Starmine Starbow
Do you want a wish?
- Location
- Milky Way Galaxy
- Pronouns
- Femhon/Boymoder
[X] Say you would prefer to wrestle
CHICKEN
CHICKEN
So You've Become a Villainess: an (Otome) Isekai Raising Project
- Thread starter FourthWall
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
Actually if we dance what skillset comes into play? Athleticism?
FourthWall
May The Sun Never Blind Your Eyes
- Location
- Chiraq
Athleticism, grace, and poise. Alty-boy is upholding the letter of the challenge while playing around with the spirit.
- Location
- PA
Oookay, Alfy-boy is giving me weird vibes in all honesty.
He wants the fight then refuses wrestling. A race through a maze then a dance…Well, he says he wants to meet us on our terms then nitpicks our choices?
Sus!
But eh, he turned down the grapple, but we can do dancing, I think, unless Prince funny boy here does further weirdness like try and whispering subtle enchantments or deciding now would be a great time to have two left feet.
He wants the fight then refuses wrestling. A race through a maze then a dance…Well, he says he wants to meet us on our terms then nitpicks our choices?
Sus!
But eh, he turned down the grapple, but we can do dancing, I think, unless Prince funny boy here does further weirdness like try and whispering subtle enchantments or deciding now would be a great time to have two left feet.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
"fist"? "head"?
[x] Punch him in the face
Skip the foreplay, we all know how it ends.
Last edited:
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Accept
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Accept
What happened here?
[jk] Punch him in the face
It's the obvious choice!
FourthWall
May The Sun Never Blind Your Eyes
- Location
- Chiraq
See here:
(I wrote this bit on my phone late at night and my finger missed the 7)
That's what I want to know.
FourthWall
May The Sun Never Blind Your Eyes
- Location
- Chiraq
Your Sporty's good enough that anything athletic is no problem, and your Flashy is good enough you'll probably look stylish doing it. Grace was trained in courtly dances and Kid A has cosplayed Oscar from Rose of Versailles enough to know how to cut a rug.
Kid A is more of a mosh-pit kinda girl though
Kid A is more of a mosh-pit kinda girl though
Personally my reasoning about everything I vote when around that dude is to try to avoid alienating him because that's responsible for bad ends.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] Punch him in the face
Establish dominance. Then T-pose.
[X] Accept
Or just dance with the kid, that's cute too.
Establish dominance. Then T-pose.
[X] Accept
Or just dance with the kid, that's cute too.
I'm not at all endorsing punching him in the face, but I am voting for it. If it wins then it wins. Otherwise, we dance!
[X] Punch him in the face
[X] Punch him in the face
Eternal_0bserver
(Unverified Bookworm)
- Location
- Earth, Northern Europe
[X] Say you would prefer to wrestle
[X] Punch him in the face
No compromise! At least one person needs to enjoy what's happening, and Grace is not one to give in easily.
[X] Punch him in the face
No compromise! At least one person needs to enjoy what's happening, and Grace is not one to give in easily.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Say you would prefer to wrestle
[X] Punch him in the face
[X] Punch him in the face
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[X] Accept
FourthWall
May The Sun Never Blind Your Eyes
- Location
- Chiraq
Oh shit I haven't written the next bit. Voting time is now over /SaltyBet announcer
Post in 24 hours
Post in 24 hours
Dance Dance Revolutionary Girl
FourthWall
May The Sun Never Blind Your Eyes
- Location
- Chiraq
Okay more like 36 hours
You ball your tiny fists and firmly plant your feet. A part of you, a very loud part, wants to punch this guy in the face. He killed you, or at least the character you currently are. If you strike first, chances are you strike last.
...But you can see a sad earnestness in his foxlike eyes.
You hate to admit it, you don't want to admit it, but it reminds you ever so slightly of Chiaki when you met her. Anyone who reminds you of Chiaki can't be all bad.
So you unclench your fist and take Prince Alteisen's hand.
His eyes and mouth widen with an innocent glee befitting his age, before falling back into that practiced blasé half-lidded half smile. He pulls you close, taking the lead position for a waltz.
"Thank you for not caving my nose in, Fist Princess" he whispers in your ear. "I could feel your killing intent."
Your hair roils in its bun at the closeness of a stranger.
"Don't be a creep and I won't have to turn this to a ballroom blitz," you whisper back.
A stately waltz you recognize as the CG Gallery theme from Our Bloody Valentine begins to play. Prince Alteisen gently leads you through its slow-quick-quick pace. You're more used to leading the dance, but you follow just as well. The ballroom glides past you, the panopticon's gaze is gentle now. You can feel this is appeasing the crowd, both pro- and anti-Justine.
"Don't misunderstand me," Prince Alteisen says, his face serious. "I truly wanted to dance with you."
"Afraid to express yourself with your fists?" you half-tease.
"Any result but a draw would have been a stain on our respective houses," he says.
<Sensible> "...So a stain on his house."
<Sporty> "Glad you've come around to believing in us, Sense."
<Sensible> "I always believed in us! I just also believe in us getting into trouble is all."
You snort. "Worried I was gonna kick your butt?"
