Backlogged: Mischief Maker on Board [Closed]
Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Matilda Wormwood
Content: The decision to keep Matilda under close watch aboard the Victoria has made, and so she arrives to meet the First Mate and get settled.
Setting: The Victoria II
Time: A Day or two after Lunansa
Warnings: None
It felt like she was walking up the steps to the gallows. Matilda felt that she should have figured it out, that she should have picked up on something that would have indicated where the Professors of the Academy would decide to stick her, but it wasn't until she saw the ship in the distance that it actually clicked. It made sense, really. They had said they wanted to keep her somewhere safe, where they could just see how things progressed with her, but as naive as Matilda could be, even she saw through it. Safe she may be, and safe others would be from her. It wasn't exactly the kind of place you could easily get away from if you ever wanted to, and she was certain that was what they were worried about. It was a fruitless worry. Sure, Matilda wasn't exactly happy that so many of them were now aware of the strange abilities she possessed, but she loved the Academy, and didn't really have anywhere else to go.
The young twelve year old cast her gaze to the ground, looking at her Mary Janes, listening to the small tap sounds they made as she continued to ascend. It was with mixed feelings that she did so. Part of her felt like a prisoner--that's technically what she would be. She was afraid of being around so many people in such an enclosed space, but at the same time it would be something new. A learning experience, quite possibly. For all her years at the Academy she had isolated herself quite a bit, but that wouldn't be quite so easy to do here.
It really was hard to believe how quickly things had changed. She had come to Ivona when she was about six years old, and when about seven entered the Academy. So that was a fair number of years she had spent there. All perfect until the recent months when the new headmistress took charge and ran it with a cruel, unfair, and iron fist to professors and students alike. Matilda had seen all this, and ended up in that horrid closet one too many times and that was that. She hadn't intended to be caught, but she had lost control for a moment and done a little more damage than she had intended.
And thus she ended up here.
She wondered how many people on this ship would know the whole story.
The young girl and her escorts finally reached the deck, and they waited patiently to the side. Matilda remained between them in a simple black dress that fell to her knees--nothing more on her person other than some white stockings and a red ribbon in her hair. Over all she was a fairly drab looking girl, tiny, and made to look even more so between the two men who were serving as her escorts. Professor Coelho and Professor Faustus. She looked at them pensively for a moment, before her gaze once more returned to the ground.
Well. Whatever she may feel about all this, she was going to have to deal with it either way.
Content: The decision to keep Matilda under close watch aboard the Victoria has made, and so she arrives to meet the First Mate and get settled.
Setting: The Victoria II
Time: A Day or two after Lunansa
Warnings: None
It felt like she was walking up the steps to the gallows. Matilda felt that she should have figured it out, that she should have picked up on something that would have indicated where the Professors of the Academy would decide to stick her, but it wasn't until she saw the ship in the distance that it actually clicked. It made sense, really. They had said they wanted to keep her somewhere safe, where they could just see how things progressed with her, but as naive as Matilda could be, even she saw through it. Safe she may be, and safe others would be from her. It wasn't exactly the kind of place you could easily get away from if you ever wanted to, and she was certain that was what they were worried about. It was a fruitless worry. Sure, Matilda wasn't exactly happy that so many of them were now aware of the strange abilities she possessed, but she loved the Academy, and didn't really have anywhere else to go.
The young twelve year old cast her gaze to the ground, looking at her Mary Janes, listening to the small tap sounds they made as she continued to ascend. It was with mixed feelings that she did so. Part of her felt like a prisoner--that's technically what she would be. She was afraid of being around so many people in such an enclosed space, but at the same time it would be something new. A learning experience, quite possibly. For all her years at the Academy she had isolated herself quite a bit, but that wouldn't be quite so easy to do here.
It really was hard to believe how quickly things had changed. She had come to Ivona when she was about six years old, and when about seven entered the Academy. So that was a fair number of years she had spent there. All perfect until the recent months when the new headmistress took charge and ran it with a cruel, unfair, and iron fist to professors and students alike. Matilda had seen all this, and ended up in that horrid closet one too many times and that was that. She hadn't intended to be caught, but she had lost control for a moment and done a little more damage than she had intended.
And thus she ended up here.
She wondered how many people on this ship would know the whole story.
The young girl and her escorts finally reached the deck, and they waited patiently to the side. Matilda remained between them in a simple black dress that fell to her knees--nothing more on her person other than some white stockings and a red ribbon in her hair. Over all she was a fairly drab looking girl, tiny, and made to look even more so between the two men who were serving as her escorts. Professor Coelho and Professor Faustus. She looked at them pensively for a moment, before her gaze once more returned to the ground.
Well. Whatever she may feel about all this, she was going to have to deal with it either way.