[PRP] Empress Exaltation (Punkie - Regina)

[Micillia]

"Oh mirthful messiahs! Its the ******** empress herself!"

 

[Micillia]

Punkie had been adding more things to her corner-side preachings. Although she was a devout believer in the mirthful Messiahs, she knew other weaker minded trolls needed something a little more physical. The Empress was a Deity in her own right. The one born to lead the race of trolls to victory, space, and beyond. How could anyone not devote themselves to this higher calling!? Punkie still wanted to help her fellow trolls find their higher calling. Through the Messiahs or the Empress, punkie wanted to reach out to her peers and guide them into the light.

As the juggalo started incorporating the empress into her sermons she realized that her queen had no written text. A moment of panic hit the girl, what if- No! Belief had no what ifs, this just meant that there was some troll destined to make their higher calling the sacred writing of Regina Marian. Punkie made sure to take note of that, she would have to find the right troll worthy of the empress's sacred words. Punkie assured herself, this just meant that the Empress's story was only beginning, she would rise up and have her legacy, and it would be during punkie's lifetime to boot. But what to do in the meantime...

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The orange blooded juggalo had donned her best clothes, had spent hours meticulously applying her face paint, and had turned around twice for Carver's approval. Setting the crustacean in his reverend place on her holy vehicle, the little red wagon, she set out to her Empress's castle. It was here that the juggalo had met her first roadblock, literally. The guards outside the castle were heathens. Couldn't they see she was on a religious trek?! The holy words came spilling out of the small troll's mouth, aimed at the large roadblocks that called themselves trolls. It was just blasphemy. These spots of taint should not be allowed so close to her royal heinous, and Punkie made sure they heard her on that point.

amicableAggressor

 

[amicableAggressor]

Someone was swearing outside Regina's window. The high voice reminded her of Aiguma - whatever they were saying, it was definitely very religious. She frowned. Comedi's death had caused a few honks of disapproval, as airtight as her alibi had been, and as damning as his rap sheet had become. She had been working to mend relations as best she could, but the cult had always been notoriously protective of it's own.

Thankfully, this didn't sound like a furious clown mob. Just one small, reedy voice, giving a sermon on their displeasure. Straightening up with a sigh, she arched her back, feeling vertebrae pop as she stretched. Shuffling over to the window, Regina took a moment to tuck her hair back, then popped a pane open and stuck her head out.

"Some sorta problem down there?"

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie heard the voice, but her eyes were still glaring intently at the guard who was not letting her through. "There most ******** certainly is!" The juggalo squeaked. Then the girl looked up, to find out who had addressed her, and a smile broke out on her face. "My most holy ******** Empress!" The small troll yelled, clapping her hands excitedly.

The orangeblood smoothed out her shirt and continued. "Your most goddamned glory! I find myself lacking of ******** written text in your censurable hand! I came to fix this atrocious blasphemy and get your word to then plebeians!" Punkie beamed up at the queen. She had also packed several punkin pies to offer to the empress, just in case she liked pie.

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