Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-10860529-20150620074642

Despite Bathilda's intent to avoid future appearancees, she regretted missing out on the "fun" that had consisted of the meeting that she missed; a destiny show-down, shattered security camras, and apparantly some hacker bribed the group of... something.

If the rumors were true, then she had to stop by. Just not in those rags she worse. Servant-Chic was was so last chapter.

She had to bring someone however. Someone who could be her real support. Dirt might be thrown at her and she'd need backup. She wasn't clingy with folks who would die like her, but she knew of a prince who would leave his world behind. Ands adoptive parents would become terminally ill from heartbreak; wouldn't that count?

He'd likely say no, but at least she was the tallest of the two.

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And so the self-proclaimed thespian bursted through the door with no prior, one hand raised and another clutching the glowing arm of the next Kaguya-Hime. She narrowly averted crashing into Tim, and before the lunar heir could get a word in, Batty raised her voice. "Mind if the glow worm comes for the ride? Actually, don't answer that. Now if you excuse me, I'll be taking the reins and no matter who offered first, I'll be jumping through that nice-lookin' portal right there."

She smirked while letting go of Akito. However, she interrupted him again before taking her leave, paying mind to Airmid in particular. "Don't let him leave."

The future waiting-maid pointed at prince before flashing a salute. Cue portal-jumping and what sounded like an profanity-filled exclamation of excitement.

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Who was blue, bright and annoyed all over? That was Akito.

Not that he didn't like fieldtrips, but really? He was destined to live! Bathilda was (an albeit lowkey) friend, but the last thing he needed was to see his classmates snivel over their parents' graves. He couldn't leave now, but ugh!

Dark eyes quickly scanned the room; a knight, a bird-girl, some red head guy, some others of note. He bit his lip, a normally fair face flushed in blue-tinted bioluminescence. For once he spoke up without interruption. His voice was surprisingly calm, if not a pinch deadpan. "Don't mind me, I'm but a soon-to-be immortal among living ghosts."

He meant it as a joke, but perhaps using a term used behind the group's bad wasn't such a good idea.