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Welcome to Rosavelle!
INVITATION
You're going about your day when you notice an envelope that most certainly wasn't there before. It's beautiful, if a little old-fashioned: pale pink paper, sealed with a pressed flower instead of wax and your name written in looping cursive that shimmers faintly in the light.
Inside, the letter begins;
... It goes on like that for a while, whole paragraphs assuring you that you can leave whenever you want, no time will pass back in your world, the Everbloom's magic will keep you safe, etc etc… honestly it gets to the point that it starts to sound less like an invitation and more like a contract. But then, mercifully, the writer finds their footing again:
Maybe you accept right away or maybe you dismiss it as a prank or something equally unimportant. No matter what you think when you first read it, your mind eventually turns back to that invite and your find yourself thinking that it might not be a bad idea…
And once you do, you feel the world going soft and sweet around you, the scent of blooming flowers filling your nose - and before you can quite process what's happening, you realize you've accepted.
Inside, the letter begins;
- Dearest friend—
Goodness, I hope that isn't too forward. We've not met, after all. But I have been told that when one writes an invitation, it's important to sound sincere.
My name is Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. I am the Crown Princess of Rosavelle. It's a little island kingdom far, far away - so far that it may not exist quite in the same world as yours.
I know this must sound terribly strange, but I'm writing because I need your help. You see, my coronation is approaching soon, and Rosavelle's magic - the Everbloom - responds to the strength of one's heart. It's said that a ruler must understand love to truly awaken it. Not just romance, mind you, but all kinds of love: friendship, kindness, care.
The trouble is… I'm not very good at it. I've read so many books about love, but real people don't seem to follow the same rules the novels do.
That is why I'm writing to you. The Everbloom - our most ancient and wondrous magic - has granted me the means to reach across worlds. I'm inviting a handful of remarkable individuals, like you, to Rosavelle to help me learn. Not only to teach me what love means to you, but to help me see how it can bloom between friends, companions, and strangers alike.
I promise you'll be treated as an honored guest.
... It goes on like that for a while, whole paragraphs assuring you that you can leave whenever you want, no time will pass back in your world, the Everbloom's magic will keep you safe, etc etc… honestly it gets to the point that it starts to sound less like an invitation and more like a contract. But then, mercifully, the writer finds their footing again:
- If you'll come, I'd be so very grateful. I know this is a strange request, and you owe me nothing - but still, I hope you'll consider it. Rosavelle is beautiful this time of year, and it is my hope that seeing it alongside fresh eyes will allow me to see it more clearly as well.
With all my thanks (and my hopes!)—
Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré
Maybe you accept right away or maybe you dismiss it as a prank or something equally unimportant. No matter what you think when you first read it, your mind eventually turns back to that invite and your find yourself thinking that it might not be a bad idea…
And once you do, you feel the world going soft and sweet around you, the scent of blooming flowers filling your nose - and before you can quite process what's happening, you realize you've accepted.
ARRIVAL
You arrive in a haze of soft, rosy light. For a moment, everything is weightless - the air around you hums faintly, thick with warmth and the heady scent of flowers. When the haze fades, you find yourself standing beneath a vast glass dome that stretches impossibly high overhead. The light filtering through its pink-tinted panes paints everything in gentle rose and gold and petals drift through the air like drifting snow.
You are standing in the Everbloom's Greenhouse. The walls curve upward in graceful arches, every pane glimmering faintly and the air is warm, fragrant, and shimmering with faint motes of magic. Flowering vines climb the supports, colorful blossoms of all kinds spill from hanging baskets, and everywhere you look there's flowers, flowers, flowers.
At its heart stands the Everbloom, a colossal tree the likes of which you've never seen before. Its smooth trunk is faintly luminous and the canopy stretches so high that you can't see where it ends, vanishing into a haze of golden light and drifting petals. The air around it hums softly with power and for a moment, all you can do is stare up at it in awe.
A moment later, movement stirs: castle attendants glide forward in elegant uniforms, carrying towels, refreshments, and generally doing their best to make sure everyone's arrived safely. After all, you're not alone. Around you, other figures begin to appear - some blinking in wonder, some already steady on their feet. Each seems as out of place as you, drawn from distant worlds and disparate lives but under the rosy light they all seem to come together like flowers gathered into the same bouquet.
Those who stumble are gently guided toward a bench cushioned with flowering moss. Cool towels and drinks infused with rose and mint are offered freely. Eventually, once it seems like everyone's arrived and mostly gotten their bearings, one of the attendants - a lady-in-waiting as you'll eventually find out - speaks up.
