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Hail the return of White Rose, everyone's favorite Mystic Princess! (Alright, so she's the only Mystic Princess in the Duelling League. So what?) White Rose's highly reliable status effects should prove a great boon in this match, as Eileen's protective magics will do nothing to prevent Assassinate's accurate instant death from striking home--and even if White Rose does miss on that first try, no Mystic's about to go down to one shot of Earthquake, in all honesty. Though, Fascination might be White Rose's best option. After all, what better time to turn on the Charm than in Season XXX? |
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As the Toran Republic’s first lady and one of Middle’s resident Earth Rune spammers, Eileen is competitive in both the Arena and in politics. She really has a rather simple strategy in her duelling; Copper Flesh spam followed by Earthquake, Earthquake, and more Earthquake. And sure, status gets around that pretty nicely, but come on. The only status Princess White Rose has is Charm- as if Eileen would be coaxed by some lesbian princess! Yeah, so it'll be easy for Eileen to bury her opponent in a stream of earthquakes and claim her prize. Easy pickings this week for the Earthquake Queen. |
SageAcrin *Six days before the match.* "Special training?" Lepant said, puzzled, as his wife packed various clothing and goods into a suitcase. "Yes. You've heard of White Rose and her...tendancy to allure women, correct?" "Of course, dear." "Well, I'm not about to let anyone, in any way, keep me from my husband. I will find a way to overcome this with sheer strength of will." Eileen nodded decisively. "And I've found some people willing to help." "...Well, you needn't worry so much...er..." Lepant coughed. "That is to say, I'm sure you'll do fine without any training." "Nonsense. My mind is made up." Eileen said, smiling. "...it's too bad she doesn't remember I can't cook very well." Lepant said to himself, sighing. "Oh well. If her mind is made up, I guess I can go out to dinner for the rest of the week. Or eat soup. All this over something I wouldn't mind very much anyway." He sighed." What kind of training keeps a Mystic from charming you, anyway?" Lepant added out loud. "You'll see." Eileen said, laughing a little. *Six days later.* "You haven't seen her?" Lepant said, frowning down at the arena, where White Rose waited impatiently. "Nope. She hasn't shown up anywhere I know of in the last six days." Viktor said, shaking his head. "Neither have a few other people, though...but I can't imagine she's with them..." "Who?" Lepant asked. "Ohohoho!" A voice laughed into the arena, as a woman stepped into the ring. At least, it seemed like it was probably a woman. "...Eileen!?" Lepant said, stunned, as he stared down at the overly made up, overdressed, curly haired woman who walked into the arena. "...Well, the other guys, as you probably guessed, were Milich Oppenheimer, Simone, Vincent, Augustine, Schtolteheim Reinbach the Third, and Josephine." Viktor said. "...what kind of...why..." Lepant stammered. "Ahhh, I see you have noted the fruits of our labors, my friend." Augustine said, walking over to Lepant. "Is she not beautiful? Is it not a wonderful thing, that she has become this ravishing for you?" "...For me?" "But of course. She wished to become so in love with herself that she could never be charmed by that girl." Lepant blinked. "...I know Eileen is naive, but you did tell her that's...not...all that's odd about your group?" "But of course. But she was so adamant..." "Oh, my. You are so incredibly strong, my lady Eileen. I couldn't possibly challenge you." White Rose's words took Lepant's attention from the conversation. "Ohohoh. So you realize my true beauty, then? Very well. You may forfeit against me, and in return, I shall allow you to appreciate my beauty as much as you wish." Eileen said smiling, as the crowd cheered. "...uhm." Lepant stared down at the arena, as White Rose and Eileen walked out, hand in hand. "...I clearly need to have a talk with my wife." --- "And today, on the Chisato Madison Show, the sordid tale of lesbianism ruining a perfect marriage, and how beautiful love can rise from the ashes!" Chisato said, as a crowd of people cheered her name. "...Uh, chief, this...doesn't really seem your style." Morte noted. "No?" Chisato said. "Oh, right, you actually thought I was doing a real show." Chisato said, as she turned the tear gas and flamethrowers on the audience. "No, I just hate those crowds." "...darn, I was hoping to hear what happened to those two." Gilgamesh said, sighing. "Oh, you didn't hear? Lepant managed to snap her out of it after a good week of intensive therapy. I hear he didn't try too hard for the first day or so. White Rose is a great cook, and, well, when your wife's with a Mystic..." Odin said, smirking. Chisato simply turned the flamethrower on Odin. White Rose: 35 Gatewalker
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