Not Normal at All

[not_a_prize]

1) [Right after 'The Runaway']
[Well a new machine is now sitting in the Hangars of Star Rose. Though a familiar face was soon leaving it. A very angry face at that. Peola was stomping down the gantry, tearing her helmet off and hurling it into a wall with brutal force. She was ranting and screaming angrily in a mixture of english and a language known to no human being on Earth at her current situation. Why? Well her secret was out. She was a Runaway Alien Princess with a horde of potential suitors. And now all of them were coming to Earth for her. What's more her sister somehow managed to sneak into Star Rose and was probably responsible for her Gespenst's breakdown - which was the whole reason she had to switch Regalis Filia back on in the first place.]

-Untranslatable enraged screaming- SWEAR TO GOD I'LL TEAR OFF HER ARMS AND -more untranslatable enraged screams- SMASH THEIR STUPID FACES IN -Do you actually want to know what she's saying? Its not pretty- HATE THEIR STUPID IDEAS AND HIS STUPID PLANS AND HIS STUPID NEED FOR ME TO GET MARRIED -Yeaaah best we don't know- RAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!

[Aaaand Wallpunch. Do you risk turning the wrath of a furious princess at you?]

2)
[Peola has.... relatively calmed down and is sitting in a lounge, curled up on a chair with a look that is mixed between annoyance, bitterness and resignation. She barely pays attention to the sight of a trio of people on TV trying to beat the everloving crap out of each other in front of a cheering audience.]

I know you're there...

[She sighs grumpily, she already had a long and uncomfortable talk with the commanders about a lot of things... what was one more person asking her MORE questions.]

What do you want?

Comments

[tiger_ken]

And possibly keep a track of you despite travelling across, y'know, space. Did she say or give anything to you before you'd left?

[not_a_prize]

I know a lot better than to take anything she gives to me considering how she is but-

[A thought occurs to her about something.]

That little troll! She might have snuck something like that into my things when I threw everything I needed together before I left!

[tiger_ken]

...We might wanna check on that, otherwise all your suitors will know exactly where you are, no matter what base you're at...

[not_a_prize]

[Oh dear god how horrifying. Peola's already rushing off to her room to go take care of it. Try and keep up Ken!]

[tiger_ken]

[Ken does so! ...though not in a conventional manner. Remember how ages back, he scoured the ventilation systems? Well now he uses that, and the ancient technique of high speed crawling, as a shortcut to reach Peola's quarters!

...wait why does he even know where that is...?]

[not_a_prize]

[Best not to think about that now, Peola's torn open what was a sealed bag before pulling several intricate looking clothes and a few items from it - digging around furiously on them before discovering a tiny little attachment on the back of her sparring robe. It was a small device that seemed to resemble a smiley face - the eyes just happening to be lights.]

Grrrr......

[Yeah, Ken can practically feel her ki just burning inside of her as she pulled it off and threw it to the floor - proceeding to stomp on it. Repeatedly.]

[tiger_ken]

Hey, hey, hey!

[Ken drops in from the ceiling.]

Cool it before you blow up the room or something. Its broken, right? So and anyone else won't be able to find you, at least for now.

[Quickly needing an alternate subject...]

...Are these clothes from your homeworld?

[not_a_prize]

Yeah... okay... okay...

[Peola took a deep breath and lifted her foot away from the crushed tracker.]

And yeah... they are.

[Well Ken, you'd notice there was something of a medieval leaning with the clothes. They were quite practical as well despite the first glance of a rather rich appearance. Given how Peola is she probably wasn't that much of a dress person given how it would get in the way of beating the everloving crap out of people. She needed mobility.]