Mistress Dizzy

Hopefully Sanctuary

Sorry about the wait. Just got a new job and I'm a little hectic.

I have no idea what they can do next. It might be because I've been so crazy lately but it's hard to think.

The Fight for Valeroma

So what's the status of this?

Young Justice

Location: Outside the submarine
Interactions: The Team

Kassy was outside the submarine in her full tailed form, gliding through the water with ease. She was both nervous about the mission, and utterly elated to be underwater again. Nothing compared to the sweet sensation of having the sea all around her. If the others happened to look outside from time to time, they would catch her twirling and spinning in the water, and occasionally snapping at errant fish. It was clear she was having a bit of fun before things got serious.

She had taken the time before they left to make sure everyone knew exactly how their suits worked. It would be deadly to have a mistake in the middle of the deep ocean. She had also charted an underwater course, from where they needed to retrieve Dr. Bingley, and where they needed to drop him off. There was still no word on his research, which meant she’d be asking when they met.

Instead of the specialized suits that the rest of the team had, she was wearing her regular costume. Her staff was prominently tied to her back, and her fishing knife at her side. A small waterproof earpiece kept her linked with the team inside the sub.

“Atlantis is wonderful! You’re going to love it, you all will! To be polite, greet everyone with a hearty “Hail!” It works no matter the time of day. What else – oh, when you meet the king and queen, you must salute like this and bow.” She had done it earlier when King Arthur had appeared on the screen, but she demonstrated again. One fist to the forehead and a deep bow. “Shaking hands is like this-” A tight grip on the forearm. “You will see many of us carrying small knives. They’re for food, so don’t be anxious about that.”

“Hmm... Oh! If you meet an Atlantean that looks a little more like me, with the tail, don’t touch the tail, even by accident. It’s kind of a personal thing.” That was all she could think of for now. “And Zach, you’re definitely asking the wrong person about charming merboys. I could never!”

She relaxed a bit then, sobering. “I really wonder why this is all hush-hush.”

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny listened to the instructions with full attention. She didn’t want to have to ask questions, having already realized that Mikron’s patience was thin. “Alright, got it.” While she did not have her own video games at home, she did at least understand the controls easily.

Tucking her braid inside the back of her shirt, she took the controller in hand. “This is going to be awesome.” There was glee in her eyes and in her voice, and she missed the look on Mikron’s face as she hit the forward thrust. The jetpack lifted her into the air, and Jin’s grin widened. “Sweet.” Carefully, she took off, quickly lifting herself higher than her powers currently allowed. The view wasn’t breathtaking, exactly. Maybe if they had been outside. Currently all she could see were students and equipment. They seemed rather unbothered by the display, and aside from some upward glances, Jin was not getting much attention.

Jin spurred the jetpack forward, doing a few lazy circles around the training area, just to get a look at things from above. She never tired of flying. It still amazed her to see things from a higher perspective, to see the world from the eye of a bird. “Let’s see what this baby can do!” Her eyes glittered as she started to fly faster. A few twists of the controls made her do a spinning loop, like a biplane pilot showing off. Jin giggled and continued, making a twisting, turning and twirling.

Her flight pattern dropped suddenly, nearly 3 feet in one go. Jinny felt her breakfast nearly make a reappearance. She tried to level herself out, but found herself listing to one side, sinking at an alarming pace. “Uh… that can’t be good.” She clicked at the controls, trying to get higher again. The jetpack did not respond.

“Fuck.”

Picking up speed, Jin was approaching a drop level that would be painful when she hit the ground. “Come on, come on, you stupid machine!” Jin was trying to mitigate the drop speed by pushing upward with her own power, but the weight on her back wasn’t making it easy. The ground approached at an alarming pace. “No, no, no – please don’t let me screw this up!” She absolutely knew that Mikron would not forgive her smashing his project to pieces on the ground.

As the ground approached, students pointed. They quickly abandoned the area that she was to land in. “Get outta the way!” Jinny warned anyway. She shut her eyes and prayed to whatever god would listen, then pressed the lift controls one last time.

The jetpack jerked once then soared upward, finally. She skirted just a few feet short of hitting the ground, and started accelerating upward. Jin let out a shaking breath as she returned to the place where Mikron waited.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she released the harness and carefully extracted herself. Then she stormed over to Mikron. “What the fuck was that?! You’ve got some major kinks to work out of that thing!”

The Sahasian Alliance

“The sword?” Jin searched her mind for a suitable word in Prodzy, but she was coming up empty. Did the word not exist, or had she just forgotten? “Longsword.” She finally said in Astalian. Switching back to Prodzy, she approached Vyarin carefully. After all, he did have a blade in his hand that he didn’t know how to use. Sir Arnold had always beat it into their heads that an untrained novice was sometimes more dangerous than a trained professional. You had no idea what they could do.

