OOC: Maybe we ought to watch a lot of Scottish movies for a while so we can pick up on their accent. O just watch "Brave" over and over again.
I'm Merida. Yes, I am. I have to say. . . *note of embarrassment mixed with unsurpassed curiosity* . . . I've no idea where you're from.
*secretly admires Moana for wearing something so scanty for a princess; If Mum caught me wearing something like that, She thinks, she'd be furious!*
OOC: Yeah, Brave would be a great place to start. XD
I thought so! Oh -- I'm from Motunui, an island in the southern Pacific. It's been home to my family's tribe for generations.
*thinks perhaps Scotland must have a chilly climate; then wonders if everyone there dresses as warmly as Merida does*
*screws up face, trying to recall Mum's boring geography lessons* That's. . . not in England, is it?
*wonders if Moana's mum would get mad at her for wearing that odd straw dress and peculiar top, or if everyone in this "southern Pacific" of England dresses like that*
OOC: Yay, so I'm not alone. XD Ummmm. . . . Let's say he's gone on a long trip across the Pride Lands. King business, y'know.
I am. *shares Rafiki's glance at surroundings* I am curious as to when this story will begin. (OOC: Was that too much breaking the fourth wall?)
OOC: No, you're far from alone. XD Oh, that was a surprisingly simple solution. Yes yes, it makes sense -- and until Rome gets back, we'll say Mufasa is with him. And Zazu too, because...you know...majordomo and all. Nah, I'd say it was only moderate fourth-wall-breaking. xD
Ah . . . a story cannot begin, until the course has been set for it to take place. *stares off into space for a moment before smiling back at Sarabi* So, how is dat cub of yours? *chuckles softly* Though he's not so much of a cub anymore, is 'e?
OOC: Sounds good. OK, cool.
*whiskers twitch in a smile* No, indeed. My son is well. Simba's taken his role as king of the Pride Lands very seriously. As we speak, he's gone on a mission far away.
*stares incredulously at talking baboon, as if a giant talking lobster wasn't weird enough* O.o
*puts fist on hip indignantly* What, you 'ave never seen a talking animal before? Ohohoho, you'd better get used to that pretty fast, missy! We have a lot of dose types of things around 'ere, yes indeed! *smiles, still giggling to himself*
*after leaving her mouth hanging open for several seconds, she sputters* It was bad enough having to chase after a taking llama -- now we're in a land surrounded by more talking animals?? Ugh! *scowls darkly at Rafiki* When I am empress, that will change!
OOC: No, you're far from alone. XD Oh, that was a surprisingly simple solution. Yes yes, it makes sense -- and until Rome gets back, we'll say Mufasa is with him. And Zazu too, because...you know...majordomo and all. Nah, I'd say it was only moderate fourth-wall-breaking. xD
Ah . . . a story cannot begin, until the course has been set for it to take place. *stares off into space for a moment before smiling back at Sarabi* So, how is dat cub of yours? *chuckles softly* Though he's not so much of a cub anymore, is 'e?
OOC: Sounds good. OK, cool.
*whiskers twitch in a smile* No, indeed. My son is well. Simba's taken his role as king of the Pride Lands very seriously. As we speak, he's gone on a mission far away.
IC: *A great figure strides up* Indeed. How are you, Sarabi? And you, Rafiki?
*whiskers twitch in a smile* No, indeed. My son is well. Simba's taken his role as king of the Pride Lands very seriously. As we speak, he's gone on a mission far away.
IC: *A great figure strides up* Indeed. How are you, Sarabi? And you, Rafiki?
OOC: Uh, yeah, Mufasa never got smashed...
OOC: Heyyyy, look who's back!
IC: *purring, pads up to Mufasa to give him an affectionate nuzzle* You are back! I am glad to see you here.
*smiles broadly* Wow! How do you do that?! You're right, I'm feeling just superb today!
Ensuring everyone is in good health is my responsibility. Part of my hardware includes a high-resolution infrared sensor. I also detected your heart rate is racing, and seeing your positive mood, you seemed to be excited about something.
*listens with interest* Well, you got that just right!