"You are most welcome to Rosavelle," she says, dipping into a polite bow. "Their Princess will be hosting a banquet this evening to greet you all properly. Until then, please take your time to get settled and familiar with your surroundings. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."
For now, you're free to mingle. This is your chance to get your bearings, meet your fellow arrivals, and explore your surroundings. Beyond the main atrium, you can glimpse winding paths lined with blooming hedges and fat, colorful blossoms. Somewhere in the distance, you can faintly hear birdsong. You feel a little tug somewhere in your chest and if you follow it, you might just come across a flowerbed somewhere in the Greenhouse that you somehow know as your own.
After some time to mingle and acclimate, the attendants return, clapping their hands gently to draw attention.
"It's nearly time to prepare for the evening banquet! If you'll come with us, we'll see to your attire."
DRESS UP
You're led from the warmth of the greenhouse through a series of winding marble corridors until you're ushered through a set of grand double doors into a suite of guest rooms bustling with motion. Tailors, stylists, and attendants hurry between privacy screens, racks of lavish garments and trays piled high with glittering jewelry. Silks and satins gleam and lace and velvet catch the light in soft waves of color.
Tailors and stylists bustle about, armed with measuring tapes, pins, and brushes. The staff are cheerfully firm about making sure everyone looks their best for the banquet but nobody's forced into anything they don't want; the attendants listen to everyone's preferences and somehow find something flattering for even the most reluctant participant. Whether you comply with good humor or grumble through the process, it's impossible not to get swept up in the flurry of preparation. … of course, if you're determined to be a grump about the whole thing, you're welcome to wait outside until everyone's dressed up nicely.
The attendants encourage everyone to chatter as they work or even to lend a hand to another guest struggling with their ensemble. Maybe it's out of curiosity - the staff are polite, professional, but it's clear that dressing guests from other worlds is a novelty they want to enjoy.
As final adjustments are made and mirrors fill with transformed reflections, the bustle slowly quiets. Attendants exchange satisfied looks, then guide the group once more through the corridors. The faint strains of music drift down the corridors until at last, you find yourself before the towering double doors of the Azurite Banquet Hall, carved from the stone it takes its name from. The lady in waiting pauses just long enough to smooth a wrinkle here, adjust a collar there, and make sure everyone is present before pushing the doors open.
Tailors and stylists bustle about, armed with measuring tapes, pins, and brushes. The staff are cheerfully firm about making sure everyone looks their best for the banquet but nobody's forced into anything they don't want; the attendants listen to everyone's preferences and somehow find something flattering for even the most reluctant participant. Whether you comply with good humor or grumble through the process, it's impossible not to get swept up in the flurry of preparation. … of course, if you're determined to be a grump about the whole thing, you're welcome to wait outside until everyone's dressed up nicely.
The attendants encourage everyone to chatter as they work or even to lend a hand to another guest struggling with their ensemble. Maybe it's out of curiosity - the staff are polite, professional, but it's clear that dressing guests from other worlds is a novelty they want to enjoy.
As final adjustments are made and mirrors fill with transformed reflections, the bustle slowly quiets. Attendants exchange satisfied looks, then guide the group once more through the corridors. The faint strains of music drift down the corridors until at last, you find yourself before the towering double doors of the Azurite Banquet Hall, carved from the stone it takes its name from. The lady in waiting pauses just long enough to smooth a wrinkle here, adjust a collar there, and make sure everyone is present before pushing the doors open.
BANQUET
The Azurite Banquet Hall glows with warm candlelight reflected in polished marble floors and the air inside smells of wine and roses. Long tables stretch the length of the hall, each one dressed in embroidered runners and heaped with platters of food that look almost too beautiful to eat and in the corner, a string quartet plays a soft, lilting melody.
At the head of the room stands your host, Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. Draped in pale gold, they look every bit the part of a royal... though the slightly nervous way they adjust their posture speaks of someone not entirely at ease in the spotlight. When they catch sight of the assembled guests, though, they brighten a bit. Their hands are clasped too tightly around their wine glass, but their voice is bright and earnest.
... suddenly, they look sheepish.
They raise their glass, cheeks pink but eyes bright.
As the toast echoes through the hall, the music swells again - a graceful waltz this time - and attendants sweep forward to usher guests toward the buffet tables.
There's something for every palate: platters of lemon-butter shrimp and rosemary-crusted fish, seared scallops on saffron rice and fillets of calendula-cured salmon alongside oysters resting in crushed ice and lobsters cracked open beside dishes of herb butter. It's not all seafood, either - whole roasted ducks glazed in something fruity dot the table, alongside lamb, chicken and a mouthwatering roast beef.
