uptown Caissa is abuzz with the biggest civilian event of the month: Festivale de la Ceinturonne, named after the sparkling, silver galaxy you can see on clear, summer night skies.

How about you, Hero? Which celebration will you choose? Or perhaps you'd like to double dip?

TWO Delphine Grand Ball
As two men in dapper suits greet you with synchronized bows and throw open the doors to the grand ballroom, the mellow strains of a live orchestral waltz flow out, filling the extravagant hall with the sound of soulful strings and whimsical woodwinds. Beautifully-dressed dancers move in pairs on the marble floor, swaying and gliding under a brilliant, crystal sky of chandeliers. The large, open arches that line the west side of the hall are decorated with massive velvet curtains that billow gently in the night breeze and hide both shyer dancers and small tables of finger foods. Young, passionate couples and colleagues in cahoots alike—sometimes it’s hard to distinguish the two—throng the balconies outside, enjoying the clear starred sky and the glow of Oubliette close at hand.

The crown jewel of the evening is, of course, the exquisitely bedecked and room-length tables laden with high-class food and drink the likes of which neither you nor the vast majority of ordinary Caissans have ever seen or heard. And they keep bringing out more! No spot on the table is to be left bare for the remainder of the evening! (Gerald, Hall of Glory Head Butler, highly recommends the champagne!) Some tables, however, might hold familiar dishes from French and British—er, Blanc and Gammonian cuisine. Most eye-catching are the tiered displays of pastel marshmallow cups and the tall and ornate fondue fountains of cascading chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla. They’re a homage to the mallow-colored moon of Delphine, the goddess of love, and tradition suggests you share a mallow with someone you care about.

Blanc’s richest and most influential are all present and accounted for. If they’re not waltzing or eating caviar, then they will be conversing among themselves over exquisite wine. Some try to catch the attention of Ryder, whose giant and suspiciously realistic fur coat and suit look wholly inappropriate for the weather. He smokes an expensive-looking pipe encrusted with diamonds while a small, diligent bodyguard serves as his very own footrest. Prime Minister Thierry Toussaint mingles with the noblest of families, his mask adorned with feathers that fall nearly to the floor. Both individuals are as sought after as they are difficult to approach… You’d have better luck simply mingling with other VIPs and soliciting their opinions.

Most are full of hot air and idle gossip, but some express open discontent with Ryder’s views; must be that speech he made a while ago. Others take issue with the Prime Minister’s handling of affairs; still others have whispered doubts of Secretary Verdoni’s loyalties to share with you; Commander de Lisbrand does not escape scrutiny either, despite not being present. There’s also talk of the new wave of Blanc leadership, though you can never quite get a name to go with the ambitious rumors. However, you will notice that, despite their poisonous tongues, Blanc’s best and brightest seem to be quite taken with you!

This is your chance. What you say to the VIPs can influence their opinions of Blanc’s leadership, the Lasker incident, and Blanc’s course of action from here on out, for better or for worse. (You are allowed to control the unnamed VIP NPCs. What did you tell them?)

THREE Wish Upon A Star
Maybe you looked at the people around you, the ones you’d be dancing and schmoozing and seen with in the papers the morning after, and thought, ”Not happening.” Perhaps the ballroom is too grand, the people too snazzy, or the music too classy; it makes your head spin right round. Some fresh air and eavesdropping on the veranda may just clear your head.

On the way out, you may notice a certain someone sitting at one of the veranda tables, surrounded by paperwork and a delicately stacked pile of beignets. Shouldn’t Secretary Verdoni allow himself to celebrate for once in his life? Upon closer (and discreet) inspection, it looks as if the paperwork is exclusively composed of reports on the Lasker incident. Does Verdoni look increasingly unhappy the deeper he digs into the stack? It’s also possible his face is just stuck that way.

It may be best to leave him to his work; though trying to engage him in conversation will lead to:

Verdoni
Do I look like I have the time to speak with you?

[ he says briskly, but relents quickly ]

Perhaps just a moment. The situation in Lasker is improving, thanks to your efforts. Well done. Your work in reaching out to residents of The Shield has eased tensions, though it’s still a long ways away from what I’d consider good.

