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ex_trustful547[ 1 ]
[If one were to search for Nia, where better to start looking than the pantry? Having cheerily decided that she was going to help her comrades along by being a makeshift chef whenever the situation calls the young girl is buried deep in thought, picking up food that doesn’t go together and would most likely taste foul when mixed together. Perhaps, for the sake of everyone who would think it would taste good, she should be stopped. Or encouraged.]
This looks good. I’m certain that everyone would like it.
[Or not. It’s a matter of opinion.]
[2]
[Your princess is in another mecha. Literally.
For some reason or other Nia has found herself in the clutches of hostile forces (as seems to be the standard for princesses nowadays, honestly). As opposed to shrieking or screaming or giving up as some delicate flowers may have done, Nia has adopted a rather stubborn attitude. Assuming that there’s some sort of communication link her voice should be playing in your ears.]
They will come for me. I’m sure of it.
[Fearlessly ignoring the repercussions she continues, her voice adopting a slightly harsher tone compared to usual.]
For they are fearless people. They may only be puny humans but they also have the biggest hearts!
[3]
[Perhaps there was a slight blip or a mistake that was enough to cause some trouble. Perhaps the whole mission was a huge disaster. Whatever it is there’s one princess by your side, her hands curled into fists and a slight furrow of her brows.]
You mustn’t allow this to get you down!
[Pep talk? Pep talk.]
[If one were to search for Nia, where better to start looking than the pantry? Having cheerily decided that she was going to help her comrades along by being a makeshift chef whenever the situation calls the young girl is buried deep in thought, picking up food that doesn’t go together and would most likely taste foul when mixed together. Perhaps, for the sake of everyone who would think it would taste good, she should be stopped. Or encouraged.]
This looks good. I’m certain that everyone would like it.
[Or not. It’s a matter of opinion.]
[2]
[Your princess is in another mecha. Literally.
For some reason or other Nia has found herself in the clutches of hostile forces (as seems to be the standard for princesses nowadays, honestly). As opposed to shrieking or screaming or giving up as some delicate flowers may have done, Nia has adopted a rather stubborn attitude. Assuming that there’s some sort of communication link her voice should be playing in your ears.]
They will come for me. I’m sure of it.
[Fearlessly ignoring the repercussions she continues, her voice adopting a slightly harsher tone compared to usual.]
For they are fearless people. They may only be puny humans but they also have the biggest hearts!
[3]
[Perhaps there was a slight blip or a mistake that was enough to cause some trouble. Perhaps the whole mission was a huge disaster. Whatever it is there’s one princess by your side, her hands curled into fists and a slight furrow of her brows.]
You mustn’t allow this to get you down!
[Pep talk? Pep talk.]
