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[Backdated to Wednesday evening]
Look at this.
[It's Bleu's voice, although the dialect is different; instead of her usual musical French accent she now sounds, for an easy comparison, a lot like an American. This narration accompanies a sweeping view of the garden, including the greenhouse and the chicken coop. The new voice is tinged with a mix of weariness and frustration.]
This is your excuse for nature. This, and a complicated illusion reserved only for those who ask reverently. If this is what passes for the wild in any of your worlds, the pity I feel can't be measured. Charming as it is, this little flowerbed isn't much.
[And she'll not deign to ask for admission to the CES. That much is clear when she turns the camera on herself, catching eyes glowing pure white and still-blue skin and hair; the largest difference is her ears, elongated and delicately pointed, and her style of dress. She's wearing armor that looks more decorative than practical, silver and blue metal just covering her chest and shoulders.]
Please, tell me there's more than this where you came from. None of you can imagine what I'd sacrifice to see a real forest.
[OOC: Bleu is affected by the flood and has been transplanted to Azeroth/WoW-verse, where she is the Night Elf warrior Julienthe Bareblade. She was swayed by the Legion during their assault on the Well of Eternity, and ended up on the Barge as an inmate after drowning when the Well was destroyed.]
Look at this.
[It's Bleu's voice, although the dialect is different; instead of her usual musical French accent she now sounds, for an easy comparison, a lot like an American. This narration accompanies a sweeping view of the garden, including the greenhouse and the chicken coop. The new voice is tinged with a mix of weariness and frustration.]
This is your excuse for nature. This, and a complicated illusion reserved only for those who ask reverently. If this is what passes for the wild in any of your worlds, the pity I feel can't be measured. Charming as it is, this little flowerbed isn't much.
[And she'll not deign to ask for admission to the CES. That much is clear when she turns the camera on herself, catching eyes glowing pure white and still-blue skin and hair; the largest difference is her ears, elongated and delicately pointed, and her style of dress. She's wearing armor that looks more decorative than practical, silver and blue metal just covering her chest and shoulders.]
Please, tell me there's more than this where you came from. None of you can imagine what I'd sacrifice to see a real forest.
[OOC: Bleu is affected by the flood and has been transplanted to Azeroth/WoW-verse, where she is the Night Elf warrior Julienthe Bareblade. She was swayed by the Legion during their assault on the Well of Eternity, and ended up on the Barge as an inmate after drowning when the Well was destroyed.]