Between the platters, bowls of vegetables offer roasted root vegetables glistening with sweet glaze, delicate salads strewn with edible petals, caramelized carrots, blistered cherry tomatoes and crisp greens grown. And, of course, baskets of warm, golden bread wait beside whipped butter and creamy sauces.
If you're in the mood for sweets, there's desserts in dizzying abundance: sugared fruit tarts, meringues shaped like blossoms, chocolate soufflés dusted with candied violet, and pastries of all kinds filled with custard, chocolate and all manner of fruity, flowery fillings.
A side table gleams with crystal decanters and goblets: bottles of wine, deeply colored mead and delicate floral liqueurs seem to be the alcoholic offerings but there's carafes of chilled fruit water steeped with mint for anyone who's not inclined towards spirits.
If you're feeling bold, the cleared space near the musicians makes a perfect dance floor. Perhaps you find yourself drawn into a dance, or perhaps you linger at the buffet, trading stories with a stranger over a shared plate of sugared pastries. Or maybe you'll take the opportunity to introduce yourself to your host now they've made an appearance.
Eventually, as the night wears thin, the quartet's melody softens to a gentle hum. Candlelight flickers low. The attendants appear once more, smiling as they begin to guide everyone toward the final stop of the evening.
At the head of the room stands your host, Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. Draped in pale gold, they look every bit the part of a royal... though the slightly nervous way they adjust their posture speaks of someone not entirely at ease in the spotlight. When they catch sight of the assembled guests, though, they brighten a bit. Their hands are clasped too tightly around their wine glass, but their voice is bright and earnest.
- "Ah - good evening, everyone! I - well, goodness, where does one even begin?
First of all, thank you. Truly, thank you all for coming here - to Rosavelle, and to me. I know this must all seem terribly strange - one moment you were in your own world, and the next you're here. It's strange to me too, you know. I've been imagining this for weeks, and yet somehow it still doesn't feel quite real.
Ah - oh! I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. I am the Crown Princess of Rosavelle, soon to be its sovereign, though I admit that still feels a little surreal to say aloud.
I invited you here because - well, I imagine all of you read your invitations. The Everbloom, our kingdom's oldest and most sacred magic, is bound to the heart and mine is… embarrassingly, quite uneducated in such matters. I couldn't imagine anyone in this world I could burden with such a problem and so I thought - perhaps - those who come from other worlds might help me."
... suddenly, they look sheepish.
- "That said, ah - there is a small complication. It is. Um. Frowned upon by most scholars to interfere with the affairs of other worlds, even with the best of intentions and I fear it would cause quite a stir if word got out. So for the time being, we'll need to keep your origins a secret. Please don't worry, though - we've arranged everything you'll need. Over the next month, we'll be teaching you about Rosavelle and all its customs so that when you venture out for the Wilting festival, you'll feel quite at home.
I realize that's rather a lot to ask, and I'm - well, I'm deeply grateful for your patience. I promise to do my best to make this worth your while.
So, once again, thank you. For answering my invitation. For being here, together, tonight.
Now then-"
They raise their glass, cheeks pink but eyes bright.
- "To new beginnings, and to the bonds we have yet to form. May they bloom as beautifully as the flowers of Rosavelle... oh, that sounded quite good, didn't it? A toast - to all of you!"
As the toast echoes through the hall, the music swells again - a graceful waltz this time - and attendants sweep forward to usher guests toward the buffet tables.
There's something for every palate: platters of lemon-butter shrimp and rosemary-crusted fish, seared scallops on saffron rice and fillets of calendula-cured salmon alongside oysters resting in crushed ice and lobsters cracked open beside dishes of herb butter. It's not all seafood, either - whole roasted ducks glazed in something fruity dot the table, alongside lamb, chicken and a mouthwatering roast beef.
Between the platters, bowls of vegetables offer roasted root vegetables glistening with sweet glaze, delicate salads strewn with edible petals, caramelized carrots, blistered cherry tomatoes and crisp greens grown. And, of course, baskets of warm, golden bread wait beside whipped butter and creamy sauces.
If you're in the mood for sweets, there's desserts in dizzying abundance: sugared fruit tarts, meringues shaped like blossoms, chocolate soufflés dusted with candied violet, and pastries of all kinds filled with custard, chocolate and all manner of fruity, flowery fillings.
