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princess maker - avante en garde
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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You learn that drugs are fairly frequently in circulation with the poorfolk, but they're not the source of it - of course they're not. The source would be . . .
Well, who would want to control a community from the poor people up?
It doesn't come as a surprise to you that the source would be another nobleperson; after all, you all have your sick hobbies. The dealer isn't the person who planted the drugs in your daughter's things, however - that honor seems to trace back to . . . one of your own servants!?
How - how could this be!?
Of course, you try to have them come clean - but they declare that they aren't afraid of you, not afraid of your secret magic, because they have a secret of their own. That's right - they're one of those with the Plague, and they'll show you!
The confrontation in your own parlor results in a brief fight - before the servant's clothes rip up as they grow into a humungous size, declaring that they would protect their princess, and then . . .
They explode, shrapnel of bone fragments flying all over the place.
Fortunately, you manage to protect yourselves - all that is damaged is the house . . .
The servant - did they . . . survive? Logic would think not, since the shrapnel was part of their own body, but on the other hand, there isn't enough . . . pieces . . . here . . . for a whole human body.
What's this about protecting their princess . . . !?
Your daughter's temperament is snobby.
Your daughter's alignment is neutral.