==> WQ: Be displeased. [alex]

[whitequeen]

-- whiteQueen [WQ] began regaling zeusAmmon [ZA] --

WQ: I am an understanding Queen, but I am displeased, Prince of Space.
WQ: For what reason was this frog machine prototyped?
WQ: As glorious as we find these creatures wrought in the image of the Speaker of the Vast Croak, this one is most unattractive.
WQ: Ribbit.

[alexander]

ZA: Oh.
ZA: Oh shit.
ZA: You can actually contact me on this?
ZA: Wow.
ZA: Uh.
ZA: I am so sorry, your highness.
ZA: And it was an accident.
ZA: My Server player just sort of...
ZA: Grabbed the Metal Gear and prototyped it.

[whitequeen]

WQ: Of course, Prince. The command center in my quarters is rather lovely.
WQ: I am a gentle Queen. You are forgiven.
WQ: The monarchy of Derse, however, may not be so pleasant.
WQ: Ribbit.
WQ: Pardons. It seems that the croaks cannot be controlled.
WQ: I pray that you and your server player will be more cautious in the future.
WQ: My, that is a lovely shade of blue.
WQ: You may tell the Maid I said so.

[alexander]

ZA: I.
ZA: Uh.
ZA: Thanks.
ZA: Yeah.
ZA: And.
ZA: Which one's the Maid again?
ZA: It's hard for me to keep track of this stuff.
ZA: And if you don't mind me asking, your highness.
ZA: What exactly did you get from that?

[whitequeen]

WQ: You are welcome.
WQ: The Maid of Hope is your server player, with the beautiful cyan hair and text.
WQ: The prototyping has given me a mildly frog-like appearance. I suppose I can adapt to it, but it is most disagreeable.
WQ: Ribbit.
WQ: It seems that I can also make objects explode with a certain gaze, and there is a weapon on my shoulder.
WQ: Oh my.
WQ: The weapon shoots small projectiles.
WQ: The White King, hopefully, shall be pleased with this development.
WQ: My thanks.

[alexander]

ZA: Oh.
ZA: You really did get the laser eyes.
ZA: Uh, well the rail-gun I guess was inevitable.
ZA: And uh, you're welcome, I guess?
ZA: That rail-gun is really powerful, be careful where you aim it.
ZA: I'm pretty sure there isn't really any armor that can defend against it.
ZA: The laser eyes, well, enjoy, I guess.
ZA: I.
ZA: Uh.
ZA: Be honest.
ZA: This is really bad.
ZA: Isn't it?
ZA: Because I've got a troll harassing me.
ZA: Which if I go quiet for a moment.
ZA: That's why.

[whitequeen]

WQ: These laser eyes are rather pretty.
WQ: Yes, I believe I can adapt to this prototyping quite well.
WQ: The White King sure will as well.
WQ: Speaking truthfully, Prince, this is not the most promising turn of events.
WQ: Whatever powers we gain are also the powers the Dersite monarchy gains, ribbit.
WQ: However, the Black King and Queen have a deep and abiding loathing for the Speaker of the Vast Croak, which may, perhaps, dissuade them from using the scepter and ring.
WQ: And, of course, it is decidedly unattractive.
WQ: But I may be able to cope.

[alexander]

ZA: They hate frogs?
ZA: So it's horrible if they can work with it.
ZA: But if it's too much.
ZA: Then you guys win?
ZA: Wonderful!
ZA: I feel a lot better about that now, actually.
ZA: I'd hate for you and the king to get killed.
ZA: You, your husband, your people.
ZA: You've all been so good to me.
ZA: I'd really hate to see you all die.

[whitequeen]

WQ: Yes, hopefully they will be too disgusted to use the protoyping's powers.
WQ: The Black King may simply adapt to the situation, but the Black Queen is much less tolerant.
WQ: I am very glad that you are feeling better, Prince.
WQ: It is kind of you to say such things, ribbit.
WQ: ... Oh, my.
WQ: The King is not my husband, Prince.
WQ: If only.
WQ: We are merely compatriots.
WQ: When the battlefield developed the King gained form, as did I.
WQ: There is no relation between us.
WQ: Unfortunately.
WQ: Ribbit.
WQ: Regardless, it is very sweet that you care.
WQ: The Heir of Heart cares as well, for his and your friends, but I fear for his actions.
WQ: Perhaps you might speak with him again when you are both on Prospit.

