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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 15:23:36 GMT -5
Lucy listened intently, not mentioning her damp cheek or red eyes again. Esme mentioned keeping her ears hidden, and after a quick glance at the other, she realised why. She let her hair out of it's bun and positioned it carefully around her face. Usually, she didn't like it down, but she supposed she really did have to follow blindly now.
It was interesting to listen to her, so Lucy gestured for her to go on. As long as someone was talking she didn't have to think about what was happening. And she couldn't do it herself, not unless they both wanted to listen to someone attempting to make themselves understood through sobs. That was never fun. So, for the moment at least, Esme would have to be the one to talk. Lucy would make up for it later, no doubt.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 15:28:35 GMT -5
(It's fine.)
"I don't know." Roland hoped it would only be a couple days, but he couldn't say for certain. he definitely didn't want to say anything at all unless he knew it was a definite answer. Lying seemed like an absolutely terrible idea, too. Norman would find out soon enough, and then he would be quite angry and try to escape again. That wouldn't do any good. So, the truth it was, even though the truth wasn't satisfying. "I need to figure out some other way to handle this before you can go and I don't know how long it will take. Soon."
Soon, that was the best he could do. Hopefully it was good enough. The only goal Roland had in mind was to get Norman out of here before the next full moon. It wasn't fair to keep someone here against their will when Roland was like that. He was too dangerous, especially with a stranger around. Nobody deserved to be put in that danger. Heck, even if Roland didn't know what to do, he would still probably let Norman go at that point. Of course, he doubted that was something Norman wanted to here. The possibility of him staying here a whole month. Oh, no. He would definitely hate that. So, he just decided to stick with the vague answer.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 15:37:00 GMT -5
"Fairies are one of the few being that can do magic here. Us, warlocks, and genies are the only being that can do magic. Not everyone really likes that. Other creatures are kind of jealous and kind of intimidated." That was why fairies had to be so careful during the war. Others worried what they would do if the fairies did end up joining. "They don't have anything to be afraid of, though. Not with us. Fairies don't like fighting. Warlocks are a bit more dangerous, but their magic doesn't come so naturally. They really only have one specialty and they need potions and spell books, things to help them harness their magic. Take away their stuff and they're harmless." Not that it was easy to take away a warlock's equipment. Oh no, people had died trying to do that, but Esme figured she would leave out that information.
"And that just leaves genies. They're the most dangerous. They have the power to do anything. That's why they're always contained. Trying to get to a genie is basically a death trap. Nasty creatures, too. They'll do anything to try to trick you into freeing them." That said, Esme was fascinated by the creatures, and that was obvious in the way that she spoke. Infinite magic over everything. It was obvious why she was so interested. Plus, she had met, or known people who met, many of the kinds of creatures that lived in this world. Genies were one of the few that she had not seen or heard direct accounts of. Almost nobody ever saw genie.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 15:37:59 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 I gotta poof now, so I'll reply once I get back from the walk.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 15:40:43 GMT -5
(Okay~)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 15:54:35 GMT -5
(Ahh, decisions, my worst nightmare. I do adore both of them as well. Hmmm, how about five?)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 16:10:43 GMT -5
Lucy continued to listen, her eyes getting drier as the other continued. It did help to be distracted like this, learning about things she'd previously assumed to know. She really didn't, if Esme was telling the truth. And why would she be? Lying about this really made no sense. Nobody had anything to gain from that.
"None of this sounds like what we're taught back home," she commented. Her voice was thick, you could hear that she'd been crying, but there was no sobbing over it so she considered it a win. "Genies are supposed to be nice and helpful, you know. And fairies are these tiny people that sparkle and live in flowers and all that."
It was strange, and overwhelming, to have her entire reality flipped on its head. But as long as she focused on these small things, the differences between fairy tales and what was reality here, she managed to hold it together. So she did. She thought of home only in how it related to this place, and not in how she'd get there or what she was missing there.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 16:11:23 GMT -5
(That's fine, I'm on mobile as well about 90% of the time. And I don't mind starting at all, could you just give me your character's name first?)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 16:21:13 GMT -5
"Really? Well, I'm not really considered average sized for a fairy, but even the shortest ones certainly can't live in flowers. Brownies could, maybe. They're really tiny, generally smaller than your pinky, but very useful. They fix things and they're amazing cooks. It was the food that was named after them, you know." Esmeralda said. Brownies were the mythical creatures living here, and even they didn't live in flowers. That was such a strange thing. Where did they get that idea? "And I don't think any fairy sparkles. Not that I've seen, at least."
