[imagination she has plenty of, and she's fished out a fake sword and a short cape and crown, to play the part of the heroine again. She skips around the empty stage, the heels of her boots clacking on the wooden boards, fighting off imaginary enemies.]
Haahh! Take that! Oh-- [here she nearly trips over a discarded costume, and hastily scoops it back into its trunk.] Pardon me. Now, where was I--right! Take me to where the princess is being held, foul creature!
[while Estelle's taking the lead on the stage itself, Rita's working her magic as the "production"'s special effects artist-and somewhat literally, at that. the dragon now facing the pink-haired girl is an old prop they'd found; Rita had made a few... changes to it. one of which had allowed it to move about and actually start haphazardly breathing fire. WHOOPS.]
Ack-no, stop that! [Rita rushes in to attempt to stop the machine, looking highly embarrassed that she'd allowed something like this to happen.] Sorry about that, Estelle!
What was that line again? Oh--or else I shall sever your head from you--o-oohh, that's right, it was a bit extreme--
[she lets out a little shriek of surprise at the fire-breathing, because the monsters on a stage are not supposed to be real! and jumps backwards, holding up her wooden shield ineffectively. Luckily, she manages to escape with only a little bit of singed wood.]
...Rita! It's fine, are you all right? [always thinking of others before herself, as usual.] I was a little startled, but it was very...realistic!
Y-yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me. [she manages to stall the machine with some quick handiwork, sighing with relief once it stops moving. for now.] That was not supposed to happen. Am I letting myself make stupid mistakes...?
[before she can rain on her own parade, she turns to Estelle, brow furrowed with concern.]
[he sits on the edge of the stage, lights dimmed, legs dangling. Not minding the way his worn, too-large shirt slips off his thin shoulders. Humming one of those familiar show business tunes off-key on purpose.]
[he smiles when you come in, a lazy, offbeat, crooked one.]
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Haahh! Take that! Oh-- [here she nearly trips over a discarded costume, and hastily scoops it back into its trunk.] Pardon me. Now, where was I--right! Take me to where the princess is being held, foul creature!
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Ack-no, stop that! [Rita rushes in to attempt to stop the machine, looking highly embarrassed that she'd allowed something like this to happen.] Sorry about that, Estelle!
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[she lets out a little shriek of surprise at the fire-breathing, because the monsters on a stage are not supposed to be real! and jumps backwards, holding up her wooden shield ineffectively. Luckily, she manages to escape with only a little bit of singed wood.]
...Rita! It's fine, are you all right? [always thinking of others before herself, as usual.] I was a little startled, but it was very...realistic!
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[before she can rain on her own parade, she turns to Estelle, brow furrowed with concern.]
You're not hurt, are you?
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[he smiles when you come in, a lazy, offbeat, crooked one.]
Here to see the show?
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