[alexander]

ZA: Oh, you aren't married?
ZA: Oh, uh...
ZA: Sorry.
ZA: That must be real awkward.
ZA: And hopefully Venn isn't rushing over.
ZA: I really wish he'd have some faith in my abilities.
ZA: But what can you do?

[whitequeen]

WQ: It is not too unpleasant.
WQ: We have become excellent comrades-in-arms and rule successfully, in my humble opinion.
WQ: We are strong but benevolent monarchs.
WQ: And he is quite strong on the battlefield, even without his scepter.
WQ: He is truly an admirable king, much more so than the Black King.
WQ: The Black King. I am an accepting Queen, but the Black King...
WQ: Ah, yes, the Heir.
WQ: Apologies. I was distracted by an exploding object.
WQ: The laser eyes seem to respond to excessive emotion as well.
WQ: Perhaps you may assign the Heir to aid you in defending your slumbering fellow Heroes on Prospit. I am a powerful Queen, but I can only do so much.
WQ: There is naught we can do for the Heroes on Derse but hope for their well-being.

[alexander]

ZA: Hopefully.
ZA: Maybe if you can keep him busy or something.
ZA: Still.
ZA: Hopefully maybe you can turn this around.
ZA: Here's some advice on how to use the rail-gun.
ZA: Like I said, it has a lot of firepower.
ZA: You could probably fire it through an entire row of soldiers.
ZA: The laser eyes can take care of enemies when your arms are busy.
ZA: So hopefully that can help a bit.

[whitequeen]

WQ: When I partake in the battle, I will be sure to use this... rail-gun.
WQ: The ceasefire has ceased, so I may join in and experiment at a later, but not too late, date.
WQ: In the meantime...
WQ: Oh, dear. My wall has been reduced to rubble.
WQ: I will have to avoid using this indoors.
WQ: And I will have to aid my assistants in clearing this unsightly mess.
WQ: Pardon me.
WQ: Before I depart, I should like to request that you speak to the other Heroes about their choices in prototyping.
WQ: I am an adaptable Queen, but I enjoy aesthetically pleasing abilities.

[alexander]

ZA: I.
ZA: Uh.
ZA: Wouldn't you prefer things that would help you win the battle?
ZA: I mean, you don't have to wear the ring constantly.
ZA: But.
ZA: Uh.
ZA: Alright, I'll see what I can do.
ZA: I wish you luck, your highness.
ZA: You'll be in my thoughts.
ZA: Thank you for treating my friends and I so well.
ZA: And thank you for all the pleasant memories.
ZA: Oh, and if you're curious.
ZA: The Black King has been fuming at me during our entire talk.
ZA: He's not happy.
ZA: BK: ♚ Now, to reiterate: What did you just do?! The frog symbolism of the universe is outright blasphemous imagery, and you dare defile the royal countenance with such heresy? I have ceased my consideration of boiling out your insides to feed to starving Prospitan slaves, as I feel that death will be too swift, and relatively painfree. I consider, as an alternative, ripping off each of your limbs, cauterizing them, searing out your eyes, and allowing you to live out the rest of your existence as a gross mockery of your former self. Yes, that seems much more appropriate, don't you agree?
ZA: He's also ribbiting.
ZA: Just thought you'd like to see that before you go.
ZA: Consider it a nice present.

[whitequeen]

WQ: I suppose that would also be helpful, yes.
WQ: However, the prototypings that aid us also aid the Dersite monarchy.
WQ: You might also wish to keep in mind that prototypings made before you enter the Medium influence the power of the imps you must battle. WQ: I wish you luck as well.
WQ: It is my pleasure to host such pleasant dreamers, yourself included.
WQ: And you need not fear; I will watch over the other Heroes as much as my duties permit.
WQ: Farewell, Prince of Space.
WQ: Give my tidings to the other Heroes.

-- whiteQueen [WQ] ceased regaling zeusAmmon [ZA] --