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

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[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.]

[creatingalegacy]

Chew toys? Like for a dog?

[uberwaldian]

Excuse me? We're wolves, not dogs.

[creatingalegacy]

You don't look like a wolf.

[uberwaldian]

That's because you're an ignorant child. The von Uberwalds are the oldest werewolf family in this... place.

[uberwaldian]

Why the fuck-- [She hesitates, slightly scandalized at herself for swearing-- but when her mother doesn't appear with a bar of soap, she smirks faintly and goes on.]

Why the fuck do people keep saying dogs? We're wolves, obviously. We're the so-called best bloody wolves in the world. [This much, she can eyeroll at.]

[uberwaldian]

Ew! Who's your child, you weird old man? My parents are Baron Guye and Lady Serafine von Uberwald. And they say Uberwald wolves are the best anywhere. We have the old blood and keep to the old ways.

[Actually, she sounds rather doubtful about that last part.]

And we've even got a full wolf in the family, so there. [Except she's not supposed to talk about Andrei. Oops.]