Her Majesty Ming Numara (
eclipse_of_time) wrote2015-09-07 08:37 am
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[If nothing else, this sort of broadcasting and storage and communication device isn't entirely unfamiliar to Ming. But everything else certainly is. First and foremost her own body. Where's the pulsing thrum of her magical energy? Even the mark on her chest is dull and decorative. It's a frightening thing to see. She can feel the passage of time, something only once felt briefly. And terrifyingly. The seconds are moving by her, taking her with them.]
[She realizes she can't feel any any magical energy. Not in the atmosphere, not in the earth, not in the large creature that follows her. It's an unfamiliar beast, but one that looks as though it would be right at home on the paradisaical beaches of her island kingdom.]
[If this is a kidnapping, it's a frightfully strange one. She's nowhere near Numara. This place isn't familiar at all! But she's not restrained. Quite the opposite. She's made it to a bench in the little village she awoke in, and then that overwhelming feeling that threatens to steal her consciousness slips upon her and she sits, shaking and confused, to fiddle with the portable teleson.]
What...what is this place?
[There's a high note of fear and confusion in Ming's lightly accented voice.]
Something's wrong...something's terribly wrong...what's been done to me?
What's going to happen to me?
[Without her magical energy, what is she? Her magic is her soul, her consciousness, her very being! She's never felt so tied to this human shaped shell in all of her existence. She's certain she can feel the decay and dying of mortal cells. Is this mortal death?]
Please...if someone can help me...
[It doesn't occur to her to explain further - there's not a single sentient thing in her world that doesn't know her face and who she is. What she is.]
[Surely someone can aide her!]
[She realizes she can't feel any any magical energy. Not in the atmosphere, not in the earth, not in the large creature that follows her. It's an unfamiliar beast, but one that looks as though it would be right at home on the paradisaical beaches of her island kingdom.]
[If this is a kidnapping, it's a frightfully strange one. She's nowhere near Numara. This place isn't familiar at all! But she's not restrained. Quite the opposite. She's made it to a bench in the little village she awoke in, and then that overwhelming feeling that threatens to steal her consciousness slips upon her and she sits, shaking and confused, to fiddle with the portable teleson.]
What...what is this place?
[There's a high note of fear and confusion in Ming's lightly accented voice.]
Something's wrong...something's terribly wrong...what's been done to me?
What's going to happen to me?
[Without her magical energy, what is she? Her magic is her soul, her consciousness, her very being! She's never felt so tied to this human shaped shell in all of her existence. She's certain she can feel the decay and dying of mortal cells. Is this mortal death?]
Please...if someone can help me...
[It doesn't occur to her to explain further - there's not a single sentient thing in her world that doesn't know her face and who she is. What she is.]
[Surely someone can aide her!]
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[The perplexed look only deepens as Ming glances down at herself. What's wrong with her leathers?]
Oh? It's what I always wear. I've traveled in it before....though I suppose that sort of thing matters here. I never had to worry about blisters or pinched toes before...
[And now she does. And bruises and cuts that don't instantly heal and eating and sleeping and taking water regularly...goodness. Mortality required so much attention!]
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Yes, it probably does.
[He's not sure how to address the fact that she apparently didn't have to worry about that before.]
I'm sure we can find somewhere for you to change.
[It's nice to look at, very nice to look at, if a bit odd, but not the kind of thing a person should travel in.]
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But where?
[She glances around, hands clasped in front of her. She's hardly a prude, but queens don't just change their clothes in alleyways or behind dumpsters! Though, she reminds herself, they damn well do if there isn't any other option. Perhaps there's another option.]
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[Roy looks around for a suitably large and commercial looking building.]
Let's look over there.
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[Or attempt to. She's in there for a good ten minutes, tugging at straps and looking for buckles or hooks. Oh dear! How in the world does everything come off? This is the reason she has three handmaidens to dress her and undress her every day. All she's managed to do is tangle herself worse! Are her boots attached to her leggings? Who designed this thing?]
Er...I'm afraid I'm having a bit of difficulty...
[She pitches her voice loud enough for Roy to hear.]
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What kind of difficulty?
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I don't know how my clothing works.
[It's likely the single most embarrassing admission Ming's had to make in her life. Even confessing to virginity at a thousand years wasn't on the level with admitting to being ancient and learned and unable to undress yourself.]
[She can feel her cheeks pinkening.]
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Are you still dressed? Enough to come out and find someone to help?
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Oh, don't bother. We're both adults, I just need...something unbuckled. Or buttoned. Or hooked. I'm...oh, I'm really not certain! Everything seems connected to everything else somehow!
[At least she can be reasonably sure that Jansen would find this story amusing, rather than troubling.]
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[This is a really complicated outfit. Roy spends a minute studying all the buckles and straps before deciding to start with her limbs and work his way in.]
I think if we undo these buckles, and then unbutton this...
[What was going through the head of the person who made this?]
There must be a clasp here somewhere.
[But he can't see it. Also she has nice skin but now is not the time to give such compliments.]
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[Well, he certainly seems to be a gentleman. Good. She cranes her neck, frowning. It feels looser already, thankfully.]
Oh, perhaps...under there...er...by my hip... Goodness, this is dreadfully embarrassing! You must thing I'm some fluff head.
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Being unable to remove an outfit that takes three people to put on you hardly makes you a fluff head.
[They're getting there.]
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[Finally, the most difficult bits have been taken care of and Ming utters her cry triumphantly.]
Oh, thank you! I believe I can manage the rest myself.
[And she's never putting it back on after this. Goodness!]
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You're welcome. I'm always happy to lend a hand.
[But he's going to stay right outside the door just in case there are any other problems.]
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There we are. Goodness, I don't think I've ever dressed so....casually!
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Well, casual or not, it looks very good on you, and will be fine for traveling. You'll just have to be careful of your legs walking in tall grass.
[But now that they have this adventure out of the way they can move on to their multiple day walking trip to the next city.]