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[encursed]

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starter for @mjolnrr​

          It’s a situation borne of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

          Perhaps if the light-haired girl she spots hadn’t been wearing her uniform at the time, or perhaps if she didn’t have a little costumed demon trailing her path, prodding her with a wooden sword and screaming into her ear. Perhaps if she hadn’t chosen today of all days to stroll leisurely through the marketplace, wander into the plaza and stay a moment too long on one of the benches— a moment long enough to be noticed and casted by a girl playing pretend, anyways. Perhaps if the stars hadn’t aligned so perfectly to form a constellation of her demise... perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.

          Alas, here the imperial princess is— attempting to speak to a girl who she only finds herself approaching because she had the same uniform as her, fiery vengeance burning in her eyes as she tries her damned hardest not to send the child padding behind her flying across the marketplace with a well-cast spell.

          She’s made worse first impressions, Veronica thinks.

          “You...” she pants, her boots thudding heavily against the marketplace cobblestone as she struggles to keep walking, “Are you... an Officer’s Academy student?”

          She leaves no room for a response before she continues, “You... I need you... to— get off of me.”

          The Emblian’s words end with a hiss as little lady Seiros tries and climb up her shoulders. The child is shaken off easily enough, much to her chagrin, and makes no further attempts to crawl up Veronica’s body after that.

          “No, wait, I... ugh...”

          She closes her eyes, groaning, and massages her temples so as to dispel her migraine. She thinks this little girl would soon have an accident involving her face and Elivagar’s hard, leather cover.

           “I just... I’ve been coerced into a performance by... this thing.” she gestures to the girl, “I need you to be my evil friend.” Veronica’s face screws up; no, that sounded wrong, “Or at least, pretend to be. Can you do that? Can you be evil for me?”

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