Entry 4: Video

[uberwaldian]

[Angua is 13 and very unhappy about it. She doesn't know she's not supposed to be 13, she's just unhappy anyway. Her accent is much sharper now, much more Uberwaldian (read: German-ish) and very haughty, and she's holding up a Christmas sweater with a look of horror.]

You cannot tell me I'm expected to wear something like this. Who the hell would

Comments

[19centconstable]

Did everybody get dollies?

[Not that George wants dollies, but he doesn't like being left out.]

[uberwaldian]

If you want my stupid dollie, you can have it. Who are you, anyway?

[19centconstable]

I don't want dollies, I'm a boy.

And I'm George. Who're you?

[uberwaldian]

Then why did you sound so jealous?

I'm Angua. Von Uberwald. [She says this like she expects him to react to it.]

[19centconstable]

I didn't! It just seemed strange, that's all.

[She's much too pretty for him to embarrass himself in front of like that.]

Oh.

[And that's probably also why he reacts like he's heard of her. She's probably some sort of ambassador's daughter. Possibly royalty. He snatches his hat off as an afterthought.]

[uberwaldian]

[As he should! Although Angua's at that age where the whole thing makes her look more embarrassed than pleased.]

Oh, stop it. Put your hat back on. Are you from Uberwald, too? I've never heard of a Baron George.

[19centconstable]

[He gafaws.]

I'm not a Baron.

[He's not. Just look at him. There's no mistaking him for well-bred.]

And I'm from Canada.

[uberwaldian]

[Color her disappointed. Her family's not big on hanging out with the common folk.]

Canada? What a horrible name.

[19centconstable]

I don't see what's so horrible about it.