Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)
First Person:
Alright, who's in charge in this place? And what the heck is with this weird book thing? Joshua says I just have to talk into it, but I thought it would have more gears in it or something. Can people really hear me through this thing?
[Shaking, rustling noises.]
Wow, there doesn't even seem to be an end to it! I bet Tita would love this.
Oh, right. Ahem.
If anyone can hear me, I want a word with our oh so hospitable hosts! Whoever you are, you sure have a twisted sense of humor! I want my clothes back! Not to mention my staff! I worked long and hard for that Bracer pin, you know! If I don't get it back, someone's gonna be a little sorry...
[This is emphasized with the cracking of knuckles, and then a pause.]
Maybe the wings can stay, though, since they're kinda cool...
Third Person:
The last thing that Estelle remembered was the sound of Joshua's harmonica. She had finally made up her mind about quite a few things, and was on her way to find him. Despite what Scherazard probably wanted to think about it, it wasn't just all of those fluttery emotions Estelle was trying to squash from coming up at the wrong time. That could wait until later. He had been acting so strange lately. There was always something far off about him, a distance that the melody he played on that harmonica reminded her of, but it was so much more pronounced lately. Maybe it was just her imagination, but whatever it was was enough to get him lost in thought.
He didn't just go off to play music on his own for no reason at all, after all, right? Was he thinking about everything that had happened with the coup? Or had she pushed him too much about talking about his past now that everything was over? She forced herself not to get too worked up over that before she could make her way up the stairs to the garden terrace. He was probably wondering what the heck she was so flustered over too, come to think of it. How embarrassing! As she felt her cheeks flush, Estelle hurried the rest of the way out of the castle, onto the roof.
That was when she lost track of what happened next.
A dull pain throbbed between her shoulder blades, and Estelle stirred in her sleep. She couldn't remember drifting off. Hadn't she been in the room with Schera? How much of that had happened? It sure felt like a bed beneath her, though. In fact, it was pretty comfy. It even felt like she was in her night gown, so maybe it was all some crazy dream. For a moment, that was enough to distract her from the idea of getting up, and she snuggled into the sheets in an attempt to regain the last remnants of it. But that pain nagged at her. It would suck pretty bad if she was ignoring something important that had happened, right? When the warmth of an arm wrapped around her though, any thoughts of blissful slumber seized up like the rest of Estelle's body did. Her eyes shot open, pinned on the perpetrator across from her. She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, but that didn't stop the shriek from escaping her lips either way, as her face grew red hot with embarrassment.
Re: Estelle Bright | Trails in the Sky | Reserved
First Person:
Alright, who's in charge in this place? And what the heck is with this weird book thing? Joshua says I just have to talk into it, but I thought it would have more gears in it or something. Can people really hear me through this thing?
[Shaking, rustling noises.]
Wow, there doesn't even seem to be an end to it! I bet Tita would love this.
Oh, right. Ahem.
If anyone can hear me, I want a word with our oh so hospitable hosts! Whoever you are, you sure have a twisted sense of humor! I want my clothes back! Not to mention my staff! I worked long and hard for that Bracer pin, you know! If I don't get it back, someone's gonna be a little sorry...
[This is emphasized with the cracking of knuckles, and then a pause.]
Maybe the wings can stay, though, since they're kinda cool...
Third Person:
The last thing that Estelle remembered was the sound of Joshua's harmonica. She had finally made up her mind about quite a few things, and was on her way to find him. Despite what Scherazard probably wanted to think about it, it wasn't just all of those fluttery emotions Estelle was trying to squash from coming up at the wrong time. That could wait until later. He had been acting so strange lately. There was always something far off about him, a distance that the melody he played on that harmonica reminded her of, but it was so much more pronounced lately. Maybe it was just her imagination, but whatever it was was enough to get him lost in thought.
He didn't just go off to play music on his own for no reason at all, after all, right? Was he thinking about everything that had happened with the coup? Or had she pushed him too much about talking about his past now that everything was over? She forced herself not to get too worked up over that before she could make her way up the stairs to the garden terrace. He was probably wondering what the heck she was so flustered over too, come to think of it. How embarrassing! As she felt her cheeks flush, Estelle hurried the rest of the way out of the castle, onto the roof.
That was when she lost track of what happened next.
A dull pain throbbed between her shoulder blades, and Estelle stirred in her sleep. She couldn't remember drifting off. Hadn't she been in the room with Schera? How much of that had happened? It sure felt like a bed beneath her, though. In fact, it was pretty comfy. It even felt like she was in her night gown, so maybe it was all some crazy dream. For a moment, that was enough to distract her from the idea of getting up, and she snuggled into the sheets in an attempt to regain the last remnants of it. But that pain nagged at her. It would suck pretty bad if she was ignoring something important that had happened, right? When the warmth of an arm wrapped around her though, any thoughts of blissful slumber seized up like the rest of Estelle's body did. Her eyes shot open, pinned on the perpetrator across from her. She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, but that didn't stop the shriek from escaping her lips either way, as her face grew red hot with embarrassment.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"