Raineyday88
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Barbra's finger lightly trailed her glass as she listened to the others through around egregious accusations at each other. She sat in silence gathering information, much like she did at the parties she hosted.
The verbal jousting continued until finally someone turned their forked tongue to her. First, the Duke, with his inquiry of her trunk.
"So your concerned Idelle and I might be the murderer because we would not show you our unmentionables? Why would we? With how much you and Mal oogle over Idelle." She scoffed. "Oh yes, don't think I haven't noticed or overheard your lustings towards the illegitimate Princess.
The princess of perfume scoffed once more at the accusation.
"This attempt to blame me is as preposterous as Wey's pilots liscense." Barbra turned to Wey and looked at him with legitimate intrigue.
"I genuinely am curious how you passed your test with how frequently you end up landing your bombers on my land. I've a remote control toy plane I could let you borrow if you want to practice more. It looks like you could Use any assistance you can get. Do be careful of the grass next time you land on my house, Dear."
She turned away from Wey and focused her attention to Belinda.
"Speaking of careful." Barbra was on a roll and she was not giving up anytime soon. "Belinda, Darrrling. We've been speaking about weapons for a good majority of the night. Let's mention your lovely vibrosword as well. What was it you told me when I saw it last? It was the day you were being fitted for a dress. Such a lovely dress that was. "A woman can't be too careful" that's what you told me. Now I wholeheartedly agree, but why do you feel the need to ever so vigirously protect yourself? Do you live such a nefarious life that you must pack heat all of the time? Maybe Fae stumbled across one of your secrets and you had to "protect" yourself."
She smirked as she leaned back in her chair and lit a cigarra, the puffs of smoke encircled her as she waited for someone to throw another cockamamie allegation towards her.
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The verbal jousting continued until finally someone turned their forked tongue to her. First, the Duke, with his inquiry of her trunk.
"So your concerned Idelle and I might be the murderer because we would not show you our unmentionables? Why would we? With how much you and Mal oogle over Idelle." She scoffed. "Oh yes, don't think I haven't noticed or overheard your lustings towards the illegitimate Princess.
The princess of perfume scoffed once more at the accusation.
"This attempt to blame me is as preposterous as Wey's pilots liscense." Barbra turned to Wey and looked at him with legitimate intrigue.
"I genuinely am curious how you passed your test with how frequently you end up landing your bombers on my land. I've a remote control toy plane I could let you borrow if you want to practice more. It looks like you could Use any assistance you can get. Do be careful of the grass next time you land on my house, Dear."
She turned away from Wey and focused her attention to Belinda.
"Speaking of careful." Barbra was on a roll and she was not giving up anytime soon. "Belinda, Darrrling. We've been speaking about weapons for a good majority of the night. Let's mention your lovely vibrosword as well. What was it you told me when I saw it last? It was the day you were being fitted for a dress. Such a lovely dress that was. "A woman can't be too careful" that's what you told me. Now I wholeheartedly agree, but why do you feel the need to ever so vigirously protect yourself? Do you live such a nefarious life that you must pack heat all of the time? Maybe Fae stumbled across one of your secrets and you had to "protect" yourself."
She smirked as she leaned back in her chair and lit a cigarra, the puffs of smoke encircled her as she waited for someone to throw another cockamamie allegation towards her.
@Catalyst @Admiral Volshe @Cardun Vrek @Vaeluos Rilia @Darth Kain @DarthNoxia @Samwise @Slayer