Ok so... problem number one: it's really, [i]really[/i] hard to win at [i]Heist![/i] when you're down a player. The field is HUGE. It has to be, because you wouldn't be testing any of the right skills if all the players could see each other the whole time. Single Princess, Double Queen was an impenetrable wall of defense that could pick apart other teams at will. But Single Princess, Single Queen? You're sending out an invitation to get mobbed from all sides. Double Queen would mean just sitting there and hoping to come in second, and we all know how Euphie will reward [i]that[/i]. 

"I think," Mittens says while very carefully holding Azora's hand, "We need to go full offense. Between the two of us we might be the most talented Princess players on the field. If we can steal down their treasures faster than they can get them back, we might be able to--"

"Um?" oh no, Azora is too close she's looming over her, Ourania in a wedding dress why is she so [i]tall[/i], "Excuse me? [i]Excuse[/i] me? Are you trying to tell [i]me[/i] how to play this stupid game?"

"I..." Mittens gulps nervously, "I'm j-just saying you're really good, so if we--"

"First the hag, and now you! I can't believe this!"

"Well I mean, I'm sorry but--"

"That's right you're sorry! And you'll be even sorrier when I tell daddy about this! Don't you go thinking that just because we're on a team together it means we're friends. I'm older than you, and that means I'm in charge, you got that?"

"Um, I don't think that--"

But no amount of protective hand holding could guard Mittens from being lifted off the ground by her shirt. She squeaks and flails about.

"You. Got. That?"

Nod nod nod! Ok ok, yes yes, you're in charge, tall and mighty Meowstress! Mittens squeaks again as she's dropped and falls right on her tail. She winces, rubs her butt, and tries to recover what's left of her dignity while Azora draws herself up and in charge or whatever. This is about having fun, remember Mittens? It's about having fun, and that includes her. It's fine, it's fine, don't hiss, don't bite her, AND STOP ACTING LIKE A CAT!

"Better!" Azora smirks, "Now, when daddy really wants a job done right, he sends me out to do it with Morgina at my side. She's broken or whatever now, so I guess this time you'll have to take her place!"

"You... wanna go Princess/Knight?" Mittens' ears press flat against her skull, "But that'll be so slow! [i]And[/i] we won't have anyone to guard our treasure. This is stupid! This is the stupidest plan I've ever heard!"

Mittens pops up off the ground, ready for a fight. Ready to defend herself, or get knocked back into that ditch alongside Adila I and just let this stupid jerk fend for herself! Solid Adila is the one she needs to connect with anyway, so... so... she draws up short. Mittens was ready for lots of things, but none of them were the sight of Azora Howl. Azora Howl! That terrifying witch who's been terrorizing her life and her dreams for the last several years... with a look on her face like she's about to start crying. 

Mittens wants to roll her eyes. She wants to laugh or walk away or... well anyway, can we blame this on leftover venom? Mittens, in her gorgeous suit, takes Azora by the hand again and drops to one knee, the way she's always imagined Helya doing in her dreams. 

"You win Princess," she says as she kisses the back of that hand, "I'll be your knight."

There's a moment of incredibly awkward silence. Was this, uh, right? Had she imagined the whole thing? Was she even-- eeeeeeep! Mittens gets yanked off of her feet around the stomach again and pulled into a possessive, crushing, dangling hug. 

"Oh kitten, I knew you'd see things my way!"

"This... hrrrrk! Isn't.... heeeerrrph! H-helpful!"

[Rolling damaged Courage: [s]6[/s], 1, 1: [b]1[/b]]