princess maker - future is now

[idolpro]

[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find the room inside looks like the living room of a mansion. There are several doors, but one in particular stands out to you: it is ornately decorated, the very door's wood itself carved beautifully with gold etched in to make luxurious patterns depicting what looks like the sky and the wind blowing through the grasslands. Though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent.

The room is painted baby blue and a gold-plated cradle sits in the room. Inside, a baby cries - high pitched and noisy, though immediately a nurse comes in to rock the child back to sleep. ]

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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby sits up, trying to climb out of her cradle; a little toddler dressed prettily with expensive clothes beams pleasantly; a tantrum, thrown by the little girl who's distressed; the little girl holding a puppy, pleased as punch; then the wall becomes opaque. ]

[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 sits on a chair, smiling at you. a golden retriever is curled up beside her.

This is your little girl. you couldn't help spoiling her, honestly - after all, she's a noble too, and she should like to become a princess as well. She deserves it! But you also know, with how your history's gone, she's going to have to work to get to the top. Still, you have faith in her - she's your girl, after all. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . . Oh boy. Fake smiling.

This is why high charisma is BAD]

Primrose. Come over here.

[idolpro]

[ waltzing over ]

Yeah, big bro?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You're off your game.

[idolpro]

Uuuuh...no? I'm not?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No?

Are you just lying to me?

Or are you lying to yourself as well?

[idolpro]

I don't tell lies, Intensity! I tell half-truths, thank you very much!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hahahahaha. Good girl.

So then tell me what's fucking with you? And let's see if I can pick apart which half is the truth.

[idolpro]

I bungled a big score, I lost a battle of wits, and I have the strangest urge to kick every dumb idiot boy I see in the face.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You might have lost round 1 in the battle of wits, but in the end you played the final finishing move and saved your own skin.

As for the rest---

Yes. Miscalculations and misplaced trust all around.

So what are you going to to do about it?

[idolpro]

Hm. Hmmmmm...

Never trust anyone again?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oooooh. Good play]

Does that include us?

[idolpro]

Obviously not. If I didn't trust my siblings, I'd be in jail or dead by now.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then think on this. And think on it hard.

What makes us different from that dumbfuck and his useless excuse of a parent? What makes us different from the people that spread the rumors about you and the dumb idiot boys you want to punch?

Hint: The answer isn't family. None of us are related by blood.

Once you've answered that question for yourself, you'll know who is worthy of your trust. And remember -- they have to be fucking worthy of it. It's a fucking privilege for them. You're the most important part of the equation.

[Chuckles a little]

And if that answer turns out to be no one - then so be it.

[idolpro]

[ just like, doubles over, laughing

but when she straightens back up, she looks him right in the eye, staring genuinely. ]

Got it! ☆ You're always so intense, but I guess that's why you're named Intensity? It's pretty cool, though.

[ aaand stepping up to give him a hug ]

Thanks, big bro. I love you a ton. ☆

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He's being laughed at and hugged at the same time.

Send help.









Okay, he guesses he can return the hug. Damn his weakness to children]