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So You've Become a Villainess: an (Otome) Isekai Raising Project

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FourthWall said:
"Acceptable," Justine says, rubbing her chin. "Once they have completed their education and become fill fledged adults, they should be tempered enough. Is that acceptable?"
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"full"

Eh, anyone can fight to one degree or another. The fortunes of battle are fickle, and even the best of warriors could be laid low by a lucky hit. Life is a marathon and not a sprint, and that means the real achievement is sustaining the fighting spirit over time. This is where we should make our stand, a challenge of sustainance!

[x] Your eating skills

A Duel of the Cakes! No less dramatic than that of the Fates, but a lot more enjoyable. What says you, princeling?
 
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You restrain yourself enough to eat your other slice of pie like a woodchuck as your mother takes the center of the room. Her dress is the brilliant red and dazzling gold of the Claudius house colors, lain atop an unadorned gossamer toga that's almost translucent. Her lean muscle and statuesque figure beckon strength and beauty, as the ovedress, done in the style of a military greatest, cloak her in authority. Epaullettes the color of wrought iron adorn crisply creased suit-cut shoulders. Half-petticoats, the same color of her toga, flare underneath the tails of her overdress down to her feet. From the side, she looks like she's striding on clouds.
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So I get the vibe of a Roman toga in the female fashion ala



For a sheer underlayer with. I can guess at the red and gold dress. By half petticoats I assume they fluff out the bottom of the dress enough to make it floaty?
 
I wonder why more people lean towards athletic rather than combat skills. Given that the same statistics are responsible for this, combat skills are probably much more approved by the nobility. Especially for Grace, whose mother is so powerful because of things related to the battle. After all, the main thing she needs to do here is to impress the public.
 
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So I get the vibe of a Roman toga in the female fashion ala



For a sheer underlayer with. I can guess at the red and gold dress. By half petticoats I assume they fluff out the bottom of the dress enough to make it floaty?
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Yep, and the petticoats/dress train are cut showgirl skirt style.

Eternal_0bserver said:
I wonder why more people lean towards athletic rather than combat skills. Given that the same statistics are responsible for this, combat skills are probably much more approved by the nobility. Especially for Grace, whose mother is so powerful because of things related to the battle. After all, the main thing she needs to do here is to impress the public.
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Yeah, but the sentiment seems that flexing combat skills miiiiight put you closer to getting Kill Billed like canon!Grace. :V

I'll be closing the vote tomorrow so get your last licks in everybody.
 
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E: So, so close to reaching friendship through violence. :V
 
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Before I start writing this next bit, somebody roll 2d6 to decide which physical competition our little monke will need to do.
 
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Hand in Glove, Foot in Mouth
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    ***​

    You walk to the middle of the podium, all eyes on you. You feel small, smaller than your current body. If you were any more Emo, you might have had a panic attack. The panopticon of fantasy nobility is unlike any away team crowd you've ever faced.

    <Sporty>: "An away match is an away match, even if we're way, way away."

    Your Sporty side gives you a mental slap on the back, firing you up. With a mental whoop and a tiny fistpump, you face the audience with all the swagger you can muster.

    "Though I may not be a grown-up, my athletic abilities are an equal to any man! I propose that the Prince and I compete in an athletic exhibition!"

    You notice both Bridgette and Prince Alteisen shrug and shake their heads in a "yeah I figured" sort of way. Justine gives you an amused look. Chiaki watches you intently.

    "What say you, Prince Alteisen?" You say with a cheeky monkey grin. "Do you accept, or would sir Prince prefer a more refined sort of competition?"

    Prince Alteisen slicks back his hair and gives you a Mona Lisa smile back. "It would bring shame on both our houses if I did not meet you on your terms, Fist Princess."

    <Flashy> "A little backhanded, but honeyed words all the same, dahling."

    You stand your ground against him, arms akimbo. Outside of the whole "killing you when you're teenagers" thing, there's a dangerous aura to him. You can tell that behind those rosy cheeks and bright eyes is a mind analysing your every weakness.

    Even more than Lucciano, this boy is a potential landmine.

    He steps forward, getting within an eyelash of punching distance, and stands at artfully flippant attention. It looks like he's modeling his pristine military uniform for you.

    <Sensible> "I can't tell if he's baiting us or naturally this..."

    <Artsy> "Performative?"

    <Sensible> "I was thinking douchey, but that works too."

    Justine motions to the both of you. "What are the terms of your competition?"

    Prince Alteisen turns to gracefully bow before Justine. "Our garden has an excellent hedge maze. If I may, I would propose a race between myself and your charming daughter."