"What is it like where you're from?" After all, Lucy's world was as strange and foreign to Esme as this world was for the human. A place without magic? Where they had weird clothes and didn't have fairies. All they had were strange and terribly false stories. Did they have any other creatures there? Any werewolves or vampires? Maybe they had imps or dwarfs. She didn't know, but she certainly wanted to.
Not that she would want to be in Lucy's shoes. Sure, she was curious, but this place was her home. Esme would never want to leave this place. She loved it, war and all. Even if her powers didn't always cooperate, she still had some magic. How could she possibly live without it?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 16:37:11 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 Back!
🍉IC🍉 "Soon..." Norman repeated under his breath. That was vague, but it would have to do. "Alright, I can live with that for now...I think I'm going to go look around, get familiar with the place," he said, glancing back over at Roland before he started up the stairs. Maybe they had an art room...he liked to draw, it would give him something to do, he liked to create, especially if he could draw.
He still wasn't happy about all of this and a part of him was considering leaving right then and there-fine an unlocked window and sneak out...considering it wouldn't end in him falling to his death, and so a part of him was also looking for a good escape exit as he started up the staircase, careful to take everything into his attention. The walls, the markings, everything.
Norman went up to the third floor first, figuring he would start at the top and make his way down from there, besides he was more familiar with that floor than the others and hopefully he would likely be left alone if he started way up there.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 16:50:19 GMT -5
(It's all good, here's your starter.)
Catarina had never been away of the fact that she was a princess. In fact, she didn't even know that she had been with that name. In her mind, her name was Rin. She was a human living among ogres. They said her parents abandoned her, left her to die. That left her with very little love toward the humans. No, perhaps she had been born to them, but her family, those that she really cared about were the ogres. This was a smart plan, really. She could be sent out as a scout, or to steal supplies much more stealthily than any ogre could. Catarina had done a lot of damage in her time and she was proud of it.
Now Rin, despite everything, was still definitely the lost princess. She was a mirror image of her mother, small and pale, with auburn hair and brown eyes. However, there were a great many differences, too. Due to her time spent outside, she was sunburnt, and her wild red hair was a complete mess, nothing like the careful curls her mother kept her hair in. The queen was also delicate and posed. Rin was small, yes, but she definitely had muscles, she had to to keep up with the ogres, and there definitely nothing about her that was truly delicate. No, she was strong, without a doubt.
At this point in time, Rin was on patrol, watching the area for any sign of humans. They'd heard rumors that some may try to come into ogre territory, and everyone was on alert. She was no different, and she watched her surroundings carefully, an ax in her hands. The weapon seemed too big for her, too barbaric, too out of place on someone of royalty, even if she didn't know it.
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"I hope you don't mind having company. You know, just to be safe. And, anyway, it's a big house, best to have someone who knows their way around." Roland commented. "If you prefer, I can have one of my servants accompany you." He was slow to follow Norman, and ready to dismiss himself if that was what the man preferred. After all, Roland could understand if Norman preferred to not have the person keeping him here around. He himself probably would not want to be around anyone at all if he was in that position. He certainly wouldn't want to be anywhere near the person forcing him to stay here. That was why Roland offered Norman the choice.
It wasn't just to make sure Norman didn't run off, either. It was a big house. It was easy to get lost and he wanted to make sure Norman could find his way without being stuck somewhere for hours. That and there were a handful of rooms that Roland wouldn't want Norman in, a few things he would prefer if nobody touched. It was possible that the other man might not even find those places at all, hence why he hadn't mentioned it, but Roland would prefer if there was someone there to stop him if he did happen to stumble upon these places.
There were, surprisingly enough, more secrets that Roland had other than being a werewolf, things hidden in those rooms that he wouldn't want to share or talk about. But, then again, everyone did have their secrets, and these things rarely did have to do with stuff of the supernatural variety. Even before the curse, there were things Roland would prefer not to discuss.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 17:05:59 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "...I guess you can come," Norman agreed, though he hadn't meant to get any company. He preferred to work alone however he couldn't, not now, that apparently wasn't an option for him at the moment. Could be worse....at least Roland was being polite and he could appreciate that. It would have been far worse if he was obnoxious or rude. "I figured I'd start with the third floor, since I already kinda know that floor better, plus then I can just work my way down," Norman explained.
