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Post by Aazarah on Feb 10, 2012 1:06:12 GMT -5
"Oh, of course you are", Aazarah admired the spanish clap dance happening beside her. "Princess by trade aswell as name?", she enquired.
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Post by princessboobie on Feb 10, 2012 1:12:54 GMT -5
She bowed elegantly before her audience of peasants. Her handbag knocking into a waiters ankle behind her, she cared not.
"My father." She answered to the young ladies enquiry. "Was the king of music, perhaps you have heard of him, his name is George Michael." She flapped her way up to a chair next to the ladies, inviting herself to join them in their repast. "But this alone does not account for my royal lineage, my mother was the Queen of a flock of Blue Footed Boobies in the Galapagos Islands."
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Post by Aazarah on Feb 10, 2012 1:22:24 GMT -5
"You`re lineage is inspiring!", Aazarah ordered a drink for the Princess, finding herself awed by the woman/bird before her. She couldnt help but like her.
Within a day of entering Nightworld she sensed that she would enjoy it here. Especially if it meant forgetting what she had just walked away from.
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Post by princessboobie on Feb 10, 2012 1:29:53 GMT -5
"Yeeees, it is inspiring, isn't it?" She said with a long southern drawl. "Sea water for me please." She noted as Aazarah ordered her a refreshing beverage.
"It's so nice to meet two such faaaaashionable women on my first day in town." She said placing her Birkin bag on the table. "And such a handsome young maaaaan." She wolf whistled in Nicoli's direction, he was a tall glass of sea water and she just loved mooooiiiisture. But her heart belonged to another, in her minds eye there was no man superior to Kenny G.
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Post by Aazarah on Feb 10, 2012 1:41:43 GMT -5
"How long have you lived in Nightworld, Princess?", she enquired.
Her gaze followed the waiter approaching with the steaming brussel sprouts, but her entire attention remained on the fascinating bird/woman.
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Post by princessboobie on Feb 10, 2012 2:01:13 GMT -5
"Only but a few hours have passed since I arrived on the shores of this World of Nights." She stated with a flourish of her fin. "I swam for many days and nights to get here."
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Post by Aazarah on Feb 10, 2012 2:05:47 GMT -5
The Galapagos was many miles away, Aazarah wondered how the woman/bird had the strength to dance and groove the way she did.
"I`ve just arrived here myself for a bit of relaxation time....", she spooned her first spoonful of food into her mouth, "What brings you here?"
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Post by princessboobie on Feb 10, 2012 3:55:45 GMT -5
"Ah what brings me here, now that is a tale my wee lassie..." Princess Boobie's accent took a sudden Scottish turn.
"This is not the first time I have visited this quaint little bum town. Many moons ago, 100,032 to be exact, I came to this place with my father. Even then, (before his physical birth) George Michael was a star and king amongst men. Everywhere we went we were gifted with trinkets and food stuffs the like of which has rarely, but sometimes, occasionally, and sporadically been seen here since.
The towns folk adored his high pitched fetus voice, and begged he sing at the local talent concert. They promised the winner riches beyond their wildest dreams. Being the only one with any talent my father was the only competitor, and thus after his magnificent falsetto performance, he was awarded first prize.
The judge held aloft Excalibur, the very latest and greatest of the Birkin bag line, which was named after King Arthurs sword which was a great accessory in its own rights. My generous father gifted this to me with great fanfare.
Alas, walking home a small urchin by the name of Brunhilda stole the bag, gave it to her disciples and said 'take this all of you and eat it, this is my body which has been given up for you' her disciples were confused by this speech but they acquiesced to her request and moved towards the bag.
Just when it seemed Excalibur would be consumed and turned into urchin feces, my father threw himself in front of the bag crying 'YOU GOTTA HAVE FAITH! YOU GOTTA HAVE FAITH, THE FAITH, THE FAITH-AH' The urchins recoiled into darkness, Excalibur was safe.
