[Event Post]

[observershikou]

*Hey, Suzume.

There's some lady who you don't really recognize in the hotel room wearing a rather... Figure-emphasizing outfit. She's tossing all of Shikou's old clothes, some books, suitcases, bags, even some cards. Just... Many things. All into a single, disorganized pile. As she looks through drawers, closets, and the like, with a disgusted look on her face, raging the entire way. In a proper, dignified, though loud manner.*

Where is he, where is he!? That boy should be here when I order him to be here, not to go off and vanish against my commands!

*... So, want to ask who this screeching, egotistical-sounding lady is, and what she's doing in here?*

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[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

Split Personality.

So.

::Stands up and gropes Saikou from the back.::

Aren't I more important than some books to rip up?

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*Glances over her shoulder, at him, obviously not all that against the sudden invasion of personal space. She twitched again though, at the "split personality". But is still not stating anything towards that.*

That all depends. What is more important? The attention of my precious queen, or the needed punishment towards the person who not only doesn't have the sense to keep my body in its' proper and prim condition, but also would not think to at least show up for his own punishment?

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

Queen. Duh.

::Hangs there, sorta bored looking.::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*You're only bored because you can't get a rise out of her like you can with Shikou. She looks over to the pile. With all of the clothes. The cards. The books. Everything. As her hand twitches.*

... If you are truly my queen, then you'd pick me over who that little, timid boy is.

Destroy all of that, and we can go about our business. *Gestures to the pile, as she moves away, sitting on the bed, waiting.*

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::Sits on the bed and kisses you.::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*Hey, didn't I tell you to go and destroy things. She pushes him off slightly, tapping that sharp, sharp nail onto your chest.*

You don't listen very well, now do you? Much unlike how you were as a princess. So loyal. So dedicated. It's such a shame. A disgrace to my efforts.

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

No clue what you're talking about, but...

You should file those nails down. They're not lady-like.

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*Strokes the nail up to your chin. You best be careful about moving your head, seeing as she has just the point under there.*

A shame that you wouldn't remember. Though I guess it would have been their doing. That you wouldn't even remember what we did. Those final moments...

*She then lowers the hand to your neck, the nails in prime position to just... Tear it out.*

Maybe you aren't my queen, if you don't remember, though... I wonder what would happen if I just happened to put a bit of pressure onto here... *She smirks.*

What do you think, my "queen"?

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::That's a spinning ring around her arm.::

I burn you alive. Like I did that crazy white haired guy.

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*She looks pleased. As she removes her hand from your neck, and grabs your arm. To examine the spinning ring.*

Proof, my dear queen.

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::That's your dress on fire.::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*Shrieks a shriek that will probably give you a headache for the next two hours. And pushes you away, trying to pat out the fire.

Chances are, given their body strength, you might have hit your head on a wall, or at least hit the floor pretty damn hard.*

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::KO'd!::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*After the fire gets put out, she stands up, walking over to your unconscious body, as though ready to really tear into you, for doing something so offensive, like burning her.

She even gets close enough, within arm's reach, of doing so. But she stops, twitching. A confused look passing over her features.*

... What... In the...? *She shakes her head, looking over herself. Burnt outfit. Too tight. Things all in a pile. How did that happen. Suzume's on the floor and not moving oh god is he breathing is he breathing.

... Yes, he is. Proceeds to scoop them up, and get them into the bed. Just. Staring around.*

... What in the world just happened...?

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::Knocked out.::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*... Tries to gently shake them awake. A bit scared, actually. Something might have happened to them, and they didn't even notice.*

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::Their eyes seem to flicker before closing.::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

... Suzume? Please, wake up...

*Keeps shaking him slightly. She's pathetic.*

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::That's your hair on fire.::

Five more minutes...

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*oh god panics and flails and puts out the fire on her hair. Using the blanket on the bed to smother the flames if she has to, even if it involves nearly flipping you out of the bed.

Of course, after she does finally get the flames out. She's sorta gonna be. Keeping the cover over her head. Like she's hiding.*

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::Curls up::

[observershikou.livejournal.com]

*... Notices that she isn't bursting into flames. Oh good. She peeks out slightly... And then sighs. Putting the covers over Suzume.

Then she gets to work putting all of her things away. What in the hell were they doing out, in the first place?

... And what the hell is she doing wearing this outfit? It's so tight that it hurts. New priority: Change out of this first.

And then put things away.*

[arkircpeeps.livejournal.com]

::Sleepppppsssss.::