He had already started up the stairs at that point, however he figured that he should slow and not rush up the stairs anymore, since he was with someone now and had to adult for awhile. However he also couldn't enjoy his silence anymore and figured he might want to make some light conversation. "So uh...Roland, what's your favorite color?" He asked, unable to just walk in silence and hey, if he had to be here, kidnapped and everything, he should at least get to know his captor, so far all he knew was that he was a werewolf, kinda had a self loathing thing going on, and was not fast to trust people.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 17:32:49 GMT -5
Night for an ogre was an interesting time. They drank and laughed and play-fought. They were rowdy, basically, loud enough to be heard quite a distance away. Of course, ogres were not quiet beasts. They certainly weren't in the comfort of their own territory. Rin was no exception. She was loud and wild, just like everyone else in that bunch. She joined in on the fights, though they did go easy on her, as she was so much smaller than they, barely half their size. Still, she seemed at home, certainly not prisoner, certainly not upset with her life. Of course, this was all she ever knew. She didn't remember her life at the castle. She didn't remember how she was pampered, how loved and spoiled she really was. Why would she remember? She wasn't even a year old when the kidnapping occurred.
Either way, after a few hours, things settled down as the group made their camp for the night. Once things had calmed, many were out very quickly, their loud snores echoing in the quiet forest. Rin was the last one up, doing one last quick search of the perimeter of their camp. Being human, she did have a bit more common sense than the ogres, though she still wasn't the brightest. Still, she knew enough that if there was someone out there, now would be the ideal time to strike and it would be wise to make sure things seemed quiet before going to bed.
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Roland didn't answer right away. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised at the question. Out of all the things to ask, that was what Norman chose. Seeing the strangeness of the situation they were in, hearing such a normal question just felt odd. However, Roland wouldn't complain. Conversation was good. Conversation meant Norman didn't absolutely hate him. He could, maybe, be forgiven for having forced the other man to stay.
"Blue, I suppose." Roland answered with a shrug. It wasn't a thing he thought about a whole lot, what colors he preferred. Colors in general were nice, he supposed, and he really didn't have a particular favorite. So, he just went with the first one that popped into his mind, which happened to be blue. There was also the fact that he wasn't used to this, wasn't used to these kinds of conversations. Getting to know someone, asking silly, trivial questions like what colors they preferred. After all, it had been quite some time before he had actually spoken to someone that he hadn't known a decent portion of his life. He'd been good at this, once. He had been good at talking to people, good at making conversation. Obviously, he had been, seeing how popular he once was. That seemed like a lifetime ago, though, and he was more than a little rusty.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 17:56:08 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "Blue...I like blue too, though I have to admit, my favorite shade of blue is pure sky blue. You know when you look up at the sky and it's on a clear summer day with no pollution in the air...I love that shade of blue. It reminds me of freedom, and adventure, and it looks like it could go on for infinity," he explained with a slight smile on his face as he thought about the color.
Norman continued up the stairs, careful to watch his steps considering he was kinda clumsy and it wasn't all that great to continually trip over your feet. "Do you have a favorite shade of blue? Or it is just...blue?" Norman questioned as they finally made it up to the third floor and he chose a random hallway to go into and explore, wondering if he was allowed to explore the rooms or not.
He glanced over at Roland timidly as if he was asking if he could go in the room before he pushed the door open and peered inside, still not entirely sure if he was allowed inside, however he was curious to at least check out what was in all the rooms, and he really wanted to know if they had any cool rooms...like an art room or a home theater, or maybe a music room.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 18:03:14 GMT -5
"I don't know what yours is like, so it's hard for me to compare them," Lucy said. "But I guess it's a lot more modern? I don't know what things look like here, but going by the clothes and the sword I'd say you're at least a few centuries behind when it comes to technology. Nobody used a sword to fight anymore, we started using guns like six hundred years ago and stopped using swords a few centuries after that. I guess when there's magic you don't really need it as much." This was specific, but it was using what she knew to explain. It was hard when she didn't know what Esme would understand.
