Fairy Tale Event START

[dreamsthief]

[The selected few will hear a Rhode's laughter echoing down the hall sometime during the day. She sounds delighted in an evil sort of way, a tone that continues when she speaks:]

Tradition gathered from afar,
Tradition changing those that are,
Normal, yes, to stories old.
Bind them long until the story's told.

Rhode laughs again and those that

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SLEEPING PRINCESS

[mottling]

[About half an hour after Rhode works her magic, Madarao makes his way silently to one of the neutral areas. The entire room has been re-decorated in the style of a medieval castle -- stone walls covered in rich tapestries, the elaborate scenes woven into them made to seem almost alive under the flickering light of several torches. A plush red carpet splits the room in two, long banquet tables loaded with food lining each side. Looks like some kind of feast is meant to be taking place, though the room is mostly empty save for a handful of occupants. Dressed in his Crow robes (they appear to have suffered a patchy dye job performed with an excess of black writing ink, rather hastily going by how he's leaving wet trails of it behind him) and a pointy witch hat he has procured somewhere (let it not be said that Madarao isn't the resourceful type), he employs every last bit of his training to slip inside unnoticed, then eyeballs the... proceedings... from a shadowy corner of the room.]

[regeneratory]

[Kanda doesn't even live in the neautral wing, but it doesn't matter because he doesn't notice anything off here. Instead he's helping himself to soba (because of course there's soba on the table) because eating delicious food is much better than socializing with the other people, right. He's royalty he can do what he wants.]

[mottling]

[To be completely honest? There is some kind of satisfaction in cursing a Kanda, just for all the headache and heartburn his own has caused him. Is causing him. On a regular, daily, minute-by-minute basis.

This particular Kanda isn't his charge, but he serves well enough as a venting outlet. Stalks up to Kanda and taps him on the shoulder.]

[regeneratory]

[Turns around and gives him a look over, frowning. What tacky, poorly dyed robes. Must be a beggar.]

What do you want?

[mottling]

[What impractical hair and child-bearing hips. Must be a real princess.]

Honou― Your high― Child.

[He draws himself up to his full height, made even more impressive by the crooked hat, and declares in a voice like rolling thunder:] You are hereby cursed to choke on this very bowl of soba and die on your...

[Hang on, sixteenth birthday a'int gonna do it.]

Ninteenth birthday...

[Dang it, that's over, isn't it. Frowns and compresses his lips into an even thinner slash of irritation.]

Pardon me, I meant to say the aforementioned misfortune shall befall you right now. [beat] I am only slightly sorry.

[regeneratory]

[Excuse you.

Just... stares at.] I'm twenty. What are you talking about?

[mottling]

[Oh, he just assumed you're the same age as you were back home, since he hasn't actually met you before.]

No matter. The curse is in effect; I have fulfilled my duty. Now please, carry on with your meal.

[regeneratory]

[He's had some birthdays here.] That's ridiculous! You didn't even say what was going to happen to me, just that it was something bad!

Are you even supposed to be here?

[mottling]

[Frowns even harder.]

You have never been very good at listening, hon― Child. I have informed you, very explicitly, that you are to choke on your soba and die in a most undignified manned, though I suppose pricking your finger on a spindle will work just as well.

[He looks around at the pathetic party and continues, very coolly:] No, I am not. It would appear that our good king and queen have neglected to send me an invitation, possibly due to their prejudice against half-akuma. You shall pay for their insolence.

[regeneratory]

[... Yeah pushing that bowl of soba aside. Getting up from his chair.] You're being petty! It's just a stupid party!

[mottling]

One that I was not invited to. Perhaps they should have learned not to discriminate.

[Madarao doesn't care much for parties. It's all about the principle of the thing ― or the accursed Noah running this show, whichever.]

[regeneratory]

... Take your stupid curse off, this is ridiculous.

[mottling]

[Actually considers this for a substantial moment. The war needs more Exorcists fighting it, after all, and Kanda Yu is a good fighter even if he's a real princess and this kingdom will require a successor.]

I cannot. It is the objective of my current mission.

[Eh, whatever. The royal couple can always give birth to another child and invite him to the next party.]

[regeneratory]

[--What the hell is your problem.

Indignant sputter.] Then get out! You weren't even invited here!

[mottling]

[It's called Rhode and she's everyone's problem. Honoured disciple, you make such a feisty princess.]

Very well. I am confident we will soon meet again, resulting in your untimely demise by soba or spindle. Until then.

[And with that, he's off, leaving smudges of cheap ink all over that expensive carpet.]

[regeneratory]

[... Just stands there glaring at the spot he left. Fuck you, you makeup wearing freak with bad hair. Fuck you.]