Earth Camp

[Corwin]

Professor Fuyutsuki smiles, and that settles it. The three go out fishing.

OOC: Anything else you'd like to do that day? It's getting fairly late.

[Corwin]

OOC: Right, we're timeskipping. You had a nice fishing trip, managing not to drown, and went to bed after a round against Alita.

IC:
Beryl is awakened by the incessant ringing of the front door bell. Checking her beside clock, she sees it is a minute to eight in the morning.

[thepanda]

"Eight in the morning? Who in the nine hells comes ringing like that at eight in the morning? Son of a..." Beryl slides out of bed, noting that she is both in her own bed and alone for once. A glance in the mirror shows that she might not want to answer the door with morning hair. Pulling it back tightly, she bounds her hair with magic.

Satisfied with that much at least she heads out of her room, returning briefly to grab a burgundy colored robe from her wardrobe. She makes her way to the door quickly, peeking through the eyehole to see who would be knocking so incessantly.

[Corwin]

Beryl sees a scowling blond head.

[thepanda]

Frowning at the lack of imaging her eyehole has she opens the door a crack.

“Whatever you’re selling…” she begins.

[Corwin]

The sight of a scowling, uniformed man in his mid twenties greets Beryl. He pushes past her unceremoniously, and plops down on the couch. "Yeah, yeah," he says dejectedly. "It's not a picnic for me, either."

[thepanda]

“And you would be… ?” Beryl is annoyed. She closes the door, perhaps a bit harder than needed. “And why are you waking people so early in the morning?”

[Corwin]

"Your worst nightmare," he grouses, ignoring Beryl's second question. "I assure you that the feeling is mutual."

[thepanda]

“Do you even realize how cliché that sounds?” Beryl takes a closer look at the man. “Now you can give me your name and business here or I can find out when the coroner takes your body away. Really, its up to you.” Beryl is really not happy to be away now.

[Corwin]

"J. F. Zoisite," he says, and snorts. "Go ahead, make my day, little girl."

[thepanda]

“Zoisite, Zoisite; why does that name sound familiar? Oh, that’s right. You’re that stalker trying to get into the prince’s pants. No luck on that front I take it?” Beryl’s voice is haughty, just shy of demeaning.

[Corwin]

"Like you should talk, you... you..." he stutters, glaring at Beryl. "You gold digger bitch!"

[thepanda]

Beryl covers her mouth with the back of her hand and unleashes her Bitch Laugh™.

“Ohohohoho! That’s great, Mr. Zoisite. But really, at least I don’t make the prince run to his mommy to ‘make the bad man go away’. Now, what brings you to my humble abode?”

[Corwin]

"Miss Beryl," he spits, in obvious distaste. "Meet your new bodyguard."

[thepanda]

Beryl’s laugh dies off.

“You-you’re my bodyguard? By whose order?”