[1]
[Peola let out a frustrated sigh as she slumped down at the kitchen counter, hands over her head. She's had a somewhat miserable time due to reasons she would prefer not to discuss - but suffice to say Ken and Dido's ki experiments had a hand in it. Still. Nothing a small snack wouldn't fix and-]
Is that smoke?
[She turned around to see a somewhat clogged toaster literally spewing out black smog that smelled of burned... cake? Peola of course panicked, quickly rushing over to slap it on the side - causing it to fire the charred mess out with the velocity of a bullet, sending the charred mess all over the place.]
AGHK-! Damn you! At the very least that other thing is doing its job-
[This was promptly preempted by the microwave's door blasting open and splattering its contents on the far wall before it shorted out. The bluenette slowly turned to regard the disaster that was literally painting the kitchen before the sprinkler system kicked in after cutting the power to the appliances. A soggy security guard hung her head solemnly.]
[2]
[After assisting with cleanup of her mess, Peola was wallowing in the shower. Well not exactly... Somehow she managed to find a large basin, barely big enough for a person to fit in, drug it into the bathroom and was sitting uncomfortably in the steaming water with a grumpy expression as she cleaned her hair.]
Just what kind of place is this, no proper tubs... or anything...
[She grumbles to herself, continuing on to wash and scrub herself down. Odd as it was, this actually wouldn't be too bad... if this wasn't the men's shower.]
[3]
[Once again after yet another inexplicable mistake on her part Peola just crashed somewhere, picking up some reading material along the way that most likely belonged to Izuru as she lay on a chair with a mild expression on her face.]
It....blew up the moon? But that doesn't make sense... the moon is right there...
[Wait... what?]
[Peola let out a frustrated sigh as she slumped down at the kitchen counter, hands over her head. She's had a somewhat miserable time due to reasons she would prefer not to discuss - but suffice to say Ken and Dido's ki experiments had a hand in it. Still. Nothing a small snack wouldn't fix and-]
Is that smoke?
[She turned around to see a somewhat clogged toaster literally spewing out black smog that smelled of burned... cake? Peola of course panicked, quickly rushing over to slap it on the side - causing it to fire the charred mess out with the velocity of a bullet, sending the charred mess all over the place.]
AGHK-! Damn you! At the very least that other thing is doing its job-
[This was promptly preempted by the microwave's door blasting open and splattering its contents on the far wall before it shorted out. The bluenette slowly turned to regard the disaster that was literally painting the kitchen before the sprinkler system kicked in after cutting the power to the appliances. A soggy security guard hung her head solemnly.]
[2]
[After assisting with cleanup of her mess, Peola was wallowing in the shower. Well not exactly... Somehow she managed to find a large basin, barely big enough for a person to fit in, drug it into the bathroom and was sitting uncomfortably in the steaming water with a grumpy expression as she cleaned her hair.]
Just what kind of place is this, no proper tubs... or anything...
[She grumbles to herself, continuing on to wash and scrub herself down. Odd as it was, this actually wouldn't be too bad... if this wasn't the men's shower.]
[3]
[Once again after yet another inexplicable mistake on her part Peola just crashed somewhere, picking up some reading material along the way that most likely belonged to Izuru as she lay on a chair with a mild expression on her face.]
It....blew up the moon? But that doesn't make sense... the moon is right there...
[Wait... what?]
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[Peola brushed a stray hair away from her face with a sigh.]
So... yeah... that's it... that's the secret.
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But... why keep it a secret? Its not as if we have a way to rat you out to your father - we've been searching for alien life for centuries, but it still had to come to us first. And well, I've already laid out how ridiculously diverse we are.
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[She gave out a frustrated grumble.]
My brother and a lot of his friends... they were the only people who actually bothered listening. When he got crippled and came down with his illness things just got worse and everyone expected me to be the perfect pretty princess, all diplomatic and sitting in a court and playing wife to some scatterbrained inbred cesspool!
[She composes herself... barely.]
That and the fewer people who know about it the better... I really don't want people talking about me, knowing about what I really am. I know it'd get out somehow and when it does, I'll have the horde of idiots trying to marry me come to Earth in droves...
And that'd probably be just as bad, if not worse than an invasion.
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But I do understand the point. I've got my own concerns with family, expectations, and so forth.
[An understatement, really.]
So don't worry, secret's safe with me. Heck, so long as you didn't leave any evidence on where you went, I imagine it'd be impossible for your father to find you.
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[Peola lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.]
The only way he could is through the thing I came to Earth in, and I hid pretty well and the key's right here.
[She lazily motions to herself.]
... Not to mention its been off for a long while now.
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[Ken shrugs, lying back.]
...This is still my room, incidentally.
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Second of all. Ew... I mean... technically there already is one but... you don't want to meet her. At all.
Third of all I'll go in a minute. Geez...
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You mean... you're the key?
[Looks like the hand is on the other foot.]
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[Peola pinches the bridge of her nose.]
Yes I'm the key for my robot. That's the case with most Regalis Machina. They only work for their pilots or relatives close enough to them.
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So, what's your sister like? I've never really known what its like to have a sibling.
[...Wait, hadn't he bugged her about leaving?]
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[Ken slightly regrets asking.]
Maybe siblings wouldn't be such a good idea...