A side table gleams with crystal decanters and goblets: bottles of wine, deeply colored mead and delicate floral liqueurs seem to be the alcoholic offerings but there's carafes of chilled fruit water steeped with mint for anyone who's not inclined towards spirits.
If you're feeling bold, the cleared space near the musicians makes a perfect dance floor. Perhaps you find yourself drawn into a dance, or perhaps you linger at the buffet, trading stories with a stranger over a shared plate of sugared pastries. Or maybe you'll take the opportunity to introduce yourself to your host now they've made an appearance.
Eventually, as the night wears thin, the quartet's melody softens to a gentle hum. Candlelight flickers low. The attendants appear once more, smiling as they begin to guide everyone toward the final stop of the evening.
HOUSEWARMING
The banquet winds to a gentle close and ne by one, the guests are gathered once more by the castle attendants who lead the way through dimly glowing corridors. The halls are quieter now, the rosy light of evening filtering through stained glass in sleepy shades of pink and gold. Everyone is lead through the castles and out into the grounds, their splendor only a little dulled by the darkness starting to settle over the castle.
"Your lodgings are just ahead," the lady in waiting says, her voice hushed out of respect for the hour. "You've each been assigned to a house - named for the flowers that chose you."
Slowly but surely, everyone's names are called and each person is supplied a heavy brass key to a house named for a flower you may have seen blooming somewhere today. When they speak the name of your house, something in you stirs with faint, inexplicable recognition, like you know it already - or maybe it knows you.
In any case, the barracks themselves are nothing like the name implies: warm, inviting, and softly lit by enchanted lanterns. Each house has its own cozy common area where low couches and plush chairs are gathered around softly glowing hearths. A long table in the center has been set with some late-night comforts, in case you somehow have any room left in your belly - plates of fruit and pastries, steaming pots of tea, and rich cocoa dusted with rose sugar.
The attendants leave you to settle in for the night, with a promise that the barracks staff will prepare meals from tomorrow onwards but mostly, you'll be left to your own devices. You could just track down your room and crash for the night but now seems as good a time as any to get to know your new housemates.
"Your lodgings are just ahead," the lady in waiting says, her voice hushed out of respect for the hour. "You've each been assigned to a house - named for the flowers that chose you."
Slowly but surely, everyone's names are called and each person is supplied a heavy brass key to a house named for a flower you may have seen blooming somewhere today. When they speak the name of your house, something in you stirs with faint, inexplicable recognition, like you know it already - or maybe it knows you.
In any case, the barracks themselves are nothing like the name implies: warm, inviting, and softly lit by enchanted lanterns. Each house has its own cozy common area where low couches and plush chairs are gathered around softly glowing hearths. A long table in the center has been set with some late-night comforts, in case you somehow have any room left in your belly - plates of fruit and pastries, steaming pots of tea, and rich cocoa dusted with rose sugar.
The attendants leave you to settle in for the night, with a promise that the barracks staff will prepare meals from tomorrow onwards but mostly, you'll be left to your own devices. You could just track down your room and crash for the night but now seems as good a time as any to get to know your new housemates.
Kanade Amou | Senki Zesshou Symphogear XDU | Hyacinthe
[1] Arrival
[ Callie, sweetie, we need to talk about the length of your letter... Kanade could feel herself zoning out the whole way through. That said, the letter was... not actually the weirdest thing she'd had to deal with. Honestly, she fully intended to take it to Ryoko or maybe even one of the alchemists to see if there was anything up with it. That or an elaborate prank.But she does read the whole thing... or at least, the important parts, skimming through the section where things started to drag, and after carelessly thinking out loud... ]
Well, I'd love to help...
[ And that's all it took. Ah well, them's the breaks, right? ]
Whoa...! I really am in another world! Just like that!? W-Wait, crap, I left some shit behind!
[ She'd taken off her Brisingamen bangle! She doesn't have any LiNKER on her! She at least still has her Symphogear Pendant around her neck, but...! Aw man, this better not be a trap, this would be a really embarrassing way to go...!
Fortunately, her worries turned out to be unfounded, at least for now. She met with the lady-in-waiting who looks like she really needs to learn how to relax, and now... ]
Damn, this place really is all kinds of royal...
[2] Banquet
[ Kanade's not usually one for formal events. She's attended a few before, what with being a celebrity and all, but to her the only good thing about those events was the catering. Still, she can stick it out for a while, especially to see Princess Callie in-person for the first time, as well as listen to her speech. Needless to say, Kanade's pretty instantly endeared to her.Plus, honestly she really likes the outfit they made for her. Usually her fancy outfits vary wildly between form-fitting dresses and tight suits, but this was a nice cross between those two extremes. It even came with a hat! Basically, just another reason to help Callie out. It's only fair, right?