"Yes, actually," he says.
"Whoa." You didn't think he'd be that honest with you.
"To lose in front of my father and his supporters would be catastrophic. I would no longer be seen as a man."
You sweep him around, snatching the lead from him. "You'd probably make a cute girl."
He blushes, pouts, and forces himself upright. With surprisingly strong arms, he dips you down. "Why bother becoming one when I could simply enjoy the presence of one?"
A stray lock of his blond hair kisses your forehead. You wrestle the urge to Glasgow Kiss him back.
He leans in as if to kiss you, your body tenses up. You're a split-second from kneeing him in the balls before he whispers in your ear. "I wish to learn to mix beauty and strength as you do. If a woman can have both, why not a man?"
<Sporty> "If we jigokuguruma throw him here, he'll probably be okay."
<Brainy> "The only beauty is in knowledge, fool."
<Flashy> "If the boy wants to be strong and fabulous, we should show him that battle manga with the fashion poses and musical references, dahlings."
<Artsy> "Nothing worse than self-expression curtailed, no? I think we should help him bare his soul to the world!"
<Sensible> *cracks open a beer* "Talk among yourselves."
[Dialogue Point! How do you respond to the Prince?]
[ ] That's weird. You're weird.
[ ] Who said guys can't be strong and beautiful? Strong IS beautiful!
[ ] I'd be happy to help, but you coulda just asked normally y'know?
[ ] Write-in
Prince Alteisen lifts you up in a figure-skater spin, causing your dress train to puff out like a parasol. The swell of the music and the rush of the wind is awakening something in you. This dance is scratching a pretty princess itch you didn't know you had. Usually you played the prince to other girls (and some guys), but getting spun about by a no-spit prince hits different.
You're still not really sold on the Prince, but you're enjoying this a whole lot. You're feeling more amiable to him despite yourself.
The music dies down and the dance comes to an end. The Prince is blushing lightly and his half-smirk has turned into a genuine smile. He kneels before you and softly kisses the back of your hand. You blush back and ruffle his hair with your free hand.
You notice Bridgette isn't sitting by Lord Alteisen anymore.
Prince Alteisen's eyes go wide with shock once he processes what you've done. "My hair!" He desperately goes to fix it, but you place your hand atop his.
You give him a cheeky smile. "You look better like this, I think."
Undoing your bun, you let your own wild hair fall loose and free. It's long enough now to lightly kiss the floor. Your hair gently envelops the Prince for your next words, whispered into his ear as payback for earlier. "Besides, you wanted to be more like me, right?"
He looks back at you with awe and confusion. You giggle and flick his nose, drawing a properly childish pout from him.
After he finishes sulking, he gives you a very Bridgette-like grin. "...You cheeky monkey." He pokes your nose back. "I can see why my little sister is so enamored with you."
You rub your nose and smile as you scan the crowd for Bridgette. "I dunno why, it just kinda happens." Your smile turns cheeky again. "Hey, isn't dancing all close doing a lot of touching with a girl?"
"...Ah." Realization dawns on Prince Alteisen like a morning hangover. He scrambles out of your hair and readjusts his regal bearing.
You pull your massive hair back into a high ponytail, cinching it tight with a strand of itself. You meet Lord Alteisen's dour gaze with a small, fierce smile. "Was that a sufficient show of our mettle?"
Lord Alteisen strokes his gunmetal beard, the crags of his weathered face thrown into relief with thought. He nods once. "Acceptable, if unfeminine from you. You did as well as expected of the Crimson She-wolf's pup."
Your eye twitches at this insult to Justine and your femininity, but you curtsy how Chiaki taught you. "Thank you for your appraisal, Lord Alteisen." You take your petticoats and spin, sneakily flipping Lord Alteisen the bird from behind as you turn to Justine.
She gives you a small, fierce smile and hugs you. The warmth of a job well done suffuses you.
<Sensible> "Well that went better than expected."
You hear a little jingle in your head.
<Sensible> "...I shouldn't have said that."
[What Do You Do?]
[ ] Go look for Bridgette
[ ] Reconvene with Chiaki
[ ] Hang around Justine some more
[ ] Go figure out what Lily was writing about
***
You ball your tiny fists and firmly plant your feet. A part of you, a very loud part, wants to punch this guy in the face. He killed you, or at least the character you currently are. If you strike first, chances are you strike last.
...But you can see a sad earnestness in his foxlike eyes.
You hate to admit it, you don't want to admit it, but it reminds you ever so slightly of Chiaki when you met her. Anyone who reminds you of Chiaki can't be all bad.
So you unclench your fist and take Prince Alteisen's hand.
His eyes and mouth widen with an innocent glee befitting his age, before falling back into that practiced blasé half-lidded half smile. He pulls you close, taking the lead position for a waltz.
"Thank you for not caving my nose in, Fist Princess" he whispers in your ear. "I could feel your killing intent."
Your hair roils in its bun at the closeness of a stranger.
"Don't be a creep and I won't have to turn this to a ballroom blitz," you whisper back.
