[A: Always invite a fairy] [As it would seem, there is, in fact, a limit to the hospitality a fairy will accept. Being summoned against her will definitely nearing the top of the list of things Maleficent was not particularly fond of. So, the moment she's dredged from the fountain, naked, cold, and scowling.
She accepts the garments - man-made? How positively dreadful - with an appropriate level of complaining. As a matter of fact, there's far more complaining as they lead her through the upper levels of the castle.
Unhand me, she commands with a quickly added calming gesture, surely you are aware I am not some mindless child.
Ah, a room. For her? How... sweet.
The moment they've left, and the door is shut, the present attitude melts away from her sharp features. Too bad for her roommates.]
Insolent fools. I would like to receive an invitation before being summoned.
[B: It's a kind of magic] Hm? You would wish to teach me magic?
[The apprentice casters in the castle study may have bit off a bit more than they could chew. One is hesitant to answer her; he's scared, mostly because Maleficent towers over him, even without her billowing robes.]
As though a minute's teaching could match all my powers.
[To demonstrate, Maleficent extends an arm, fingers tensed. Clear as day, energy forms in the palm of her hand. Twitches of lightning bounce and dance up her arm.]
Once I regain my full power, I would be glad to display more of it for you lowly magicians.
[C: Those who live in the shadows | The Dungeon] Well, isn't this a surprise. Seems even this quaint little kingdom has enemies.
[For someone so inhuman, the sight of Maleficent wandering the dungeons seems almost natural. As if she's spent quite a bit of time around them. A good fortress is only as good as the prison it can contain a prince in, after all.
A quiet gaze, ice cold, inspects each cell. One by one. Until...]
Greetings. [She offers a low bow of respect towards whoever's in this cell, eyes sweeping over you.] And to what do you owe the pleasure of finding a home in this fine prison.
Maleficent | Sleeping Beauty | The Devil
[A: Always invite a fairy]
[As it would seem, there is, in fact, a limit to the hospitality a fairy will accept. Being summoned against her will definitely nearing the top of the list of things Maleficent was not particularly fond of. So, the moment she's dredged from the fountain, naked, cold, and scowling.
She accepts the garments - man-made? How positively dreadful - with an appropriate level of complaining. As a matter of fact, there's far more complaining as they lead her through the upper levels of the castle.
Unhand me, she commands with a quickly added calming gesture, surely you are aware I am not some mindless child.
Ah, a room. For her? How... sweet.
The moment they've left, and the door is shut, the present attitude melts away from her sharp features. Too bad for her roommates.]
Insolent fools. I would like to receive an invitation before being summoned.
[B: It's a kind of magic]
Hm? You would wish to teach me magic?
[The apprentice casters in the castle study may have bit off a bit more than they could chew. One is hesitant to answer her; he's scared, mostly because Maleficent towers over him, even without her billowing robes.]
As though a minute's teaching could match all my powers.
[To demonstrate, Maleficent extends an arm, fingers tensed. Clear as day, energy forms in the palm of her hand. Twitches of lightning bounce and dance up her arm.]
Once I regain my full power, I would be glad to display more of it for you lowly magicians.
[C: Those who live in the shadows | The Dungeon]
Well, isn't this a surprise. Seems even this quaint little kingdom has enemies.
[For someone so inhuman, the sight of Maleficent wandering the dungeons seems almost natural. As if she's spent quite a bit of time around them. A good fortress is only as good as the prison it can contain a prince in, after all.
A quiet gaze, ice cold, inspects each cell. One by one. Until...]
Greetings. [She offers a low bow of respect towards whoever's in this cell, eyes sweeping over you.] And to what do you owe the pleasure of finding a home in this fine prison.