    Justine hmmphs, the edge of her mouth curling into a smile. "...Let us see if your muscles are as well-trained as your manners, boy." She looks to you. "And what say you, Grace?"

    ***
    Making your case, Formidable Flashy check (DC 13)
    5,6 +4 = 15
    Check success! Flashy +1, Stress -1!
    ***​

    You see Justine wait for your answer with the gentlest face she's made. Even someone like you can tell she appreciates you taking the initiative without making a scene. A seed of Claudius pride takes root in your heart, making you feel like a lion.

    You clear your throat and match Prince Alteisen's aloof gaze with one full of determination. He flinches imperceptibly, his rosy cheeks getting rosier.

    "While I would love to take a tour through your garden, sir Prince, wouldn't it be hard for these fair people to see our potential with their own eyes if we were to race through it?" The crowd murmurs with something like assent.

    "We have viewing mirrors and seats for guests around the maze," Prince Alteisen says with a sweeping gesture around the room. "They will not lack for sight."

    You blink and think of what to say next.

    <Flashy> "Just push through, dahling. Don't give them time to process your faux pas."

    You giggle. "Fair, but with this sumptuous spread, who would want to leave the chamber?" You wipe a little drool from the side of your mouth. "And this is a perfect place to compete in my kind of exhibition."

    "Which would be?"

    You thrust a fist into the sky. "Wrestling! Arm wrestling or regular wrestling, your choice!"

    Justine nods, then addresses Lord Alteisen. "A suitable contest for our martially inclined houses, no?"

    Lord Alteisen strokes his beard and hrms.

    The same kind of boyish shock you saw on Camille pushes past Prince Alteisen's blasé mask. "Wrestling a...person of your stature would be rather uncouth, would it not?"

    "What's uncouth about it?" you ask.

    You look around the cavernous room as the murmurs reach a crescendo. Chiaki is hiding laughter, Bridgette is blushing deeply. You see Lily, hiding behind a column, wide-eyed and scribbling something on a notepad you didn't know she had.

    You don't get why they're acting so weird. Wrestling to get what you wanted was pretty standard behavior between you and your cousins at this age. They used to call you the Excellence of Energy, among other, less kind things. But hey, it's not your fault you racked up a Goldbergian win streak.

    At least the murmurs are mostly positive, you think.

    Prince Alteisen takes a deep breath. "Despite your house's...unfettered ideas of what it entails, it would behoove you to act more like a proper girl. Which means you should save yourself from unnecessary bodily contact with boys."

    You snerk.

    Lord Alteisen nods.

    Justine's face goes hard.

    Bridgette bangs her fist against the table, but says nothing. Her father gives her a stern look, a heavy frown etching furrows in his face.

    Prince Alteisen gives her a sad look of succor.

    You give Bridgette a knowing look, clench your fists, and call Prince Alteisen out. "Hey! I'm free to show my mettle in any way I want! There's nothing improper about professional wrestling, or girls not wanting to be all girly!" You point at him like a Phoenix Wright OBJECTION. "If you have another idea, that's fine, but I won't let you step on my or your sister's pride as girls on this stage!"

    There's a throaty roar from a section of nobles behind Justine, all wearing outfits molded in her image. A smaller contingent of nobles around Lord Alteisen show open disdain behind lordly politeness.

    Lily is still behind her column, smiling with fanged glee. She's bouncing on her toes as the physicker makes for the exit behind her.

    "I did not mean to offend," Prince Alteisen says, eyes wet with embarrassment. His stance turns inward, hurt. "If you do not fear contact, I propose we show our skills cooperatively, not competitively." He steels himself and offers you a tremblimg, gloved hand. "Shall we dance, Young Lady Claudius?"

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    [What do you do?]
    [ ] Accept
    [ ] Say you would prefer to wrestle
    [ ] Say you would prefer to arm-wrestle
    [ ] Say you'll take him up on the maze race instead
    [ ] Punch him in the face

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    NAME
    Kid A Grace Claudius, Age 12

    AVATAR GRADES
    Brainy: Average (+3)
    Artsy: Average (+3)
    Flashy: Good (+4)
    Sporty: Good (+4)
    Sensible: Good (+4)

    ACTUALIZATION SCORES
    BRN 46 ART 42 FLA 57 SPO 93 SEN 53
    STRESS 38

    DESTRUDO LEVEL
    Normal

    PRE-CAPTURE ROUTES
    Camille Asuka
    Bridgette Alteisen
    NEW! Lily Valentine
     
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    [ ] Accept

    Might be a way to show we can cooperate, and throw people's expectations off a bit.
     
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