A stately waltz you recognize as the CG Gallery theme from Our Bloody Valentine begins to play. Prince Alteisen gently leads you through its slow-quick-quick pace. You're more used to leading the dance, but you follow just as well. The ballroom glides past you, the panopticon's gaze is gentle now. You can feel this is appeasing the crowd, both pro- and anti-Justine.
"Don't misunderstand me," Prince Alteisen says, his face serious. "I truly wanted to dance with you."
"Afraid to express yourself with your fists?" you half-tease.
"Any result but a draw would have been a stain on our respective houses," he says.
<Sensible> "...So a stain on his house."
<Sporty> "Glad you've come around to believing in us, Sense."
<Sensible> "I always believed in us! I just also believe in us getting into trouble is all."
You snort. "Worried I was gonna kick your butt?"
"Yes, actually," he says.
"Whoa." You didn't think he'd be that honest with you.
"To lose in front of my father and his supporters would be catastrophic. I would no longer be seen as a man."
You sweep him around, snatching the lead from him. "You'd probably make a cute girl."
He blushes, pouts, and forces himself upright. With surprisingly strong arms, he dips you down. "Why bother becoming one when I could simply enjoy the presence of one?"
A stray lock of his blond hair kisses your forehead. You wrestle the urge to Glasgow Kiss him back.
He leans in as if to kiss you, your body tenses up. You're a split-second from kneeing him in the balls before he whispers in your ear. "I wish to learn to mix beauty and strength as you do. If a woman can have both, why not a man?"
<Sporty> "If we jigokuguruma throw him here, he'll probably be okay."
<Brainy> "The only beauty is in knowledge, fool."
<Flashy> "If the boy wants to be strong and fabulous, we should show him that battle manga with the fashion poses and musical references, dahlings."
<Artsy> "Nothing worse than self-expression curtailed, no? I think we should help him bare his soul to the world!"
<Sensible> *cracks open a beer* "Talk among yourselves."
***
[Dialogue Point! How do you respond to the Prince?]
[ ] That's weird. You're weird.
[ ] Who said guys can't be strong and beautiful? Strong IS beautiful!
[ ] I'd be happy to help, but you coulda just asked normally y'know?
[ ] Write-in
***
Prince Alteisen lifts you up in a figure-skater spin, causing your dress train to puff out like a parasol. The swell of the music and the rush of the wind is awakening something in you. This dance is scratching a pretty princess itch you didn't know you had. Usually you played the prince to other girls (and some guys), but getting spun about by a no-spit prince hits different.
You're still not really sold on the Prince, but you're enjoying this a whole lot. You're feeling more amiable to him despite yourself.
The music dies down and the dance comes to an end. The Prince is blushing lightly and his half-smirk has turned into a genuine smile. He kneels before you and softly kisses the back of your hand. You blush back and ruffle his hair with your free hand.
You notice Bridgette isn't sitting by Lord Alteisen anymore.
Prince Alteisen's eyes go wide with shock once he processes what you've done. "My hair!" He desperately goes to fix it, but you place your hand atop his.
You give him a cheeky smile. "You look better like this, I think."
Undoing your bun, you let your own wild hair fall loose and free. It's long enough now to lightly kiss the floor. Your hair gently envelops the Prince for your next words, whispered into his ear as payback for earlier. "Besides, you wanted to be more like me, right?"
He looks back at you with awe and confusion. You giggle and flick his nose, drawing a properly childish pout from him.
After he finishes sulking, he gives you a very Bridgette-like grin. "...You cheeky monkey." He pokes your nose back. "I can see why my little sister is so enamored with you."
You rub your nose and smile as you scan the crowd for Bridgette. "I dunno why, it just kinda happens." Your smile turns cheeky again. "Hey, isn't dancing all close doing a lot of touching with a girl?"
"...Ah." Realization dawns on Prince Alteisen like a morning hangover. He scrambles out of your hair and readjusts his regal bearing.
You pull your massive hair back into a high ponytail, cinching it tight with a strand of itself. You meet Lord Alteisen's dour gaze with a small, fierce smile. "Was that a sufficient show of our mettle?"
Lord Alteisen strokes his gunmetal beard, the crags of his weathered face thrown into relief with thought. He nods once. "Acceptable, if unfeminine from you. You did as well as expected of the Crimson She-wolf's pup."
Your eye twitches at this insult to Justine and your femininity, but you curtsy how Chiaki taught you. "Thank you for your appraisal, Lord Alteisen." You take your petticoats and spin, sneakily flipping Lord Alteisen the bird from behind as you turn to Justine.
She gives you a small, fierce smile and hugs you. The warmth of a job well done suffuses you.
<Sensible> "Well that went better than expected."
You hear a little jingle in your head.
***
Prince Alteisen Relationship Up! Pre-capture route unlocked.
***
Prince Alteisen Relationship Up! Pre-capture route unlocked.
***
<Sensible> "...I shouldn't have said that."
***
[What Do You Do?]
[ ] Go look for Bridgette
[ ] Reconvene with Chiaki
[ ] Hang around Justine some more
[ ] Go figure out what Lily was writing about
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
Lily Valentine
NEW! Prince Bryn Alteisen
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
Lily Valentine
NEW! Prince Bryn Alteisen