"Most people live in cities, these days. There aren't villages really, especially not where I'm from." There really weren't any villages near London, where she'd grown up, but she knew that just an hour's drive south there were plenty, so it really depended on where you lived, she supposed.
She thought for a moment, then added the obvious. "There's no magic. At all. We read about it, and there're a lot of movies and TV shows that show people with magical abilities, but it's all fiction. Fairy tales."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 18:12:17 GMT -5
Roland hadn't really expected Norman's answer to be quite so specific. His certainly wasn't nearly as thought out, though now he did try to put some more thought into it. "I guess I like a more greyish blue. Like the ocean." He knew that most people didn't think grey when they thought ocean. Generally, people thought the clear blue of Hawaii, or a greenish blue. However, a lot of the waters in more northern areas were often a greyish blue and he liked that. Not for an particular reason, he just did.
"It's mostly servant's rooms up here." Roland commented. Empty servant rooms, in most cases. Relatively small, at least compared to where Roland slept, but still nice, very neat. "The attic would probably be more interesting than anything on this floor." He walked off, then, and reached up. The stairs to the attic were the kind that were part of the ceiling and had to be pulled down, which he did.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 18:19:33 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "Ocean blue...It's nice too, though I don't know, it always makes me think of home...and not in a good way either, but in a domesticated, housewife kind of way, I know, it makes no sense," Norman said, looking around, it didn't have to make sense though. He always paired up different color pallet with different things, they all reminded him of something, and he, well Norman liked adventure, he liked his freedom, and he was honestly a little afraid of confinement, willingly choosing it or not.
He looked inside anyways and it was true, it was just an empty servant's room, sadly nothing all that interesting. Norman could only hope this place did have some interesting areas, or else he would surely go mad. Though luckily Roland said the attic was more exciting and he couldn't help but smile slightly as he walked on over to the taller male and looked up.
"It is huh? What's up there? You know...other than storage, that's what my family uses our attic for, just to store boxes we never plan on using anymore but we're too lazy to take them to the D.I," Norman confessed with a shrug and a light chuckle. He still didn't like Roland all the much, however Norman was usually a pretty causal guy, he wasn't going to let something like someone holding him here against his will, stop him from at least trying to enjoy his company.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 18:25:29 GMT -5
Esme frown a bit, a look of confusion on her face. "I don't understand. Guns? Movies? TV?" None of those words were even a little bit familiar. She supposed this was how Lucy felt, though at least the human recognized the words Esme used. Humans did have a lot wrong able magical creatures, but it was something. Esme had nothing to go on. Guns were weapons, obvious, but what on Earth was a movie?
"No magic? None at all? That must be very sad." So Esme had been right about that. Yes, other creatures lacked magic here, but they could still use magical devices. They could, for example, buy flowers from fairies that never wilted, or fires that stayed lit even when submerged in water. They just couldn't harness that magic.
It was hard to imagine a place more modern than here when electronics and stuff like that really didn't exist. She couldn't see how it would evolve as she didn't even know it started. Her world would likely never have electricity. Instead, the magic would evolve.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 18:57:30 GMT -5
Roland shrugged. "Well, a lot of stuff I don't know where to put or don't want to risk getting broken when I'm, well, not really me." So, it was, like most attics, storage. Maybe not the coolest place, but certainly better than snoopimg through the servants quarters. Besides, there was some weird stuff up there.
He had an old record player, with dozens of records, as well as a small array of instruments. Roland, it was safe to assume, liked his music. There was an hour glass, too, that marked time with grains of sand. Whatever it was counting down, there didn't seem like a lot of time left. It also looked scratched up and a bit bent, obviously not well taken care of and almost as if someone tried to break it. There were dozens of boxes, filled with things from when was little, like race cars and model planes. And there were boxes filled with pictures, too, some regular photos, other polaroids. Some things were locked up, others were left open.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 19:05:42 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman had fallen silent as he followed him up into the attic and took it all in. Most of it was sort of boring, though the pictures were cool, and the record player was actually petty neat as well, he had always liked that sort of stuff though, they were cool and the older the record players were, the better, after all, when weren't antiques cool? Yeah Norman was a bit of a dork who appreciate older things. However as he looked around, the one thing that caught his attention was the hour glass and he started over to it, tilted his head as he looked at it curiously. "This looks kinda beat up," he mentioned, reaching a hand out to touch it, feeling sort of drawn to it in ways that he couldn't even begin to explain, though he liked stuff like this, it was a cool concept to him to have things like hour glasses and old record players.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 19:34:11 GMT -5
"I don't suppose you would," Lucy said with a sad smile. "Guns shoot bullets - those are small, metallic projectiles - and are really quite fatal. They kill efficiently, unfortunately. Movies and TV are similar to each other. They're like moving illustrations, if that makes sense, but with sound. They're the best kind of entertainment we have."
