EVERYTHING   about this was vague at best. Her memories of getting here, her recollection of that bizarre meeting with the… Princess, was it ? Or a recording of her, at least… Her level of patience with all this, too, was vague at best. It feels like Weiss has barely had time to breathe, much less think — and the icing on the cake ?  

           The ballpoint pen hurtling towards her at warp speed, smacking right into her face the second she opened the door. 

           For a split second, she was ready to give Ruby an earful — it was the sort of entrance that was just so like her. But alas, she wasn’t that lucky… This was just some other clutz, a complete stranger. 

              ❛   … I’m fine,   ❜   Weiss manages after a few beats of silence — gloved hand still clutching tightly at the door handle. Each word holds the utmost enunciation, as if every syllable were dancing on the fine line between patience and impatience.   ❛   Maybe next time, you should watch where you throw things ?  Doors open both ways, you know.   ❜

“Yes... I’m really sorry-lun.” She bends her head forward in an apologetic bow. She could almost be proud of herself for easily following appropriate earthling responses, if she wasn’t so embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have even been throwing things in the first place-lun.” 

A heavy sigh escapes Lala’s lips, even as she’s holding a box of donuts in her lap. She was hoping to get a familiar treat to cheer herself up, and they are good, but it just brings up too many memories with Puruns and the girls that just bring her mood down even further. 

Another person, sitting on just a bench away from her, seems to be just as sullen, his glasses barely hiding his unhappy expression. He looks... Lonely. 

Before she fully realizes what she’s doing, Lala is standing from her seat, making her way over to the redhead boy, box of donuts in hand. 

“Excuse me-lun,” She fishes out a pastry and holds it out to him, smile on her face. 

“Lun...” Lala stares disgusted at the ballpoint pen in her hand. It does seem nice, true, not that she’s one to judge. But this pen could be encrusted with the rarest jewels in the universe, and it would still illicit the same feeling of dissatisfaction. This was supposed to be the replacement for the star princess pens? The items that contained the power of the princesses, and whose safety depended on them being returned to their rightful place? 

She lost track of her friends, Fuwa, the very items she was supposed to guard and protect. She even lost connection to her own AI, her one constant companion, and all she got out of it was a lousy ballpoint pen? 

In a fit of frustration, she hurls the object across the living room, just as the front door opens, right in time for the pen to smack into the face of the girl walking in. 

“Lun...” She sighs, seeming to visibly droop, as the points of her antennae reluctantly retract from the glove on her right hand. She’d been trying on and off for hours now to get in contact with her AI, hoping it was just a glitch. But she’s not even getting an error message from her device, let alone any response from her constant companion. She really was stranded out here, all alone. 

“Oyo...”

She knows that it’s rude to stare, and she really shouldn’t be drawing more attention to herself than necessary, but she hasn’t seen anyone wear so much black before, not even from the notraiders. She’s not sure whether to find him intimidating, or kind of cool. Maybe both? 

Oh no, he caught her staring! Quick, Lala, say something! Apologize, or excuse yourself! 

Eyo, I’m Caff, she/her, 28, my twitter is @MagicGutts, and I also rp that sulky loser Leone Abbacchio. Surprise, I love magical girls, and Lala is the most recent addition to this love. Rules aren’t up yet, and I’ll throw up another post when they are, but chances are if you’re going by the Vraelgard rules, you’re a ok in my book. 

aaand here’s a tl;dr for Lala! 

She’s an alien-lun! And a precure! Don’t tell anyone though, it’s a secret!

See those little strings coming from her head with little balls on the end? You fool. You absolute buffoon. Those are antennae! And they are perfect, like her. 

It’s her planet’s custom to touch antennae together and communicate a friendly shock. Don’t worry, she’ll adapt to your planet’s customs too-lun!

Says “lun” a lot. Go with it. 

Yes, she’s 14. But she’s considered a fully mature adult, so respect her. (No, that does not give a pass for gross age-related loopholes, don’t even try it.)