The king tries to smile, and leaves to go find Elsa.
Elsa is still in the Training Court, and they're still practicing with the katana. This time, though, they somehow managed to activate the old Training Dummies, and are sparring with them with some difficulty. The Dummies haphazardly swing their training weapons, Elsa dodges with some difficulty, and then lands a blow to one's head, deactivating it.
They seem too in the thrill of training combat to have noticed you enter the room.
The king sits down on the floor, deciding to watch. He doesn't want to interrupt her, not yet anyway.
Elsa continues to fight vigorously. After a few minutes, the last Dummy is down, and Elsa pauses to catch their breath. They then notice you.
"-How--- did I do?"
"Amazing." The king smiles, happy that Elsa's mind is focused. He doesn't want her to worry about anything.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Everything's going to turn out just fine, don't worry. Me and Yvonne will look after you."
"-I don't--- want to be protected. I--- want to fight--- for myself. That's why I've--- been training. I want to be in control of my own actions. I don't want to be some fragile thing that needs protecting, because that's what I've been my whole life. I have these wings, and I want to soar, and birds don't live their whole lives in cages for 'protection'!"
...
"-I mean--- Not that I don't--- appreciate the gesture." Elsa gets up and starts walking out of the Training Court. "-Thank you--- for caring for me." They leave.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Everything's going to turn out just fine, don't worry. Me and Yvonne will look after you."
"-I don't--- want to be protected. I--- want to fight--- for myself. That's why I've--- been training. I want to be in control of my own actions. I don't want to be some fragile thing that needs protecting, because that's what I've been my whole life. I have these wings, and I want to soar, and birds don't live their whole lives in cages for 'protection'!"
...
"-I mean--- Not that I don't--- appreciate the gesture." Elsa gets up and starts walking out of the Training Court. "-Thank you--- for caring for me." They leave.
The king sits there, trying to work out the best way to give Elsa independence but at the same time always be able to protect them.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Everything's going to turn out just fine, don't worry. Me and Yvonne will look after you."
"-I don't--- want to be protected. I--- want to fight--- for myself. That's why I've--- been training. I want to be in control of my own actions. I don't want to be some fragile thing that needs protecting, because that's what I've been my whole life. I have these wings, and I want to soar, and birds don't live their whole lives in cages for 'protection'!"
...
"-I mean--- Not that I don't--- appreciate the gesture." Elsa gets up and starts walking out of the Training Court. "-Thank you--- for caring for me." They leave.
The king sits there, trying to work out the best way to give Elsa independence but at the same time always be able to protect them.
It might simply be Elsa's advanced programming, but just then, they spoke with a clarity that was impossible for them before. They almost felt... alive.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
“And do you want to help fight back?”
"-Of course. I--- want to be free. I can't--- go back to--- how it was before this."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
“And do you want to help fight back?”
"-Of course. I--- want to be free. I can't--- go back to--- how it was before this."
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
“And do you want to help fight back?”
"-Of course. I--- want to be free. I can't--- go back to--- how it was before this."
“What was it like?”
"-It was--- hell. They kept--- taking me apart; and--- putting me back together. The Doctor said--- I was special; and they--- wanted to replicate me." Elsa takes their dagger and drives it into the railing of the observation deck. "-I hate them."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
“And do you want to help fight back?”
"-Of course. I--- want to be free. I can't--- go back to--- how it was before this."
“What was it like?”
"-It was--- hell. They kept--- taking me apart; and--- putting me back together. The Doctor said--- I was special; and they--- wanted to replicate me." Elsa takes their dagger and drives it into the railing of the observation deck. "-I hate them."
DRAKE merely stays silent for a second before saying, “What do we need to defeat them?”
Yvonne enters the room, happy at first to see the Training Court is finally getting used, but then she notices Drummer. She moves over to him, and sits down beside him.
"Is everything okay? You seem... deep in thought."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Yvonne enters the room, happy at first to see the Training Court is finally getting used, but then she notices Drummer. She moves over to him, and sits down beside him.
"Is everything okay? You seem... deep in thought."
"I've got a lot to think about." The king straightens up, previously being a bit hunched. "How do you think we can protect Elsa without them knowing it?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Yvonne enters the room, happy at first to see the Training Court is finally getting used, but then she notices Drummer. She moves over to him, and sits down beside him.
