[center][h2][color=crimson]❀[/color] [u]Rosalina Idwal[/u] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/h2][i]"[color=Crimson]...[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=Silver]There are some things you shouldn't shoulder alone.[/color]"[/i]

❀ [@Lmpkio][color=crimson]❀[/color][/center]

The members of the council rose from their seats when Carrie dismissed the meeting, delighted at the prospect of being given a day to relax and spend time with loved ones. Rosalina's scarlet eyes watched them leave, her fingers gently laced around her cup of tea as she rose it to her lips. Tilting her head back, she quickly downed the remaining contents and rested the cup down on the saucer in front of her. She rose from her seat, only to notice Sayatachi approaching her from the corner of her eye.
"[b]It appears we are on the same page Rosalina,[/b]" Rosalina raised her eyebrow curiously at the remark, but she was not surprised by Sayatachi's statement. No, Rosalina was mostly shocked at her own poor judgement. She had assumed that her ability to hold up a false pretense would fool the council, yet the the woman who stood before her had not wasted a single moment to call her out. If Sayatachi had noticed, surely Carrie did as well. The thought made her uneasy. The last thing she wanted was to seem defiant.

"[b]I'm also not fond of recruiting those that don't happen to be in a guild. It'll be like recruiting the homeless and immediately making them the royal guard of the King.[/b]" Rosalina stepped passed Sayatachi as she spoke, placing her hat atop her head to conceal the tangled mess of silver that lay beneath. She remained calm and collected on the outside, but internally she was quite perturbed.
"[color=crimson]You are entitled to your opinion, just as I am entitled to not care to hear it.[/color]" She spoke with a monotonous drone, clearly uninterested in discussing the meeting. She approached the door, looking over her shoulder at the Rainbow Majesty. She stood with her hand on the handle, clenching it with a mixed expression of hesitance and remorse.
"[color=crimson]I'm sorry.[/color]" She sighed, releasing her grip on the doorway. She had been fully aware of how disrespectful she must have sounded, dismissing Sayatachi like that, yet she still gave her the cold shoulder. This wasn't like her. Actually it was completely like her. Dismissive, cold and distant were all words that anyone who knew her would use to describe her. At the same time though, Rosalina could not be called impolite. She wouldn't allow herself to be labelled as such.

"[color=crimson]I appear to have left my manners in bed this morning. Please allow me to apologise properly by treating you to some brunch, Lady Nijiko.[/color]" Rosalina spoke with a rare sincerity. It was true, she cared little for the company of others. Even so, Rosalina had always held the philosophy that nobody would ever take an obnoxious introvert seriously in this world. As such she had made quite an effort to at the very least seem engaged when others spoke to her, particularly when they were people who deserved as much respect as Sayatachi did. Politics was all about image and if Rosalina presented herself as cold, demanding and shy it would not bode well for her future in the council.

Rosalina held the door open for Sayatachi, gesturing for her to exit.
 
[center][h2][color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [u]Isabella and Bullet[/u] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/h2][i]"[color=MediumPurple]I'm not weird, you are! Just make the stupid promise, okay?[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=Firebrick]Whoa, okay! Okay! Fine, I promise.[/color]"[/i]

[color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [@Zarkun] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/center]

Bullet squinted his eyes at Isabella and Jane in the distance, trying to listen in on what they were saying. Unfortunately all the ruckus in the hotel lobby made in near impossible to make anything out. He sighed, his lips turning up into a smile. Isabella was probably acting as hyperactive as usual, probably scaring the poor girl half to death.

Meanwhile, Isabella had just finished gaining the attention of the young lady, a cheerful smile plastered across her face as usual.
"[color=DeepPink]Hi, I'm Jane. What exactly is your issue and how can I help?[/color]" Jane looked equally as pleased to see Isabella, which was a reaction that she was quite happy with. Isabella grabbed onto Jane's right hand, holding it gently in her palms.
"[color=MediumPurple]You're so beautiful! You will do just fine![/color]" Without so much as another word, Isabella spun on her heel and made her way back to Bullet; her hand still gripping Jane's. She was practically dragging her along and Bullet raised an eyebrow at the pair as they approached. He even found himself straightening up his posture to not seem too rude to Jane.

"[color=MediumPurple]Jane my dear girl, I'd like you to meet a close friend of mine; Bullet![/color]" Isabella released her grip on Jane's hand, gesturing towards Bullet with open arms.
"[color=FireBrick]'Sup.[/color]" Isabella frowned at his bluntness, but was too excited to really say anything.
"[color=MediumPurple]I'm Isabella, but that's not important. Bullet stand up, this is no way to greet your date for the King's Party![/color]" Proclaiming her intentions to the two of them, Bullet sat there for a few moments in order to process the absurd words that had just come out of his best friends mouth. When realisation struck him, his face went red as a tomato and he immediately rose from his seat in outrage.
"[color=Firebrick]What the?! What?! I... I don't... That's insane! What are you doing, Bella?![/color]" He was stumbling over his own words, his eyes darting from Isabella to Jane. He could barely even look at her for a second before averting his gaze to the ground. 

"[color=MediumPurple]My dear Bullet, are you implying that you do not wish to accompany this lovely lady to the dance? Why, I'm shocked![/color]"
"[color=FireBrick]That is exactly what I'm implying![/color]" Isabella gently patted Jane on the shoulder, ignoring Bullet's response as if he didn't even have a say in the matter.
"[color=MediumPurple]He really does come off as an unpleasant little gremlin, I know.[/color]" Bullet muttered something along the lines of 'bite me' in response to Isabella's little jab. "[color=MediumPurple]But I promise you he'll clean up nicely and be an upstanding gentleman for the evening.[/color]" By this point, Bullet was crouched on the floor with his back turned to the two. He plugged his own ears with his two index fingers, mumbling about how he refused to listen to this nonsense any further. Isabella rolled her eyes before staring at Jane, expecting to see her own excitement mirrored.