Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20191024120510/@comment-26892768-20191025003806

Suddenly, in the good room, a portal snaps open, and out of it falls a blonde, pale-skinned woman with an...unusual choice in dress. She's wearing some kind of metal headband with spikes coming out of it, what appears to be the top half of a fancy dark blue and white dress cut off at the waist to show her metal-plated midriff, as well as - for some goddamn reason - a metal dress frame rather than an actual dress, with it exposing both a normal leg with a white legging and a mechanical leg with no clothing.

She falls with a shrill scream, but manages to land on her feet. She moves to dust herself off but stops herself, looking at her hands and shuddering (at the moment, they're covered by plastic gloves, which seem to have a good deal of...something gelatinous and purple on there).

The person who comes through the portal after her is not so lucky, landing right on his back and causing a crater when he lands.

He gets up, revealing that he is a very tall, very big blue and light gray robot, with a cycloptic red eye and a sword as tall as an average adult man and as wide as a small child.

"Well, that was rather unusual." The big robot boy remarks.

"You don't say...?" The blonde Brit - because that accent was obvious as soon as she started talking grumbles, rubbing her temples with the fingers without any purple stuff on it.

"Princess Mary?" Qadira asks, her attention drawn to the blonde.

Blonde woman - Princess Mary, apparently - turns to Qadira. "Oh! It's you! You're...uh...hmm....did we ever have a formal introduction, or-"

"Qadira." Qadira bluntly states her name, expression completely deadpan.

"Qadira, Qadira, right! And I remember that one," she gestures to Razmi. "She's the one who kept making weird comments about the slime. Never caught her name either, though; wh-"

"Razmi." Qadira interrupts again.

"...I was going to ask for her to introduce herself, but thanks?" Princess Mary nods, starting to glance around her environment. "So...where are we, exactly? And what was it that brought me here? Actually, now that I'm looking around, I'm not seeing Ajna anywhere, so how'd you two get out of her head?"

"For the first one, I don't know, and for the last two, him." Qadira gestures to Harminalon.

"Oh." Princess Mary turns to look at Harminalon and squints, a grimace crossing her face. "Ugh, couldn't he choose a duller color for that armor of his? Unless he's standing in the middle of a snowstorm, he's practically a walking target - and maybe even then you can still spot him thanks to that blue light! Highly impractical, really."

"He's also radiating a high amount of some kind of unknown energy." The robot states, eye zooming in and out on Harminalon.

"Still no excuse for that color!" Princess Mary replies in turn, gesturing to Harminalon with a purple-stained glove.