Of course, our work is never done. [ his gaze flicks back to the paperwork before him; it’s clear by ‘our’ he means ‘my’ ] That’s not even getting into the reports I’ve been hearing from Petrosian. People disappearing, strange things in the river… it may be nothing, but keep your eyes open.
Should you leave the premises entirely and walk on through Uptown Caissa, you’ll find the chance to experience an entirely different aspect of Blanc culture. Around this time of the year, the week-long Festivale de la Ceinturonne is taking place in the streets and skies of the capital: the people of Caissa are heavily encouraged to write poetry about their dreams and desires so as to receive blessings from Delphine, goddess of love and the arts. These small wishes are folded and tied to trees around the Oubliette Temple Shrine.

Many commoners appear cheerful as they gather and offer their wishes to Delphine. The bright, star-shaped lanterns hanging from buildings and trees create a mellow atmosphere and attract crowds of lovey-dovey couples around who seem too happy to have wishes at all. Maybe you feel up to taking a peek at some of the local merchandise: colored cookies and good luck charms lovingly made in bird and mermaid shapes, or well-coveted couple bracelets with two parts that make one whole. But be careful! Losing your bracelet is said to bring bad luck!

The streets are also absolutely bustling with errant performers of all kinds, many of whom tell their own versions of the story of la Ceinturonne: said to be the sash of Delphine herself stretched across the sky in a river of stars, it separates the famous doomed couple of legend. The bluebird Ilatar and the mermaid weaver Geva are said to have been cursed by Delphine for their carelessness, and may only meet once a year at the mouth of the great river. Some performers may be looking for helping hands to play roles in the story! Let your inner thespian shine!

But not everyone can be happy, even once a year: the rumblings of civil unrest in Lasker have increased in volume ever since the train attacks. Many of the aforementioned street performers this year seem to have added a political or darker bend to our annual tale of great romance: in some versions, Ilatar and Geva backstab Delphine outright, while in others, the river itself turns against the lovers, and so on and so forth. A great deal of graffiti has been smeared over the pristine walls behind the temple, lambasting the Prime Minister for selling his country to the Gammonian and Noir old money.

If you wish to quell the unrest, you may put on counter performances, clean the graffiti, or invent your own, more creative means of quieting the people. Be advised, though: Blanc’s masses have had their eyes opened, and it will take some fancy footwork to close them again.

INFO Welcome!
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-07-17 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[A few hours from now, Bolin will poke fun at Naruto having a crush on a pretty girl. It's an extension, in a way, of the same anxieties plaguing Hime-chan right now- the nervousness that makes her feel jumpy and uncertain, that make her feel insecure.

Naruto hasn't asked her to the ball because he was trying to romance her. Their friendship is too fresh for that and even just being with her like this now he's seeing a new part of her. They're still learning one another, but what he's seen already had been more than enough to prompt him to ask. He likes being around her. She's kind, and she has a really gentle heart. Naruto doesn't feel like those are characteristics that apply to him personally, but they're qualities he admires when he sees them.

Hime-chan might feel nervous now, but she's going to keep going.
His smile is warm and tender. Just a little bit private.]


Mn! It's like we're a team.
We can look out for eachother.
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-07-19 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's something about the warmth in his smile that resonates within her. It's like standing underneath the sun, except its light seeps beneath even her skin to fill her insides with sunshine.

A team. She's never really felt like the kind of person that people could rely on—she was always too shy and nervous and scared. It's something that she wants to change—that she's working so hard to change, especially here. Naruto is the kind of person she wants to be instead, someone who makes the sort of promise that he did just now. ]


Okay. [ She smiles in return, reflecting warmth back at him. Except... the only problem is that she doesn't really know what she's bringing to this partnership. ] Um...

[ Sure, she's been to a lot of events like this, but what kind of use does experience get here? She's still not great at talking to people. The only thing she really knows is etiquette and— ] Do you know how to dance?
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-07-21 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
A...ah...

[Discovered.

Like all things Naruto feels, this sudden flush of embarrassment is written all over his face. It's easy for him to run into things on his own- he's used to charging in when he doesn't know the odds, or even when the odds are stacked against him. He's made a fool of himself plenty of times and he's sure he'll only keep doing it. He's gotten strong, but even then people still tell him he's being really uncool.

It's different now that anything he does is going to be a reflection on Hime-chan, who only said yes because they're friends- not because she's anything like him.

The color rises high and bright on his face, his laughter is nervous.]


I guess it's real obvious, huh?
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-07-23 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I-It's not like that!

