1st Act [VIDEO]

[actaestfabula]

[The camera turns on to show a pair of red, feline eyes staring intensely at the screen, before it pans back to show a girl wearing a black dress, seemingly no older than twelve years. Resting on her shoulder is a closed black umbrella with the face of a cat, and hovering next to her was a red bat.]

Ah, it is on. When I was pulled into the ground, I did not expect myself to sink into another world. Quite fortunate that my restraints hadn't followed me, or I would have met the most disgraceful of landings.

[With a quick flick of her wrist, she violently gracefully smacked the fat, floating red thing with her closed umbrella.]

Nago! Gii! I require a chair and cushion!

[With the pained chimes of "Yes!" and "Of course!", her cat-like umbrella had swiftly turned into a chair, and the obese red bat creature turned into that of a cushion. She gave a dainty sigh and sat down, resting her head against her hand. She looked at the camera with the most bored of expressions.]

... I've already spent five minutes trying to determine an appropriate algorithm to leave this bland slum; practically forever! I'd rather not have to rely on this communicator for assistance, but as much as I am loathe to admit it, I have no other choice.

Now then, if any of you plebeians would be so wise as to point me to the exit, I will be leaving now and prevent avoidable bloodshed. I'd rather not stay much long, you see, for I have important business to attend to, and a lady is never late to her affairs.

Comments

[scarletonlooker.livejournal.com]

Cursed? [She chuckles in amusement.] The prospect of that is fairly interesting. I'd like to see them try.

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

I'd refrain from being so haughty.

[scarletonlooker.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should refrain from discussing the personality traits of a total stranger before I decide to light that ostentatious afro of yours aflame.

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

I'm only stating something for your own benefit you high society goth.