[ PHASE II ] [The portraits are absolutely relentless. Unfortunately so is Jessica herself. She's already thoroughly frazzled from finding herself standing over a body clutching onto a statue that looks suspiciously Slime-like. The lovely jaunt about the compound shortly after hasn't helped either, particularly when the only thing she has been able to find has been rows and rows of paintings that slowly looked more and more familiar.
Anyone will hear the redhead long before they come across her. Her hands are planted firmly on her hips and she's giving this oil painting of some random old man an absolutely livid look. Her voice is firm and sharp in it's bit of a British accent.]
I told you already I had nothing to do with it! What in the world would I gain from killing some random servant?! I wasn't possessed or any such, I would at least remember that! So just lay off already.
[She's very firm about those last words, thank you very much. She huffs out an indignant breath as she straightens up, then turns to walk away.]
What a weird place. First the butler, now the paintings...
[ PHASE III ] [Then the paintings and now? Now the stairs. And more paintings of course. Jessica is quickly losing her patience after the fifth or so time of going round and round these staircases. She's dead certain they're moving now and stops in her tracks to glare up at the stairs themselves as if she can intimidate them into working properly. And that's when a nearby portrait starts chattering again, though this time with advice
"The stairs are gossips, you know. Why don’t you tell us a little something about yourself? Make it good!"
She pauses, blinking a bit at the portrait.]
Gossips? So what then, I have to tell them some really juicy news?
["Absolutely! The more scandalous and juicy, the better!". Jessica looks quite dubious at this enthusiastic reply.]
... And then they'll behave?
["It's worth a try," states the portrait. It's not really the answer she wants but she doesn't really have a lot of choice here. The redhead stands a moment, trying to fathom up what could possibly be the best bit of gossip about herself. Then she blushes just a little.]
I do like the occasional romance novel now and then. Not often of course but the fairy tale sorts are rather sweet.
[She admits as much in near a mumble and the portrait just sighs in near disgust. "That's juicy to you?"
Jessica's flush spreads as her anger spikes immediately. Once again she's near shouting at a portrait.]
Well pardon me if I don't have any amazing exploits to share with the stairs, you daft bit of canvas!! Why should I be telling either of you anything anyhow?! Just let me through already!
[ WILDCARD ] [Feel free to throw prompts at me. PM with any questions.]
Jessica Albert | Dragon Quest 8
[The portraits are absolutely relentless. Unfortunately so is Jessica herself. She's already thoroughly frazzled from finding herself standing over a body clutching onto a statue that looks suspiciously Slime-like. The lovely jaunt about the compound shortly after hasn't helped either, particularly when the only thing she has been able to find has been rows and rows of paintings that slowly looked more and more familiar.
Anyone will hear the redhead long before they come across her. Her hands are planted firmly on her hips and she's giving this oil painting of some random old man an absolutely livid look. Her voice is firm and sharp in it's bit of a British accent.]
I told you already I had nothing to do with it! What in the world would I gain from killing some random servant?! I wasn't possessed or any such, I would at least remember that! So just lay off already.
[She's very firm about those last words, thank you very much. She huffs out an indignant breath as she straightens up, then turns to walk away.]
What a weird place. First the butler, now the paintings...
[ PHASE III ]
[Then the paintings and now? Now the stairs. And more paintings of course. Jessica is quickly losing her patience after the fifth or so time of going round and round these staircases. She's dead certain they're moving now and stops in her tracks to glare up at the stairs themselves as if she can intimidate them into working properly. And that's when a nearby portrait starts chattering again, though this time with advice
"The stairs are gossips, you know. Why don’t you tell us a little something about yourself? Make it good!"
She pauses, blinking a bit at the portrait.]
Gossips? So what then, I have to tell them some really juicy news?
["Absolutely! The more scandalous and juicy, the better!". Jessica looks quite dubious at this enthusiastic reply.]
... And then they'll behave?
["It's worth a try," states the portrait. It's not really the answer she wants but she doesn't really have a lot of choice here. The redhead stands a moment, trying to fathom up what could possibly be the best bit of gossip about herself. Then she blushes just a little.]
I do like the occasional romance novel now and then. Not often of course but the fairy tale sorts are rather sweet.
[She admits as much in near a mumble and the portrait just sighs in near disgust. "That's juicy to you?"
Jessica's flush spreads as her anger spikes immediately. Once again she's near shouting at a portrait.]
Well pardon me if I don't have any amazing exploits to share with the stairs, you daft bit of canvas!! Why should I be telling either of you anything anyhow?! Just let me through already!
[ WILDCARD ]
[Feel free to throw prompts at me. PM with any questions.]