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"From what I've seen about you...you might have been lucky." Aeron replied, crossing his arms. One thing was changing life, the other was despising her own kin. "Who knows. You might crack under pressure."
With that said, he walked to the back of the building, melting off of the chariot guy and leave him there, wondering what had happened. It would take it minutes to squish himself inside through an open window and find the so called kitchens. There, he would need to find someone who'd share their own body with him.
Thankfully, the kitchen bathrooms were somewhat soundproof. One waiter walked in, the pinkish dragon walked out. He could just blend in with the various vips and staff there. Though just why he went ahead and stayed there was kind of uncertain. Perhaps the other slimefolk wanted to have a conversation partner that isn't a narcisistic prince?
Post by Marceline Labelle on Jan 16, 2019 11:43:06 GMT
Marceline rolled her eyes at the comment about cracking under pressure. Even today she had a plan when her disguise had failed, and she’d managed to keep this act up for 6 straight years without anyone so much as assuming she was fake, even after the real Marceline had accused her of being one. Even with that potential lingering in peoples minds, no one had so much as questioned the possibility. “Tell you what. You focuse on living past the age of 10, and I’ll focus on maintaining my disguise, shall we?”
Watching the slime slither off, she was faintly glad to be done with him. She didn’t need an example of her old race judging her like that and she wasn’t too happy to encounter judgement even from fellow intelligents. Of course the Aigan technically seemed to be intelligent but when it needed to cling to someone else to survive what could it really be classified as if not a parasite?
With her aid coming back to his senses, clearly seeming to not be aware of what had gone on, she was somewhat relieved but put on her usual persona. “About time you came to your senses. Come. We need to park the chariot with the rest.”
With the chariot parked and her robe left behind, Marceline was left in her spare clothes, having explained to the driver she had changed just due to not wanting to be seen in the clothes they had crashed in. Walking up to the main hall she would find her father and be introduced to a few of his business partners attending the gathering.
What she didn’t expect was the pink hue mixing with the crowd. A briefly rushed ‘excuse me’ to one of the nobles she was conversing with had her dipping through the crowd, sliding up beside the pink dragon, as if he didn’t stand out enough already without the greenette trying to ‘discretely’ whisper to him.
“What exactly do you think you’re still doing here…?”
The Aigan turned over to the voice. Oh look who decided to approach him. "What? Am i not allowed to look around how sentient high society works? I hope you don't think you're the only one with the right of living among sentient creatures." Aeron replied, casually looking around the party with his arms folded on his chest and his long reptilian tail waving calmly left then right just behind him.
He didn't really need to eat nor drink human food, as he took all the nutrients he needed from his own host. Still, the place was quite stacked with all kinds of foods and drinks. Apparently these guys lived the good life and others just suffered. Man, humans are just despicable sometimes. Seeing how "Maceline" had grown up to be grossed out by her own kin, the Aigan could fighure out that not only these people were rather petty, but also incredibly judgemental.
Post by Marceline Labelle on Jan 21, 2019 8:12:33 GMT
“I’m not the only one with the right but I’m the only one of the two of us allowed to be here.” She hissed back, narrowing her eyes, her flesh form allowing her a lot more confidence than her slime state it seemed as she looked him dead in the eye rather than averting her gaze in the slightest. “You are both an unwelcome guest and kitchen staff in equal measure, you don’t have an invitation, and you have work to do that you’re currently impeding your host from performing, so unless I’m missing a beat here I suggest you leave.”
Her gaze was sharp and narrow, not about to let this creature out of her sight, given for all intense and purposes she could be the one to blame if he caused a scene. To try and play another angle, her lips turned into a slithering little smirk as she added. “Besides. You’re an Aigan surrounded by nobles…which of them do you think will be first to put you in a fish tank once they figure out what you are?~”
"You are threading on very thin ice, missy." The aigan replied as nothing ever happened. "I suggest you to not run your mouth. What I do here is not your concern."
With that said, the aigan simply walked into the multitude of people, curiously looking around, confirming or denying his own thoughts on the human race as he quietly observed the nobles doing their own thing. He wondered if it was fine to just waste all that good food like that. Most of them looked like entitled crybabies, considering other people would need to pamper them and their every need.
Post by Marceline Labelle on Jan 24, 2019 9:45:50 GMT
Marceline was more than a little stunned by how the creature just walked away from her into the fancy gathering...but. She was right. He wasn't invited, and he'd be removed from the premises sooner rather than later. To associate herself with him further would just cause bother for her family as rumors may spread that she had some relation to him. Fine Aeron. She appreciated you guiding her here but if you were going to get youself in trouble than so be it. You weren't her problem.
Rejoining her own family, she'd give the pink slime a final glance, before shrugging it off, engaging in a discussion about the latest fashion line with one of her cousins as her father discussed business with an associate.