onepassingnight | [004 ☿] The far-off past

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[004 ☿] The far-off past

Ami is easily recognizable, but changed. She wears an elegant but modest royal gown with the skirts spread demurely over her lap, and the sigil of planet Mercury shows plainly on her forehead in pale blue. Princess Mercury, Ami, sits by a fountain in the inner courtyard of a vast marble palace, all enclosed by a dome. Light music surrounds her as she idly plucks a gentle tune on a rich harp, smiling and contented. Water lilies rest on the surface of the shallow pool.

The ground her skirts brush is of a different texture. This is the Moon and not Earth; Earth hangs large and beckoning in the sky like a ball of blue crystal. The air, artificial, seems still and quiet. Yet for all that, it is still a beautiful place of graceful lines and symmetry. Despite the ancient-seeming architecture, high technology is evident from the door mechanisms to the strategically placed viewscreens that show glimpses of Earth and its flowered fields blown by true winds, to the dome itself.

Welcome to the Silver Millenium paradise of the Moon Kingdom.

(ooc: bad ending will be the war and end of this world/the past life; feel free to let me know if you want to go there or not.)

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Mercury! Hey, Mercury! Guess what I've got!

[Mercury...might want to make sure a certain apprentice of the shitennou isn't in the mood to play a few pranks on her dear friend. Especially since there seems to be a letter in her hand...

As for Whitlea herself, her appearance has changed. In the place of her usual outfit, she's wearing a dress looking more suited to combat, not that she does much of it, seeing as she uses her talents with youma instead.]

Eh? [Mercury's hands stop as she gives Whitlea her attention instead.]

Something for me? [She almost doesn't dare hope it's word from Earth. The two races aren't meant to mix, but that's been thrown by the wayside with the relationship between the prince and princess.]

Please, let me see it.

Here. [She hands it over, trying to cover the grin on her face.]

This is...

[She stares down at her lap. The color rises in her face. It's from him. Only rigid composure and self-control keep her from crying out in pain as her face breaks out in a terrible rash. She quickly covers her mouth, as if that can cover most of the horrible red.]

[...Oh, not again.]

Oh, Mercury! Sorry, sorry, sorry! Where is it, where is it, where is it, I swear I'll sic them on him once I get back...

[She's been set up, hasn't she? A part of her suspects that as she rises quickly from her seat. She can't bring herself to get rid of it, but she can't read it like this, either. Neither can she ask someone else to read something so private for her.

Well, done is done. The rash is already all over her face. She picks up the paper with a tiny wince, and reads.]

[It's all the shitennou's fault, she's just the messenger. Anyway, she's just...going to be over here, hiding.]

Wait! [Princess Mercury calls out to Whitlea before she can totally vanish.] I know this was not your fault. Please, do not hide.

[And here she peeks out from behind her hiding place, before stepping into full view, head bowed low.]

...Sorry.

[She beckons to a place beside her. It may be rather mortifying to appear before someone in this state, but it's too late for that anyway, now.]

You were only a messenger.

[The sender of the note himself couldn't have predicted this; though he was likely amusing himself by the thought of her reaction, her allergy is something kept very quiet.]

[She moves over beside Mercury, looking rather pensive. It seems as if there was another reason for her coming here besides delivering the letter.]

...So how are you?

[And apparently she'll avoid it for a long while.]

[She may be kinder like this, but she is still very much serious-minded.]

I've been well. Was there another message? [Or.. something?]

...Well, no, just wanted to stop by. He asked me if I could deliver that to you, though.

[And at the "he", her voice takes on a teasing tone.]

We can't see each other often. [She sounds reflective; she'd never let herself sound like the lonely girl it sometimes makes her feel like. She finds the way to rationalize it away immediately.]

So we can write like this, when we can't meet.

I suppose. [Kind of like someone she knows...except, well, he's missing, and she has no way of knowing where he is.] So, how's the princess?

She is well. [And, probably, looking for a way to sneak off to Earth with Whitlea when she goes back. Sigh. They have a busy life, keeping up with their Serenity.] She looks forward to the grand ball next week.

The grand ball? Oh, yeah! I almost forgot about that one. How are the preparations coming along for it?

[She doesn't mind Serenity, really. She just does not want the girl to hitch a ride with her whenever she comes to the Moon Kingdom just as she returns to Earth all the time.

Besides, how can you forget a grand ball?]

[Serenity would probably give up even the Ball for a chance to see Endymion. Which is really the problem.]

Everyone has been working very hard throughout the castle. It will be beautiful.

I bet it would. You're coming, right?

I would be remiss in my duties not to attend.

[A ball doesn't hold nearly the appeal for her; she's not the sort surrounded by lively voices and laughter. Instead, the Princess of Mercury is of regrettably high enough status to be plagued by men who'd like to use her as a step up for themselves.

It seems to be the only type who approaches her.

...Except for him.]

I will certainly be there.

As will I. Someone needs to be around for you in case something happens.

[Oh, Whitlea. If something happens, as a senshi, she should protect you. But her face lights with a smile at those simple words.]

I seem to be very fortunate.

[True, but she's got a way with youma, remember?]

Just tell me if you're in trouble, and I'll come help out, all right?

Thank you for that offer. [The harp is long since forgotten, and she gives it a brief look before walking over to set it back in its place.]

You're welcome. [She grins, a happy, kind grin.]

/saves the bad end for museboxing

Got it. :D

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