But the real kicker... the real kicker... was, of course, the food. ]
Whoa...! This royalty food ain't bad at all...!
[ She... may or may not have expected the food to be way too fancy to be appetizing, but this stuff is great! She's supposed to watch her figure, being an idol and all, but whatever! She's basically on vacation right now! She's gonna indulge herself, damn it! Etiquette has kind of gone out the window, seeing as how she's piled up a sizable plate in hopes of trying as close to everything as she can.
Later on, though, she approaches the dance floor... where, upon spotting a pretty girl, holds a hand out with a charming smile. ]
Hey... feel like a dance?
[ Her cheeks are a little flush... she might've gotten a little carried away with the alcohol. She's not hammered or anything, but she is just a little tipsy. ]
[3] Housewarming
[ Kanade enters the Hyacinthe house, whistling at the fanciness of it all. It's not like Kanade had a bad living situation back home, but still... this is quite something, isn't it? ]Phew... nice place, huh? I was expectin' somethin' more militaristic when they called it "barracks", but this is more like a real fancy dorm, ain't it? They're treatin' us well, that's for sure.
[ She's speaking out loud... not to anybody in particular, but rather just to whoever might be around with her. ]
Wildcard!
[ Feel free to contact me on the discord or atHousewarming
You're tellin' me.
[Awestruck for a second, Ranma fully enters, eyes dancing around taking in the sights, half-mystified this is where they're staying. Now, it isn't his first time being somewhere this exquisite. Picolet's abode and Heron Island comes to mind. Difference here unlike then, Ranma isn't being forced to learn how to stretch his face to Looney Tunes proportions or become another dude's 'Cinderella'.]
This place makes the last couple places I've slept at look like a dump. Bein' the princess' royal advisor or whatever comes with its perks, huh.
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[ She'll still try, mind you, but still... it's a toughie. ]
Cute princess, though. Real endearin'... no choice but to just do our best then, huh?
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S'nice to know I'm not the only one confused on what they want from us. [What do 30-odd people offer that dating magazines can't?] If it weren't for that letter going on and on forever, I'd've thought they wanted a date or our hand in marriage.
[Proper love letters are concise and to the point, if a tad purple prose-y. And sometimes laced with magic or powder to entrap or making the reader fall in love. Callie's was too long for that.
At that, Ranma flashes a confident smug, punching a fist into his palm.]
That's what I do best! Like ya' said, love isn't that complicated. How hard can it be to teach 'er the basics?
[... They're fucked, aren't they?]
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[ Granted, that might just be Kanade's need to take care of anybody who looks like they desperately need it talking... but she's also not wrong about the princess being cute, now is she? ]
Well, I'll admit that love can make complicated shit happen. If anythin', that's the hard part... dealin' with the stuff that happens when love gets involved. Aside from that, though... yeah, to me it's pretty simple.
[ Kanade leans her head back, resting her hands on the back of her head. ]
To me, at least, it's the kind of feelin' like... when you can't really imagine what it'd be like without 'em anymore, right? ]
Spoilers for Ranma 1/2's final arc
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NOPE, can't do it, can't handle it seriously. She has to turn it into a contest otherwise she'll be so far out of her depth she might flounder. ]
Oh-ho? Shouldn't I be askin' ya that? [ She sweeps the hat she's wearing off her head and holds it over her chest, bowing rather Ludicrously low whilst putting on her own best charming smile. ] So how about it, think you can handle the Indestructible Gold Ship?
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Hah! Please, I'm Kanade Amou... I can handle anythin'!
[ Kanade Amou! Famous singer! Badass gear wielder! A literal diva... at least when she's onstage. This isn't a stage, so that part might not apply yet, but just wait until she gets permission to put on a live concert. ]
Hoh... the ears are real, huh? Guessin' the tail is too?
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Hehehe. You bet they are.
[ She straightens up and grins, replacing the hat onto her head with a grand flourish. Her ears twitch for emphasis. ]
You're lookin' at a record holding horse girl. [ Former record holding. Her record's been beaten by her own junior... ] Doesn't mean much here, yet, but you're getting in on the ground floor. I'll be dominating this place's racing scene before ya know it!
