Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20181227190417/@comment-35181954-20190129023952

(whoops sorry lmao took so long to reply and also whoops long passage)

Royalle shrugged. After all, she had anticipated Ablative to respond in all seriousness and she knew what she said was just petty praise as she rarely found anything interesting to banter about during duelling. Whatever things that seemed interesting technically only were for five seconds, then the impression would fade off with another few swings of a sword, which was why she rarely liked to talk during duelling, unless of course, had something to do with herself or her interests. However, since they both already struck a conversation, she might as well continue well and end well. These few words that they had exchanged proved that Ablative was not one for small talk and was all about severity. Through her Mythology elective, Royalle had learnt about the harsh ways of the Romans and clearly, Ablative represented a good example of the Roman general.

Royalle considered herself to have two personalities: one to fellow 'dainty' princesses that she forcibly had to adopt because of Headmaster Grimm's ridiculous lectures on how 'you have to be nice and presentable to your peers even if you want to wield a sword, Miss Charming, as a generic Princess Charming, you have to behave in proper princess etiquette' and the other was a whole other matter, where Royalle could be as indifferent to everything as she ever could be. Although Ablative seemed to like pointing out faults and low-class material in her replies, she couldn't actually care less, because: she enjoyed sword-fighting for the thrill of sword-fighting, not other things like banter.

"Speaking of which, I suppose I actually could. My rants to you will be empty words, so no point. Also, we could continue duelling, you know, 'cause we stopped? Otherwise, I wouldn't mind getting a drink. If you want a break, the drinks are on me, though I doubt you wouldn't give up in trying to defeat me." Royalle grinned.