To protect the bag my father fused it with his soul and ran off into the night....as I stood there cold and alone I heard his falsetto voice rise above the darkness 'Look for me in the future...I will protect Excalibur......for you."
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Post by Aazarah on Feb 10, 2012 7:17:40 GMT -5
"You`re father was a brave man, Princess", Aazarah had to admit, her strong scottish accent had made the story a mere babble at times, but she had heard of the story of Faith and new it to be one of legend. Hence she popped some more brussel sprouts in her mouth, clapped at the reindition of the old story and looked around the restaurant.
Most nearly every soul stood transfixed at the story. "So you are here to protect us from future urchin attacks?", she asked.
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Post by Nicoli on Feb 10, 2012 13:55:43 GMT -5
The story was quite a tale, to be sure, and he'd seen many an odder thing in his life. Perhaps this wasn't as far fetched as he'd originally thought. Then again, how odd was it to see a human face, blue-footed bird lady with a Birkin bag named Excalibur? In Nightworld... Well, he'd just have to accept it. He gave up trying to figure out what was what a long time ago.
"I thank you for the compliment," he said with a slight bow of his head. Taking a sip of his lager, he continued. "And that is quite a tale! I would only hope to accomplish something of it's like in my time. Alas, the life of the living dead is a fairly dull one. Lots of slinking about and all this hush hush business. Very secretive you know."
"What brings you here so far from home, if you don't mind my asking?" He was intentionally avoiding his kidneys and liver, hoping Tam wouldn't notice. Definitely not his favorite dish in the least. The brussel sprouts where actually quite good though.
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Post by princessboobie on Feb 11, 2012 0:28:00 GMT -5
"Yes, my father was a brave man. He sacrificed his soul for fashion." A single tear rolled down Princess Boobies modelesque face.
"Unfortunately he didn't specify a time in the future, so to be safe and save myself from making unnecessary trips I didn't return for many decades. It wasn't until I met him on the shores this morning that he told me when he said future, he only meant 30 minutes later." She shook her head sadly, remembering the aged and decrepit man she had met on the lake shore.....who then directed her to youthful immortal father 2 metres away who promptly handed over the legendary bag.
"So now I have Excalibur and my father has left for his Australian tour where he will travel the country with a 40 piece orchestra. So magnifique! And no dear child..." She said looking over at Aazarah, "I am not here to protect you from street urchins, i am here to protect you from making fashion faux pas."
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Post by Tamuril on Feb 11, 2012 0:32:44 GMT -5
Tamuril watched Nicoli eating his brussell sprouts greedily, she never knew how much he liked eating liver and kidney stuffed sprouts before! But by golly, he was packing that questionable meat away with gusto! She made a mental note to always have strange organ meat on hand whenever he was around.
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Post by Nicoli on Feb 11, 2012 1:52:15 GMT -5
((OOC You sly dog you ))
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Post by Aazarah on Feb 11, 2012 6:38:52 GMT -5
"I hear Australia is amazing, Princess", Aazarah finished her meal with relish, "He will be well recieved there with his band and his Faith".
She looked down at her own clothes. As usual she wore her long flowing clothes, caked at the base with a tiny amount of mud. She thoroughly enjoyed walking and actually enjoyed her dirty hems - it made her feel at home. Looking around the group before her however, she found herself thinking aloud, "Boobie, maybe we could all go shopping sometime together and you could share your fashion sense?"
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Post by Tamuril on Feb 11, 2012 7:33:53 GMT -5
"Oh yes!" Tamuril exclaimed, taking Princess Boobie by the wing. "I would so appreciate you doing a makeover on me." She gestured to her hessian potato sack dress and the pieces of string tied around her feet. She tipped her dirty chimney sweep hat to Boobie and the wilted flower on top of it bobbed around and then fell to the floor forlornly.
"I know the men are drawn by my natural good looks and style, but I do feel I could use a wardrobe overhaul...I mean my hessian sack is slightly outdated."
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