[Open]

[threadspell]

Who: Sandry, Open
Where: Pisces District streets
Summary: Sandry arrives in Hinoto-ri, but she's not yet convinced that she's not stuck in a dream.
Warnings: None

Sandry had been so sure that she had been dreaming. A very odd dream too, all about masks and something called a 'persona' and a very mysterious man. But then she when she woke up, she wasn't in her own bed. In fact, she wasn't anywhere she knew at all.

"Cat dirt, I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" she said, putting her hands on her hips and looking around her with a rather disgruntled air. Not that Sandry objected to dreaming, but waking up from one dream to find yourself in another was just...well...unpleasant! One dream was enough, thank you very much.

Although, some of the clothes people were wearing in this dream...well! She'd never seen anything like it! In fact she would have thought that she'd never be able to dream anything like what that woman over there was wearing...except apparently, she had. She had to try and get a closer look...

Comments

[tyrantball]

Oh well hey look at that - a new person! Desco had better make sure to greet her properly.

Which is why there is now a tiny demon girl flying up to Sandry.

"Hello! Welcome to Hinoto-Ri! You live here now, and Desco is your new Queen!"

A grin, showing off her mouthful of shark-like teeth.

"Desco knows you must be thrilled to have a queen as adorable and strong as her!"

[threadspell]

And here Sandry had been thinking that the clothes were the only odd thing in this dream. Apparently not anymore, as she now had an odd little flying...girl? Well. She was somewhat girl-ish, if you didn't look at the tentacles and...were those mouths?! Oh dear, her dream was taking a drastic turn for the disturbing...

"I don't have a Queen," Sandry answered primly. Dream or not, she couldn't allow someone to make grossly incorrect claims about who was her sovereign. "I am a subject of Emelan, which is ruled by my great-uncle, Duke Vedris."

[tyrantball]

Huh.

"Desco thought 'Duke' was a title self-important prettyboys gave themselves to make them sound like a big deal! Is it really an actual title?!"

[threadspell]

Sandry had been under the impression that this bizarre creature had been telling her about this 'Queen Desco', but now she realised that she'd been missing something. "You - you're Desco?" she said with a gasp. Why on earth would she talk about herself in the third person like that?

"And of course Duke is a title! And you certainly just go and give it to yourself. And, I might also add, if you had ever met my uncle, you would certainly not think him at all self-important!"

[tyrantball]

"Did Desco give off the impression that she wasn't herself?"

Slight pause.

"If he's not self-important, is he at least pretty?"

[threadspell]

"Yes, she did, because usually people don't talk about themselves in the third person!"

Sandry was beginning to wonder if she should start seriously wondering about her own subconscious here. Honestly, how on earth had she ended up dreaming up this?

"N-no! My uncle is dignified, and regal, and if he's anything he is handsome, not...pretty!"

[tyrantball]

Desco tilts her head to one side and blinks the golden eye set in her forehead.

"It's been a while since anyone commented on Desco's speech patterns! It feels kinda nostalgic."

Another shark-toothed grin.

"Dignified, regal, and handsome...ooo! Desco likes the sound of that!"