Plourr Estillo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fighting_mad) wrote2006-07-09 02:21 pm
fighting_mad) wrote2006-07-09 02:21 pm
[OOM] Eiattu - Palace Roof
Plourr likes this small section of the palace roof. It's quiet, for one thing, and it's flat which means that walking on it isn't too dangerous, but most importantly, she's never seen another soul up here. Solitude's getting hard to come by.
She slips off her shoes and makes her way past the glass of one of the Grand Hall's skylights, bare feet contrasting sharply with the formality of her clothes. She sets the shoes down and sits at the edge of the roof, letting her feet swing out into space. The courtyard is far, far below, but Plourr is a pilot; heights have never bothered her. She watches the capital city spread out before her. Her city. It's looking better; after nearly a month of work, it's becoming difficult to see signs of the fighting that had taken place. Most buildings have been rebuilt, the streets cleaned up, debris removed.
Still, Eiattu is not entirely healed. Plourr knows that.
She sits quietly, leaning back on her hands, and watches the sun set over the city and the jungle beyond.
She slips off her shoes and makes her way past the glass of one of the Grand Hall's skylights, bare feet contrasting sharply with the formality of her clothes. She sets the shoes down and sits at the edge of the roof, letting her feet swing out into space. The courtyard is far, far below, but Plourr is a pilot; heights have never bothered her. She watches the capital city spread out before her. Her city. It's looking better; after nearly a month of work, it's becoming difficult to see signs of the fighting that had taken place. Most buildings have been rebuilt, the streets cleaned up, debris removed.
Still, Eiattu is not entirely healed. Plourr knows that.
She sits quietly, leaning back on her hands, and watches the sun set over the city and the jungle beyond.
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"Good evening."
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Where is her blaster when she kriffing well needs it?!
The secretary bows a startled greeting, and then they're past him.
"I am going," Plourr says conversationally, "to kill you."
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Looking wounded. And then they're at her doors.
Along with several guards.
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Plourr is going to kill all of them.
"Are you wounded, Princess?" asks one of them.
"No," she says through gritted teeth. "Put me down, Rial."
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"Just a small accident. Will I see you tomorrow, Princess?"
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"And," she says after a half-second's hesitation, looking up at him, "we have a wedding ceremony to plan." She is acutely aware of their audience; might as well let the news get out (oh, and it will).
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"Of course, princess. Sweet dreams."
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Life is good.