27th ♫ | The morning bells mark the break of dawn

[mytarget]

OC VOICETEST FOR ASTER AZULINE ANBELL
yes, the three alliterative names were entirely necessary

Aster is a bratty tsundere princess from the kingdom of Anbell, third child to the royal family and essentially a spare kid. Happens to be her generations 'Scion', who is responsible for bringing life back to the world at the end of each Cycle, thus staving off the end of the world for the next few hundred years. Cliffnotes/quick overview for meme purposes below:

ASTER IS:

• Twenty years old, blonde and blue eyed, petite and pretty.
  
• A princess and thus very much A Royal Young Lady
  
• A "chosen one" character known as the Scion
  
• Educated and cultured, well spoken, a bit sheltered
  
• Grouchy, prickly and more than a little spoiled on the outside
  
• Full of warm snuggly tsundere love on the inside and often unable to stop herself extending small kindnesses even if she's very "I–I DIDN'T DO IT FOR YOU BAKA" about it.
  
• Carrying around four incredibly powerful magical artifacts inside herself at all times


ASTER IS NOT:

• Possessed of much practical experience when it comes to pretty much anything
  
• Very physically strong or fit
  
• Particularly good at impulse control
  
• Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited
  
• Familiar with modern day culture or technology

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

PROMPTS:

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[sixtrillionyears]

Aster.

[Zinnia's ears are twitching as she returns to their campsite, dragging a deer behind her. The dragging arm is, of course, large, the arm long enough to drag on the ground, furred, with her hand being more like a paw, curved claws piercing the deer's throat in place of an actual grip.]

Will this be enough until we get to town?

[agapist]

Y—eeeeee—s, I believe so.

[ Her voice dips very briefly into a noise of disgust, that she manages to save at the last second. She's certainly not ungrateful that Zinnia is bringing food back – far from it – but it's very hard on her delicate young lady sensibilities to be reminded that meat is actually quite gross. ]

So long as we prepare it properly and ensure it does not spoil.

[sixtrillionyears]

[She nods, but her ears twitch as she hears that dip in her voice...]

... Is aught amiss?

[agapist]

It's just... it's a touch gruesome, is it not? To have our... kill... on display as such in the place we intend to dine. It's hardly a contribution to the atmosphere.

[ She doesn't want to make Zinnia feel bad but whoof jesus christ she can see muscle and fat and hworf. ]

[sixtrillionyears]

[listen, she lives in the wild, she barely understands the idea of not eating it raw.]

I understand.

[Her clawed arm ripples and twists and suddenly it's like there's a bag of fur attached to her that her kill gets absorbed into.

(Aster might recognize the skill of a type of forest monster, that carries strange sacks that can suck people in for a bit.)]

[agapist]

[ It's a bit of a gruesome sight. It's fascinating too, the ease with which Zinnia warps and changes herself and at least their dinner has been properly whisked behind the curtain. So she wouldn't dream of complaining.

Which for Aster, is probably a first. ]

Thank you. We hardly have the utensils for fine dining this far out from the cities, but we can always make the effort, regardless.

[sixtrillionyears]

Mm. I do not understand... 'fine dining'. But if it helps you.

[The sack shrinks back into Zinnia's arm, and the dinner with it. It's like a little pocket inventory, she can spit it back out elsewhere.]

Where would you have me put it?

[magender]

[Mage has been travelling with these idiots interesting folks for a little while now. In that time, they've been learning what they can about the group. Observing. By now, they like to think they have a decent grasp on everyone's general demeanor. The little things that give away how they're doing.

They might not know what makes them tick, but they just about know when to expect an alarm to go off.

Aster has seemed a little... down. The stress of travel getting to her, perhaps? Or just the weight of this whole Scion business. Really, it could be anything, because everyone gets sad sometimes. Except Mage, obviously, because they don't feel anything, of course. But whatever the reason is, it's no good. Best to nip this in the bud now, if they can. Luckily, Mage has a foolproof plan for how to deal with this.]

Princess.

[Their tone is serious, as is befitting the situation. They look her in the eye, steady, and the silence hangs in the air for a few seconds. It is important, at times like these, to pause for dramatic effect.

And then, spoken as if the very fate of the world hangs in the balance...]

I'm bored.

