The washroom wasn't quite empty when 'Tony' entered, as there was a tall, blonde woman rinsing out her mouth after brushing her teeth.
She heard the young man muttering something in german, wiping off her mouth and twisting her head to look at him.
She couldn't quite see what the problem was, but maybe this 'young man' wasn't male to start off with, she had enough empathy to see how that'd piss off anyone.
"What's not fair?" She really hoped she wouldn't be kicking herself later for getting involved.
"What's not fair?" Antoine looked at the other woman as if she had grown an extra head or at least was just extraordinarily thick. Didn't people see the full extent of her suffering in this state?
Well that answered that question. She looked him (her) over, he wasn't that bad looking. Hell, it was the sort of image that high school girls would put inside their locker.
"Calm down, you're not the only one affected. Half of the people on this island don't have their right 'parts', maybe they'll have the answers." A small part of her was curious as to the number of german speakers.
"I will not calm down," she replied, working herself into a nice little hysterical fit. "No one ever has any answers on this silly old island, they don't even pretend to. No, they just all go along with the whole silly business instead. Most of them probably even think that it's fun. But none of my clothes fit now! No one understands how horrible this is! And I can't even be a handsome boy! Look at my lip!"
She took a deep breath. So not only was this person a girl, but one with image issues that would make Johnny Cage modest.
'Calm down,' she thought. 'No sense getting upset over a silly girl.'
She grinned, reaching over to grip the boy's shoulder, speaking slowly."Look, before you start pulling your hair out, just think about this. If people here are going about their business, it generally means that there's nothing to get hysterical about and things will probably go back to 'normal' in a few days."
"And don't start about how horrible this is because I can assure you it's not. So you either have two choices." Her grip tightened. You can either stop complaining and take it like a man..or a woman.." She curled her other hand into a fist. "Or I could give you a fat lip and then really give you something to cry about."
Antoine stared at the woman's fist with a look usually reserved for poisonous snakes, drawing herself up to her full royal height and looking at her haughtily. "You would not dare. No one may strike a Queen of France." Even when that Queen was a boy. Which probably made her a king. Oh, Louis wouldn't like that.
Sonya met her at her full height of 5'10, her expression usually reserved for junior officers that don't take orders.
'Queen of France,' she thought while glaring,'and yet she speaks...oh fucking hell.'
Reality check, your 'highness',"Her tone was threatening. "One,you're no longer in France and two if you want respect from me, you'll act like dignified royalty and less like some whiny brat."
She took a deep breath, her temper rising. She didn't need to put up with this.
"I might care about earning your respect if I actually cared about what you thought of me. But I don't. I came in here for my own reasons, quite content to keep my problems my own, but you felt the need to chime in." Antoine put on what she believed was as close as her current face could come to its most regal expression. This boy's body was taller than her normal one and it felt nice to be able to actually look down on people.
"Now excuse me, but I have other things to be doing."
Sonya 'humphed' but she did let her go. She wasn't at all intimidated by her even in a man's body, he wasn't like the men she'd faced in the tournament, or like the 8 ft giant that could've pulled a man's arms off like it was nothing. He was a pretty boy, with a lean figure, but he didn't have the muscle to back it up unless he took her off guard.
You had enough time on your hands to worry about you appearance, even though you've no scars to speak of. I chimed in because I was being polite and thought that maybe you'd lost someone or were reliving a bad experience." She turned, waving a hand. Good day, your highness, maybe one day we could meet when you're actually acting your age."
She heard the young man muttering something in german, wiping off her mouth and twisting her head to look at him.
She couldn't quite see what the problem was, but maybe this 'young man' wasn't male to start off with, she had enough empathy to see how that'd piss off anyone.
"What's not fair?" She really hoped she wouldn't be kicking herself later for getting involved.
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"What's not fair? Everything is! I'm a boy!"
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"Calm down, you're not the only one affected. Half of the people on this island don't have their right 'parts', maybe they'll have the answers." A small part of her was curious as to the number of german speakers.
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'Calm down,' she thought. 'No sense getting upset over a silly girl.'
She grinned, reaching over to grip the boy's shoulder, speaking slowly."Look, before you start pulling your hair out, just think about this. If people here are going about their business, it generally means that there's nothing to get hysterical about and things will probably go back to 'normal' in a few days."
"And don't start about how horrible this is because I can assure you it's not. So you either have two choices." Her grip tightened. You can either stop complaining and take it like a man..or a woman.." She curled her other hand into a fist. "Or I could give you a fat lip and then really give you something to cry about."
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'Queen of France,' she thought while glaring,'and yet she speaks...oh fucking hell.'
Reality check, your 'highness',"Her tone was threatening. "One,you're no longer in France and two if you want respect from me, you'll act like dignified royalty and less like some whiny brat."
She took a deep breath, her temper rising. She didn't need to put up with this.
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"Now excuse me, but I have other things to be doing."
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You had enough time on your hands to worry about you appearance, even though you've no scars to speak of. I chimed in because I was being polite and thought that maybe you'd lost someone or were reliving a bad experience." She turned, waving a hand. Good day, your highness, maybe one day we could meet when you're actually acting your age."
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