menagerie

multimuse rp, 18+.

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𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊.

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@LightningsEdge Reginald tosses his hair and bats his eyelashes.

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@LightningsEdge Some scuttling later, there he is, wavy-haired and doe-eyed as ever.

"My queen? You called?"

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"Gneep gnarp."

/Maeba.

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@LightningsEdge -remembers himself, and gives her a dazzling smile, ears twitching.

"Not that I'm making complaints, your majesty - I'm happy to be of service."

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@LightningsEdge "...Mm."

He looks apprehensive. This city full of zealots... luckily it doesn't sound like he'll have to be there long.

"Isn't this usually the work of messengers, my queen...? Will I be representing you in discussion as well?"

He looks at her a bit quizzically, then-

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Reginald's had a terribly tiring day. One of his favourite pairs of shoes has cracked slightly, and he'll have to wait an entire day for his cobbler.

He's turning in for the night, clad in his nightclothes and is requesting a massage from the reader.

What do?

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@LightningsEdge -to project the idea that he is, in fact, just a little guy and is too pretty for hard labour.

Even he thinks it isn't going to work, though.

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@LightningsEdge Reggie follows behind, producing a small pocket mirror and trying desperately to fix his fashion faux pas.

"Duties?" He echos. That sounds like responsibility. Not a fan. "What would my queen have me do?"

Batting his eyelashes, slipping the mirror into his clothes, hoping-

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@eternalregent -courage, they finally speak, weapon in hand, just in case.

"...So are you an undead dragon in disguise, or a lich or something? Because I'm not much of a fan of those."

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@eternalregent -What they feel in return is... odd. Undead, but like nothing they've ever seen before. Unfathomably ancient... almost like an abberration.

Sunbreaker is pulled free of its position on their back. It hums in the air like the gentle vibrato of a rung gong. Summoning their-

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@LightningsEdge -hair...

Is slightly frizzed and has a lock out of place.

He'll never live down the shame.

"My queen!" He greets her with a deep, performative bow.

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@LightningsEdge And it seems, with the right motivation, he does indeed manage to rush perfection. Just before her watch would strike five minutes, he comes careening into the room, skidding to a halt.

He is impeccably dressed in red and gold, corset, blouse and all, and his perfect wavy-

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Reginald's had a terribly tiring day. One of his favourite pairs of shoes has cracked slightly, and he'll have to wait an entire day for his cobbler.

He's turning in for the night, clad in his nightclothes and is requesting a massage from the reader.

What do?

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@EV_Gimmicks // i think at that point its reasonable to kill them with a hammer

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@LightningsEdge -bother your bru- I mean, royal entourage, I will be out in a moment!

Just have to... undo this frizz now..."

That last part is mumbled.

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@LightningsEdge Reginald scrambles, brush flying out of his hand and tumbling off of his seat. He scrambles back up to grab the stone, heart pounding.

"Q-Queen Lilian! What a j-joy to hear your voice, my deepest apologies, I thought you were one of those pen-pushing beaureaucats! No need to-

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@LightningsEdge A hand, distracted, answers the stone as it buzzes on his vanity. The other hand works to tend to his curls, bringing it into tight ringlets.

"Speak quickly, I am busy." He answers curtly, eyes fixated on the mirror.

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@LightningsEdge There's nothing to be done - beauty takes time, and he is the pinnacle of beauty.

...He's also of the opinion he'd rather do something else. Like tea with a certain warlord. Or practicing fencing. Or just sitting and looking pretty.