[ She shakes her head furiously, rattling the dangling ends of her hair ornament. Ah, she said the wrong thing! She didn't mean to make him think that... she thought he was clumsy or unrefined or anything like that! ]

I just thought... since you said you weren't really used to this... [ It's not a very common skill. As a princess, she's had to learn many different types of dancing from all over the world, so that she'd always be able to represent her country well. But most people don't really have use for something like that, especially if they don't go to events like this, so she can't really blame him for not knowing.

Besides... she lowers her head, her expression showing her uneasiness. ]


I just thought I could sh-show you how. I-I don't really know anything else helpful.
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-07-24 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, is that part of it?

Something in Naruto's expression shifts- a quiet progression. It's easy to overlook these details, especially on a young man that's so noisy, so overzealous in the way he experiences life. Naruto's head tips forward, a smile- soft and secretive on his face.]


I'd like it, if you showed me how.

But you know, friends don't have to worry about being helpful.
[He straightens then, pushing his wait to his feet, a hand extended between them.]

It's okay to just be you, you know?
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-07-28 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seriously, Naruto has a really uncanny way of saying a lot of things that she really needs to hear, whether he means it or not. This one digs deep underneath her skin and settles there, driven home by the soft edges of his smile. ]

Ah... [ She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again, her brow furrowing. What does she say? Self-confidence is something she's struggled with for so long—as the youngest of six (minus one if you don't count Corrin), and all of them talented and strong, she's always felt small and invisible. Extra. A spare.

And it's entirely her own fault. Her family has always made her feel loved, but something about it became lost in translation, so that she never really learned how to love herself. Like her big brother Takumi, she wants to prove herself, to show that she's valuable, to make herself useful to others. She's still learning... that she doesn't need to try so hard. That she's already valuable, and not because she's proved herself or become useful.

It really is uncanny... she glances down at his outstretched hand, her shyness making her hesitate. But after a moment she reaches out and takes it, curling her fingers around his. ]


Okay. [ It's not as confident as it could be, maybe, but change is difficult. The most she can promise is that she'll take his words and tuck them away somewhere safe, where she can remember. ] Do you want to go inside?
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-07-29 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He probably would have stayed out here all night if that was what they'd both needed, because sure, he was curious about what would be here at the party- but he's here with Hime-chan because they're friends. They could have gotten all the way to the front door and if she'd wanted to back out at the last minute, he would have gone running back towards the festival with her hand in his.

Instead, at her invitation, Naruto pushes up to his feet brightly and sticks his elbow out- so that she can take his arm. (He's pretty sure that's the right thing to do. That's what it looks like everybody else is doing?]


I'll do my best not to step on your feet.
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-08-08 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her smile is warm as she takes his arm, so grateful for his support that she can't even put it into words. She's still a little nervous, and that's not something that'll be fixed overnight, but for now she doesn't feel overwhelmed by it. In fact... she might even have a little confidence. With Naruto escorting her, this could actually be pretty fun.

WITH THAT, they enter the party and do a little dancing. After a while, they part ways to meet up with other friends and stuff... and after that, Sakura goes searching for Naruto again, lapping around the ballroom with an eye out for his bright blond hair.

Except... this is perhaps a little more difficult when she has more than a few drinks in her. Not that she realizes those drinks are the source of her problem. (Thanks, Bolin.) But after a lot of fruitless searching, her face flushed, she almost literally stumbles right into Naruto—or into his back, more accurately. But it's unmistakably him, and she looks very happy to see him. ]


Naruto!
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-08-08 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[There is so much that's changed from the moment they'd lost one another to now- the very least of it is that he isn't wearing his suit anymore. He's wearing a curtain that's been wrapped around him as a makeshift toga. If he hadn't come here with Hime-chan and had been bent on making sure he left with her as well, he'd have called it a night after the chocolate fountain and perverted greenbean of a person.

When the weight collides with his back there's a moment where he's frighteningly well prepared to end up in a dessert again. Instead, the weight is barely a weight at all. The sound of his name has Naruto brightening with recognition and sure enough-]
Hime-chan!

[Flushed with exertion and smiling brightly, there she is. One of his hands lift, adjusting the pin in her hair from where it's slipped just a little.]

I thought I lost you!
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-08-09 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her expression opens up with surprise when he reaches out to adjust her kanzashi, her heart fluttering in her chest—but she's experienced a lot of fluttery feelings in her current state, and so she wipes it away with another sunny smile, her whole face lighting up as she giggles. ]

Heehee, I thought I did too. I'm so glad I found you again.

