ENGLAND♛ Arthur Kirkland (
keepscalm) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-01-29 04:48 pm
04. upon thyself thy beauty's legacy
Characters: England and all of the cultured people. Open!
Setting: Floor 25.
Format: Starting action, but will match!
Summary: England is having a teatime picnic. It's long overdue. Threadjacking is okay and welcomed! Join an existing thread and make it a tea party or make a new thread.
Warnings: Probably language since it's England. Also possibly threadjacking, so just say in the subject if you don't want that!
[So there is no fancy garden table and chairs or quaint little sitting room, but the innocuous spring floor is almost as nice. He's laid out a length of cloth snatched from the workshop floor to act as a makeshift blanket, and has a teaset out, with a full pot of tea, multiple cups, and sugar. No milk or honey, due to the restrictions of the Tower's kitchen, but he can deal.
And he's actually smiling a little. Do you dare risk disrupting him in this almost fugue-like state?
Of course you do, he's just a silly grump with pretty plates and big eyebrows. Come join him for tea.]
Setting: Floor 25.
Format: Starting action, but will match!
Summary: England is having a teatime picnic. It's long overdue. Threadjacking is okay and welcomed! Join an existing thread and make it a tea party or make a new thread.
Warnings: Probably language since it's England. Also possibly threadjacking, so just say in the subject if you don't want that!
[So there is no fancy garden table and chairs or quaint little sitting room, but the innocuous spring floor is almost as nice. He's laid out a length of cloth snatched from the workshop floor to act as a makeshift blanket, and has a teaset out, with a full pot of tea, multiple cups, and sugar. No milk or honey, due to the restrictions of the Tower's kitchen, but he can deal.
And he's actually smiling a little. Do you dare risk disrupting him in this almost fugue-like state?
Of course you do, he's just a silly grump with pretty plates and big eyebrows. Come join him for tea.]

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[Truly, it reminds her a bit of the courtyard from her childhood, just without the stone walls and patrolling guards.
But she notices how... surprised? the man seems and, oh, did she interrupt?]
--Ah, my apologies, I did not mean to disturb you.
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[Okay, this is bothering him now.] ...if you don't take offense at my asking, do you perhaps hail from the same world as someone named Link?
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I am, yes. We are both from Hyrule. I take it you have met him here?
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I have. He has been of great help to me more than once.
I apologize for my presumptuousness. My name is Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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[She can't help the fond little smile that tugs at her lips, but she doesn't really attempt to hide it, either. Oh, Link, never change.]
And it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Arthur, though there is no need to apologize. [She bows her head slightly.] I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule.
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He's taken off-guard for a second, but thankfully he's well-versed in dealing with royalty. Both cup and saucer are set aside so he can raise a knee -- he's already sitting, so moving to a kneel is no problem -- and set a hand on his chest, bowing his head. Which he does with the utmost composure like it's the most natural thing in the world.]
My sincerest apologies. I wasn't aware of your status. It is, then, an honour to meet you, my lady.
[He's really embarrassed for his etiquette flub, but he tries to show it through humility, instead of getting flustered and embarrassing himself further.]
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For all that she throws around the Princess title, for all that she tries her best to look and sound that part, she... really doesn't quite know the etiquette. She has spent the last seven years actively removing herself from any connection to the Royal Family, and before that she was merely a child, given respect but ultimately kept away from the politics of nobility.
So when she responds, it's with a flush of pink to her cheeks and an undercurrent of uncertainty to her voice.]
Ah... such formalities are not necessary, Arthur; we are of equal standing here.
[Please stop bowing she doesn't know what she's doing--]
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He couldn't help but colour slightly, between his mortification and the memory of his queen. Thankfully his head was bowed, so his face would be free from notice for the time being. She did have a point, but still -- being away from her country, she was an ambassador of sorts, and should be treated with the respect of one.
After he was sure he wasn't blushing fiercely anymore, he turned his head up, retaining his kneeling position but straightening mostly from his bow.]
Then may I ask how I am to refer to you, if you'd rather I not defer to formalities?
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When he looks up, she tries a reassuring smile, both for herself and him.]
To be quite honest, I do not mind simply being called 'Zelda', but... if you are uncomfortable with that, you may refer to me however you wish.
[Baby steps. Tiny baby steps.]
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Though I do apologise if I slip up and say "your highness" or any other relevant title at any point. I grew up around royalty.
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[Notice how her eyes light up at that? Yeah, you've got her hook, line, and sinker, England. She kneels to be at a more conversational level, a bit of a hopeful look upon her face.]
... If you would not mind, could you tell me something about them? I... [have been indisposed for seven years, have no idea what I'm doing, have to rebuild my country from scratch--] ... have not heard of royalty outside of Hyrule.
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I hail from a country called England, which is one of four countries that makes up the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Link has told me that there is no such country in Hyrule, so I doubt the names will be familiar to you.
[He settles a little and motions to a spot across from him on the blanket, smiling.] However, if you'd not mind hearing regardless, do make yourself comfortable. I would be happy to tell you of some of England's most noteworthy monarchs.
[Seriously. He loves talking about himself.]
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She nods, however, settling down in the most dignified manner she can manage. Back straight, feet tucked under herself, skirts smoothed...]
I do not mind at all. You have my undivided attention.
[Mentally. Taking notes.]