[agapist]

[ Though Aster would never say it out loud in quite as many words, it's fun, travelling with everyone as she is. Often – in fact, most of the time – it's exciting and refreshing, meeting new people, seeing new things and new places she never would've gotten a chance to see, stuck in the palace.

But sometimes things aren't quite so busy and sometimes – like right now, for instance – when they're on a particularly long stretch of travel from point A to point B and there's nothing else to occupy her, the quiet gets to her. It's a bit harder to forget the whole 'looming end of the world' issue when there's nothing else on your mind.

She's sure she's been doing a fantastic job of hiding it, though. After all, she's a princess and should be an expert at keeping a stiff upper lip by now. So when Mage approaches her, as they're taking a little break from the wagon, she doesn't particularly suspect a thing.

She does, however, scoff. ]

Well, I hardly see how that's my problem to resolve. Unless you wish for me to call out a dancing bear, to prance around for your amusement?

[ #besties ]

[magender]

Oh, could you? That would solve my problem very easily.

[agapist]

Oh, is that truly all it would take to entertain you? And here, I had thought you above such boorish practices. It seems I was sadly mistaken.

[magender]

Seeing you make it happen would be entertaining, yes. Considering the bears in this area, I'd say the odds are much higher that it would maul someone instead.

...I cannot overstate how bored I am.

[agapist]

Ah, it seems I am to be the dancing bear. How frightfully uncouth.

[ But there's the beginnings of a smirk starting to curl the corners of her lips up. ]

You're hardly a child, but how do you feel about a little game? Nothing more than a simple bit of problem solving – more of a logic puzzle, really. I present you with a problem and you must find a solution for it, so long as you adhere to a few very specific rules along the way.

[waxinglight]

[Michiru is one of the odder members of the royal staff - while she functions as a bodyguard and general member of the guard, it’s hard for the rest of the staff to get used to her. Magical constructs, especially young ones still learning How To Human correctly, were a bit of a hurdle for anyone to get used to. Michiru doesn’t mind - truthfully, she hasn’t really noticed - but Aster has been kind to her, even if the princess would never actually admit it as such. Michiru has many siblings, other constructs like her, and a twin she’s very close to, but Aster is probably the closest person Michiru has to an older sibling.

It’s nice. Aster is nice.

It’s during one of her nightly patrols that she hears it, a soft noise from the kitchen. Michiru is small and quiet, it’s easy to make her way in unnoticed. The young girl is on high alert, but the tension immediately leaves her body as she sees it’s just Aster, working in the kitchen at...something. Cookies? Bread? ...was it even edible?]

You’re going to have to start over, you know.

[Blunt as always. The redhead blinks, remembering her station.]

Good evening, Princess Anbell. [headtilt] Do you need me to find one of the kitchen staff?

how bout some murdergame shenanigans

[magiicksquad]

[They'd been here a couple weeks now, long enough to fall into a numbing groove despite the deaths. Their hosts called it the Carnival, full of garish tents and booths that were almost more nightmarish than the deaths they'd witnessed. The whole complex centered around the massive bigtop where they held the now-weekly trials, and bordered by thick, impassable fog. Any attempts at leaving ended up looping back to another part of the carnival.]

[Ned had been trying to work out a way to escape the bubble world, the trailer she'd been assigned as a bedroom full of sheets of scribbled notes and glyphs and magical formulas, trying to find some kind of casting that could punch a hole back to reality. But so far, the suppression of everyone's powers, her own lack of expertise in the relevant branches of magic, and complete lack of her usual resources had left her entirely stymied.]

[So today she's in the carnival's arcade tent, feeding tokens into the prize machine that had been spitting out items from home, hoping to get some of her mother's research or something that might be helpful.]

[The tightly-packed bag of high quality coffee beans wasn't the most useful of reminders of home, but it was highly welcome, for a second. Until she saw the small subtitle underneath flourishing 'dark roast' script.]

>Decaffeinated

...I'm being mocked. This is mockery, and the Ringmaster has to die now.

[terrytheterrible]

[Terry may be a rude alcoholic who's never been to a human royal ball in his life, but he also looks GREAT in formal wear and has 20 dexterity. Also Aster needed a +1 and Mage refused on principle. Which is why Terry was currently dressed up at a swanky party (you know it's swanky if they have tiny sausages on toothpicks and the wine has bubbles in it.) and being announced as "The Princess Aster and her...ah, 'companion'."]

Pretty fancy digs, huh?