Two Hundred and Fifteenth Position ]Video/Action[
[The feed flickers to show a medium sized hole in the ground of the Graveyard. The edge of the hem of a formerly pristine gown is stained by the dirt. Rue collapses, knees shaking weakly, with her disheveled black hair falling tangled with mud and grass while her other hand grips at her golden crown. She's still spitting out the the taste of death from her mouth, looking slightly alarmed as she turns to address the camera.
She just can't believe what close has that been like to be buried beneath the soil. How trapped she has been without any Prince rushing to her rescue, how she has to struggle to survive alone in the end. Because she has to return to Mytho who is waiting for his Princess in their real kingdom. Her. Rue is, however, proud, catching her breath, she asks with only a noticeable quiver.]
A-Ahiru... Fakir? Somebody?
(ooc; Action for whoever is around! Voice/Video to the others!).
She just can't believe what close has that been like to be buried beneath the soil. How trapped she has been without any Prince rushing to her rescue, how she has to struggle to survive alone in the end. Because she has to return to Mytho who is waiting for his Princess in their real kingdom. Her. Rue is, however, proud, catching her breath, she asks with only a noticeable quiver.]
A-Ahiru... Fakir? Somebody?
(ooc; Action for whoever is around! Voice/Video to the others!).