“Please to excuse.” She gently gripped his hands and adjusted them on the hilt. “Better now.” As far as she had read, Prodzy had plenty of weapons. So why was this one so curious to him? She would have to get with her sisters and ask them to translate better.

Speaking of sisters –

“Ah, wait! The Court of Flowers is waiting on us!” She looked down at herself. There was a bit of a mess on the very edges of her gown, but there was no time to change into another. Sighing softly and trying to rearrange her hair, she nodded to Vyarin.

Briefly in Prodzy, she explained. “Come, follow!” Then she headed back inside, making sure Vyarin was somewhat behind her. With her short legs and his long ones, he could easily catch up. She led the way to the Court of Flowers, and paused once more before entering the area proper. There were going to be looks, she knew. But if they were to be her new brothers, and one a husband, they’d find out eventually. Best to discuss her proclivities on her own terms.

Striding in with squared shoulders, Jin smiled warmly at all present. “Sorry I’m late. But I found one lost prince!” Seeing wine glasses already tabled (and some empty), she picked one up and took a sip. It was stronger than any they’d let her have before. Only a few years ago, they had been watering down her wine with meals. Was she suddenly such an adult now?

Seeing Sulhana with that mischievous cat look on her face, and Annalise nearby, she went to Loreena instead. “Hi Lore. Having fun yet?” She curtsied briefly to Uriah as well. He wasn’t royal, but his status garnered a lot of respect in her eyes.

“I got… a little sidetracked. Do you think it’ll be too noticeable?”

The Sahasian Alliance

At footsteps, Jinayah grumbled very faintly. She had her back turned and was still midswing, thinking it was one of her sisters coming to collect her. “Yes, I’m going to the party in just a moment, let me finish this.” Of course she had said that to herself nearly 20 minutes back, and again at 10 minutes. But the voice that spoke out was definitely none of her sisters, neither was it her father or any of the other knights she knew by name.

Ever so slowly, she turned around, finally seeing Prince Vyarin darkening the doorway. “Ah.” Carefully, she sheathed the practice blade and stared just a bit at him. What to say? She imagined he had a thousand questions, the first of which was likely why a woman was allowed a blade in the first place.

“He- hello Prince Vyarin.” She dipped a low curtsy, the tip of the scabbard at her back nearly brushing the ground. “Er, I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing out here instead of at the party.” Was she imagining that shocked gaze? He looked so blank she wasn’t sure what to do. “M-my father has permitted me the use of the sword since I was of age to start squire training. If you wish to know what was behind that decision, please feel free to ask him.” The sword, despite it not being hers, gave her courage. Her carefully coifed hair was in disarray, and there was dust on the edges of her pink gown. But she was still of the royal family and would command herself as such. “If you wish to know why I wanted to learn anyway, well, look around you. The Empire creeps insidious into our back rooms, taking what they will from our people. I will not sit by and do needlepoint while my world is taken from me. I have no kingdom to inherit, no magic, no spies. By Gods, if all I have is a blade and my body, that will be enough.”

“Father may see me as a piece on a board and that’s just fine. But I aim to be the Steel Dragoon, if I’m to be a piece at all.” In the game of war, the Steel Dragoon was a most sought after piece to get onto the board. It could capture and remove adjacent pieces, sometimes drastically changing the flow of the game in its wake.

“No man, not even you, will keep me from this ambition.” Her piece said, she waited with head held high for the outrage. Instead, she just found confusion on the Prince’s face. Only then did she remember the translator from earlier.

“Oh no. You didn’t understand a word of that, did you?” She smiled in a truly embarrassed way and shook her head, her cheeks burning. What to say now? Slowly, she put the sword back in the rack with its brothers, and took a moment to collect herself.

“Good evening, Prince Vyarin.” She said in careful Prodzy. She had practiced these phrases for a solid month, but they were slipping from her mind as she spoke. “It is… an evening of beauty, no? What is your… preference - no, purpose! What is your purpose?”

Young Justice

Location: Mission Briefing room
Interactions: Aquaman, the team

Kassy startled a bit as her king appeared on the mission screen. She had been expecting the broody Batman. She stood up and curtsied deep, as protocol devised. “My King, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” But her head jerked up when Red Tornado said she was to lead. Yes, they were going to Atlantis. Her heart was happy about that. The sudden fear, however, almost outweighed her joy. But he was her king, she couldn’t very well argue with his command.

“Y-yes, my King, if you find me worthy, then I’ll lead.” When had she started sweating?