It was difficult to explain this to somebody who didn't even know what electricity was. How did she begin to explain a movie when she first had to explain a photograph? How did she explain how a car worked when she barely understood that herself? It would be interesting, she thought, to see how she did at that. Because this era of technological advancement had already passed on Earth, she understood it. Magic was another thing entirely, something she'd have to get used to, but even that had some place where she was from. But Esme would never be able to understand Earth and the technology there because it wasn't even spoken of as legend here. That was strange to her.
"We find our own magic," she said, grinning at how cheesy this was. But Esme would be none the wiser, what was cheesy back on Earth might very well sound deep here. Lucy would be idiotic not to use that to her advantage. "In the little things." She cracked up, this seemed to be doing a sufficient job at distracting her, at least for the moment. "Magic is something you make," she added, sounding sombre. It didn't last, though, and the last syllable was little more than a giggle.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 29, 2016 11:19:36 GMT -5
"That's probably because I tried very hard to break it." Roland's attention went over to the hour glass and he scowled a bit. Oh boy, had he tried to break it. He had thrown it across the room, very hard since it was rather heavy, pushed it right out the window, even took it in with him once when he was a wolf. It appeared that the wolf somehow hated the thing more than Roland, that one emotion for that one thing seeming to be the only thing both sides of Roland understood.
"Turns out it's very durable." How, he had no clue. Probably something that stupid witch made sure of. She just had to make sure Roland could constantly remember how much time he had, or really didn't have at this point. He had tried to get rid of it, once, had thrown it out. Of course, the thing came back.
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"I don't think you know what magic is." Esme commented. Magic wasn't something you make, not at all. It was different, huge and fantastic and wonderfully indescribable. "I think your world has a very different view of magic, too. It's much more impressive than some moving pictures."
Moving pictures? That was their best entertainment? Oh, she couldn't wait for Lucy to see the kinds of things they had. Story telling for a fairy was an event. Esme was terrible at it, naturally, as she didn't quite connect with her powers and those were crucial to telling a good story, but there were fairies that were amazing at it. Perhaps they would have a little time at some point to watch one of these stories. There were often village wide events dedicated to this. Surely they could see one at some point.
"We prefer our stories to be much more interactive." Esme informed her. No, it certainly was not anything like watching a moving picture. It was like really being there. Warlocks could be very good at this too, the ones that were good at distorting reality. Of course, their stories sometimes felt so real it was scary.
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Rin's eyes widened as she was grabbed. Who dare touch her? And why call her Catarina? Rin knew that was the name of the lost princess, though she had not known what happened to her. The ogres said the king did it, hid her away and blamed the ogres so the humans would have more motivation to fight. Rin wasn't sure if that was really what happened, but she never really questioned it. One thing she did know, or at least thought she knew, was that she was not the princess. She couldn't be.
Rin wouldn't be one of the ogres if she didn't know how to fight, and she pushed away from the stranger. However, she didn't alert the others quite yet. No, she had questions and the others would kill him without letting her ask those things. So, for the moment, she would keep her voice down.
"That is not my name."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 29, 2016 11:37:26 GMT -5
"I don't have to tell you anything. You're in my territory, remember? That means you answer my questions or I'll let them have you." Rin gestered to the group of ogres. Of course, once she was finished with her questioning, she wouldn't let him go. No, she would wake them anyway. Humans were well away that ogres did not take prisoners. They were ruthless. Rin was ruthless.
"Why do you think I'm the princess? There are other humans my age, you know." Yes, Rin was 18, but so were many, many others. It was not, after all, a rare thing. "And why are tresspassing here? Do you have a death wish?"
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