"Is everything okay? You seem... deep in thought."
"I've got a lot to think about." The king straightens up, previously being a bit hunched. "How do you think we can protect Elsa without them knowing it?"
"You're worried about their safety? I mean, we could use Nova and Mantis to keep an eye on them..." Yvonne trails off, also thinking about something.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Yvonne enters the room, happy at first to see the Training Court is finally getting used, but then she notices Drummer. She moves over to him, and sits down beside him.
"Is everything okay? You seem... deep in thought."
"I've got a lot to think about." The king straightens up, previously being a bit hunched. "How do you think we can protect Elsa without them knowing it?"
"You're worried about their safety? I mean, we could use Nova and Mantis to keep an eye on them..." Yvonne trails off, also thinking about something.
While you guys are talking, DRAKE walks in and says, “Elsanova wants to learn how to fight. At least against other machines.”
Yvonne enters the room, happy at first to see the Training Court is finally getting used, but then she notices Drummer. She moves over to him, and sits down beside him.
"Is everything okay? You seem... deep in thought."
"I've got a lot to think about." The king straightens up, previously being a bit hunched. "How do you think we can protect Elsa without them knowing it?"
"You're worried about their safety? I mean, we could use Nova and Mantis to keep an eye on them..." Yvonne trails off, also thinking about something.
While you guys are talking, DRAKE walks in and says, “Elsanova wants to learn how to fight. At least against other machines.”
"Well, she's been training. Training well, actually." The king blinks, trying to think of how to make himself useful. Then he remembers Yvonne's next to him, and not with a med bot. "How are you feeling Yvonne?"
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
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"Amazing." The king smiles, happy that Elsa's mind is focused. He doesn't want her to worry about anything.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*sorry for the really long wait. I got sick for a while and couldn't post*
Elsa nods to the king, sets down their blade, and sits beside him.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*No worries*
"Everything's going to turn out just fine, don't worry. Me and Yvonne will look after you."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"-I don't--- want to be protected. I--- want to fight--- for myself. That's why I've--- been training. I want to be in control of my own actions. I don't want to be some fragile thing that needs protecting, because that's what I've been my whole life. I have these wings, and I want to soar, and birds don't live their whole lives in cages for 'protection'!"
...
"-I mean--- Not that I don't--- appreciate the gesture." Elsa gets up and starts walking out of the Training Court. "-Thank you--- for caring for me." They leave.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king sits there, trying to work out the best way to give Elsa independence but at the same time always be able to protect them.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
It might simply be Elsa's advanced programming, but just then, they spoke with a clarity that was impossible for them before. They almost felt... alive.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Elsenova is sitting on the Observation Deck, looking over the surrounding mountain range, contemplating things.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
DRAKE, wearing a kind of uniform, walks over next to Elsanova. Keeping his eyes on the mountains, he says, “There is going to be more of them, isn’t there?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"-That is--- inevitable. The Doctor isn't--- one to give up easily; if at all." Elsa sighs, fiddling with a dagger in their fingers in ways that would definitely cut their hands... if their hands weren't metal, that is.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“And do you want to help fight back?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"-Of course. I--- want to be free. I can't--- go back to--- how it was before this."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“What was it like?”
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"-It was--- hell. They kept--- taking me apart; and--- putting me back together. The Doctor said--- I was special; and they--- wanted to replicate me." Elsa takes their dagger and drives it into the railing of the observation deck. "-I hate them."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
DRAKE merely stays silent for a second before saying, “What do we need to defeat them?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The king is still sitting, pondering.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Yvonne enters the room, happy at first to see the Training Court is finally getting used, but then she notices Drummer. She moves over to him, and sits down beside him.
"Is everything okay? You seem... deep in thought."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I've got a lot to think about." The king straightens up, previously being a bit hunched. "How do you think we can protect Elsa without them knowing it?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"You're worried about their safety? I mean, we could use Nova and Mantis to keep an eye on them..." Yvonne trails off, also thinking about something.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
While you guys are talking, DRAKE walks in and says, “Elsanova wants to learn how to fight. At least against other machines.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Well, she's been training. Training well, actually." The king blinks, trying to think of how to make himself useful. Then he remembers Yvonne's next to him, and not with a med bot. "How are you feeling Yvonne?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.