[ It's not like she's slurring her words, but they seem to be coming a lot easier to her than normal, though she has no idea why. Her usual stammer is pretty conspicuously absent, and so is just about every shred of anxiety that she carries on her shoulders like lead—it's nice, she thinks. She feels so... relaxed. Kind of like she's floating.

It takes her a moment (a long moment), but when she finally notices he's not in the suit she remembers— ]
What happened to your clothes from before?
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-08-09 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[The thing is- Naruto hasn't caught on entirely. He notices that she's different that she'd seemed when they arrived because she's smiling easily. She doesn't look so nervous, or like she's trying to become invisible. He figures she must have had a really nice night and met up with some old friends. Even if nothing else came from it, it'd be worth it to come for just that.

Ah but then she asks about his clothes, and Naruto's expression falls. He looks back down at the curtain around his waist, the ties holding it together.]


There's some really perverted people here Hime-chan.

I'm glad you didn't meet any too.
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-08-12 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Normally, she's feel a lot more embarrassed on his behalf for his... current state. But for some reason (you know the reason), it's like she barely notices all the people around them, and whatever his toga means to them. Right now, all of her embarrassment is trumped by concern. She leans forward a little, her eyebrows knit. ]

Are you all right? [ If it was a pervert... then her expression falls as she adds: ] Your suit was so nice...

[ Her priorities right now. But she would be pretty upset too if someone ruined the kimono she's wearing. Besides, he looked so nice... ]
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-08-12 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry. [Something about it is a little sheepish (it's hard not to be when he remembers the screaming, and the stairs, and the hand around his junk) but here he is on the other side.] I might look bad, but you should see the other guy.

[Strange words for someone who doesn't actually dislike Jae-ha as a result, but lets just say he isn't chomping at the bit for opportunities at a three-legged-race. Actually, speaking of people looking bad-]

Ano- But, Hime-chan are you feelin' okay? Your face is pretty pink.
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-08-13 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She nods very seriously, accepting his story. If it's Naruto, then he's more than able to hold his own, especially against perverts. It really is a shame about his suit... but her expression lights up a second later, her hands clapping against her cheeks. ]

Is it? But I feel really great! [ She punctuates this by bouncing happily and throwing her hands out, nearly smacking him. ] Bolin and I talked and had these really tasty drinks and desserts and we danced for a little bit, then I met Mister Sasuke outside and he told me he didn't hate me.

[ It's been a Night. But she's beaming, so obviously it's been a good night. ]
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-08-14 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The clapping of her hands against her cheeks really only makes them more pink, but she still looks just as happy as she did when they reunited, so maybe he's just being worried about nothing? Naruto's weight leans back on reflex, taking him just out of range of her swinging hand. It's nice to see that she had such a good time that she can relax this way. It's the first time she hasn't seemed so nervous, and that can't possibly be bad.

Naruto is smiling indulgently all the same. It's good she stayed hydrated! And that she had something to eat, and got to dance with people who weren't as bad at it as he was! ...Sasuke's- well. That's pretty much Sasuke at his best.]


Does that mean you're not ready to go?
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[personal profile] passtave 2016-08-19 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is she ready to go? To tell the truth, she hadn't really thought about when she sought out Naruto again—mostly, she just wanted to do whatever he wanted to do, since she'd just spent plenty of time with everyone else here. Maybe she is getting a little tired... it's been a long night, hasn't it? ]

Oh, um... I guess... [ She blinks as if this is just occurring to her for the first time, before she quickly rebounds back to delight. Her attention span is particularly short right now. ] Ah! I forgot to tell you the best part!

[ She bounces on her feet again, rocking forward a little unsteadily, then overcorrecting and lurching back—she catches her balance again eventually, but not before leaning in close and grabbing the front of his makeshift toga. Inspired by their new closeness, her voice starts out low like she's telling a secret before rising higher and higher with her excitement. ]

I ran into Big Brother Corrin and my retainer, Subaki! Well, one of my retainers... but I'm so happy! I really missed them...
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[personal profile] acknowledges 2016-08-20 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It's hard to say whether her enthusiasm is contagious or whether Naruto catches her grin because it's so enjoyable to see her happy. All the times they've spoken before it was if- well, he knew he was seeing the real Hime-chan, but that maybe he was seeing her from behind a mask or something. Like she was trying to be herself but was a little too nervous.

Her weight tips forward, both hands on the front of his curtain-toga before she leans in and starts whispering and that is the lightbulb moment. Naruto's mouth opens to say no way your brother got here too? and instead what comes out is a scandalized whisper.]


Hime-chan are you drunk?!