*isn't exactly sure how she should talk to a robot* So, Baymax, isn't it? --Uh, where are you from, Mr. Baymax?
OOC: Yeah, Brave would be a great place to start. XD
I thought so! Oh -- I'm from Motunui, an island in the southern Pacific. It's been home to my family's tribe for generations.
*thinks perhaps Scotland must have a chilly climate; then wonders if everyone there dresses as warmly as Merida does*
*screws up face, trying to recall Mum's boring geography lessons* That's. . . not in England, is it?
*wonders if Moana's mum would get mad at her for wearing that odd straw dress and peculiar top, or if everyone in this "southern Pacific" of England dresses like that*
*laughs, then realizes she's being rude and quickly pulls mouth back into a serious expression* No, it's... *pauses to think* You know, I'm not sure, actually. I guess I never really thought about where Motunui is...it's always just been, you know, our island. Maybe it is in England. *scratches head uncertainly*
*finally can't stand her curiosity anymore and hopes Merida won't think her impolite* So, this Scotland you're from -- is it warm there?
OOC: No, you're far from alone. XD Oh, that was a surprisingly simple solution. Yes yes, it makes sense -- and until Rome gets back, we'll say Mufasa is with him. And Zazu too, because...you know...majordomo and all. Nah, I'd say it was only moderate fourth-wall-breaking. xD
Ah . . . a story cannot begin, until the course has been set for it to take place. *stares off into space for a moment before smiling back at Sarabi* So, how is dat cub of yours? *chuckles softly* Though he's not so much of a cub anymore, is 'e?
OOC: Sounds good. OK, cool.
*whiskers twitch in a smile* No, indeed. My son is well. Simba's taken his role as king of the Pride Lands very seriously. As we speak, he's gone on a mission far away.
*nods, still smiling faintly* That is good to hear. May the Great Kings watch over him and grant 'im a safe return.
*puts fist on hip indignantly* What, you 'ave never seen a talking animal before? Ohohoho, you'd better get used to that pretty fast, missy! We have a lot of dose types of things around 'ere, yes indeed! *smiles, still giggling to himself*
*after leaving her mouth hanging open for several seconds, she sputters* It was bad enough having to chase after a taking llama -- now we're in a land surrounded by more talking animals?? Ugh! *scowls darkly at Rafiki* When I am empress, that will change!
OOC: I always read everything you write out loud in Yzma's voice. And it's hilarious. XD
*glances briefly at the three talking lions currently in the room*
Empress, eh? You are . . . royalty? *he scans her up and down skeptically, not quite believing it*
*whiskers twitch in a smile* No, indeed. My son is well. Simba's taken his role as king of the Pride Lands very seriously. As we speak, he's gone on a mission far away.
IC: *A great figure strides up* Indeed. How are you, Sarabi? And you, Rafiki?
OOC: Uh, yeah, Mufasa never got smashed...
*turns around, a warm smile spreading across his face as he bows* Welcome back, Sire. I am doing quite well, thank you. How was your trip?
OOC: Yeah, uh...we reinvented the whole story. Teamwork!
OOC: No, you're far from alone. XD Oh, that was a surprisingly simple solution. Yes yes, it makes sense -- and until Rome gets back, we'll say Mufasa is with him. And Zazu too, because...you know...majordomo and all. Nah, I'd say it was only moderate fourth-wall-breaking. xD
Ah . . . a story cannot begin, until the course has been set for it to take place. *stares off into space for a moment before smiling back at Sarabi* So, how is dat cub of yours? *chuckles softly* Though he's not so much of a cub anymore, is 'e?
OOC: Sounds good. OK, cool.
*whiskers twitch in a smile* No, indeed. My son is well. Simba's taken his role as king of the Pride Lands very seriously. As we speak, he's gone on a mission far away.
Yes, I am. I have to say. . . *note of embarrassment mixed with unsurpassed curiosity* . . . I've no idea where you're from. 
Let's say he's gone on a long trip across the Pride Lands. King business, y'know. ![[fp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/72cJSUMelnneD_GuLdak.png)
OK, cool. 
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You're right, I'm feeling just superb today! 
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