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[ Something in the back of Kanade's mind itches, an itch of curiosity... and while she'd like to scratch that itch, it's also kind of... not that important, right? ]
Well, I may not know much about racin'... or horses, for that matter, but I guess I'll just hafta bring my A-game! I'm a pretty big deal back where I'm from too, y'know?
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So when Kanade approaches, Ai blinks at her like a deer in headlights. ]
Ah - me? [ she points at herself, just to be sure. ] You wanna dance with me?
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[ Her name is Kanade Amou, and she’s come for you, wallflowers…! Jokes aside, she winks cheekily at Ai, still holding out her hand. ]
Relax… despite how I look, I ain’t gonna bite or anything.
[ Her charming side is more prominent than her feral side right now, after all. ]
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[ Ah, this girl thinks she's smooth, huh... well, she's probably right. On a regular girl, a line like that would've worked wonders but Ai's just a little too jaded when it comes to sweet talk like that for it to have the intended effect.
But she can appreciate the effort, at least. And making a good first impression's important - so she sets her hand lightly in Kanade's. ]
I'm gonna warn you, though - this isn't exactly my kind of dancing.
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Hmm... guess you're right! Still, you caught my eye, so I thought I'd introduce myself! Name's Kanade, by the way.
[ She'll take Ai's hand in her own and start to lead her towards the outer ring of the dancefloor... on the dancefloor, but close enough to the outside that the greater attention of the room isn't necessarily on them. ]
That's fine, it ain't my kind of dancin' either... but I had to practice once upon a time, so I'm pretty good with beginners. I can even give you some tips... might come in handy in a place like this, right?
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[ She already ate quite a bit, but a little more won't hurt, will it? She'll just go ahead and reach for once of those pastries... ]
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I'd bet... I've been in some fancy places myself, but nothin' like this.
[ As both a famous idol and a member of Section 2, Kanade's living situation wasn't anything to scoff at, but even that doesn't compare to this. Minus a few amenities, maybe. ]
So, what's your story? Why'd you say yes to the princess' letter?
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Banquet
"The urge to fill up on sweets is so strong, but I have to resist. There's so much to try!"
whoops ignore me tagging your TL and then looking at my notifs to see you got to me first
[ Should a famous idol really be saying that? Eh, who cares, Kanade isn't about to stop just because an idol shouldn't be doing something. She's in a different world! She's here to have some fun!
...Though, then again, it would be best to at least try to keep in shape. ]
...Ooh, I just had an idea! What if we both try half? Then we can hold back and just tell each other 'bout the rest?
I too was not paying attention. XD
Yeah she'll probably regret it later on, but she still has the training regimen Xander put her on, and it's worked well so far. She'll burn those calories off easy.
"Oooh, I like the way you think!" That's an elegant solution, and will reduce the amount of work Corrin will have to do later. "Well, first thing's first, you must try some of this. It's vegetarian chowder, my absolute favourite, and I cannot believe they are serving it here!" She picks up a fork from the table, gets some of the chowder onto it and then offers it towards Kanade, as in, offers to feed her from it.
What? She's just being friendly, and the chowder really is to die for.
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[ They'll still have to work to burn off the calories, but hey, she can work with that. ]
Vegetarian... chowder, huh? Never had somethin' like that before...
[ Not that Kanade's a picky eater or anything, but she definitely tends to skew towards the meat side of things. Still, it'd be rude to refuse, right? May as well. ]
Well, that's fancy parties for you. Ahh...
[ Not even batting an eye at being offered to be fed, Kanade will just go ahead and take it as offered... as in, opening her mouth to bite the food off of the fork just like that.
Those etiquette classes later are gonna be rough on Kanade, won't it? ]
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[2] Banquet
"...Perhaps I do."
She bows slightly, both respectfully and to take Kanade's hand in her own.
"A fine uniform."
Her own outfit is similarly militaristic, although not quite in the style of any army.
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[ It's usually a much longer process for Kanade... at least, such is how it is with concerts and whatnot. ]
And hey, yours ain't bad either.
[ Taking Camila's hand, Kanade starts to step towards the dancefloor. ]
You done this kind of dancin' before?
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Always the servant, never the guest of honor. Of such things was a soldier's life made.
As they sweep out onto the dance floor, it becomes apparent that Camila is indeed experienced in dancing in that vein, although it seems clear to those more expert in such matters that her style is... antique, for lack of a better word.
"I have had my share of practice, yes."
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Whoa... I can tell, yeah. Think you're actually a better dancer than me... at least, when it comes to this stuff.
[ Ballroom dancing isn't exactly Kanade's style, so it's not like it bothers her. ]
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