Once Aquaman was off the screen, and the rest of their mission explained, she exhaled in a shudder. “Me, lead? Oh, this will go well, I’m sure.” The mission seemed simple enough, but her mind was so full of things that could go wrong. Shark attack, suit failure, getting lost in the depths of the ocean, a full on mutiny from the team…

Speaking of that, would the others even want to listen to her? They were friends, but she was not used to being in charge. The girls would probably be fine with it. Ja had gotten strange again, since the mission at the circus, but she hoped he wouldn’t be an issue. No, the two she really had to worry about were Zach and his complaining, and Viktor with his natural ease of leadership. He could take over without her even noticing it was happening.

Her knees trembled, and she started to breathe more deeply to compensate. It would be good to go back to the palace, right? She could show her friends around after their mission was completed. Yes, if she just focused on the good things to come, she could ignore the rest. Maybe.

“If anyone needs me, I will be in my room preparing.” She pulled up an ocean chart on her phone and started charting a course.

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani let out an exhale of sheer relief when she noticed her Master was unharmed. She shut her saber off finally, rubbing a wrist that was starting to become sore. “You’re alright, Master. I’m so glad.” She paused, seeing the stormtrooper count at his feet. “Uh. And evidently had no need of my help at all. Good to know.”

With that settled, she spun to face Adam. “I don’t know how you knew to be here, but it’s very good to see you. Very good indeed.” Her voice was measured. Calm. Even her words had been carefully chosen. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him – as if he would up and disappear like fog. There was something just underneath the gold of her eyes. Was it fear, or hope?

“Right, where are my manners. Introductions.” She stepped out of the way between the two men. “Adam Skywalker, Prince Eskel of Naboo. Prince Eskel, Adam Skywalker of Tattooine. Gentlemen, you are officially acquainted. Now we need to figure out how to get out of this mess.”

Hopefully Sanctuary

"Good morning Roxy!" Devika said cheerily after clearing her mouth of breakfast. She looked bright eyed and bushy tailed, whatever that meant, and had slept like a child last night. That meant plenty of energy for her. She was good enough that she wasn't affecting others, but one could practically see the glimmer in her eyes.

"Good morning young lady." Tim said cheerfully. "Devika said you're somewhat like my wife, which means that the black coffee is on the pot over there. Take your time waking up, we're not in any hurry. There's still eggs and bacon if you would like."

Mara made a noncommittal noise from the dining room, her hands wrapped around a mug of black coffee.

The Sahasian Alliance

Jinayah stood politely in the great hall, waiting for the ceremony to be over. It may have looked like she was bored on the outside, but inside, she was having quite the panic. She had yet to speak a word to the foreign princes. Gifts! Why hadn’t she thought of that? Then again, it’s not like she was one to win over people with fancy presents. Her preferred method of making friends was finding common ground and matching over that. So what if said common ground had been arguments over the best swordsmith and one actual duel over the reputation of the best bowyer in the business?

What was she going to do? For the first time in her life, Jin felt afraid of who she was. Forget falling in love; that fairy-tale nonsense was bound to be impossible. What if none of these men would simply put up with her? What if her natural inclination just scared them off? Then her father would be down one crucial alliance, and there could be an easy weakness against the growing threat of the empire! She had more or less accepted her fate as one of her father’s “pieces on the board”. But now she was rethinking things. What if everything was ruined? Because of her? AGAIN?

The ceremony ended at some point and people began to drift away. She also left in a distracted manner, her feet moving on their own, and her head adrift in thought.

It was no hidden secret in her heart that she felt responsible for her mother’s death. Her siblings had treated her a bit differently in their early years. Sulhana’s cutting remarks had lasted the longest. Unfortunately, some of them had been memorized in the corner of her mind, and burned like a fresh cut. Her father, gods bless him, had done his best to connect with her. But to look at your child and to only see the face of the one you loved, gone because of that same child… It was no wonder they never spoke anymore. She understood it plain – her birth and Mother’s death had put them on this path. Maybe if Mother had been alive, there would have been a different solution to alliances. The four of them wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe if she had never been born at all –

Jin took in a sharp breath, feeling her eyes swim. Suddenly, she just felt so out of place. Her chest seemed to buckle in on itself. The candles in the hall seemed to swirl around her, the very stone closing in. She struggled to breathe. Outside, she had to get outside. Luckily, she was nothing if not fast, and her strong legs carried her to the nearest exit past the Court of Flowers.

It seemed she was right back where she had started, in the training yard. In her ballgown and regalia, she probably looked absolutely ridiculous. She strode to the shed where the training blades were kept, feeling her chest start to loosen the moment she laid hands on the sword set aside for her. Familiar steps drew her into the sword dance, and she quickly lost herself in the motions. She would go the party, and soon, but first she had to calm down, her own way.