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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2024 8:55 am

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Prompt: Two fierce rivals find themselves in the same room for the first time since the war. With a score to settle and their pride on the line, will they be able to find a way to set all of that aside in peacetime? It's less likely than you think.

Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2024 3:56 pm

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It was a dull morning at Utopia. Mirabella could vaguely remember some schedule of worthless classes for today, but she couldn't find it in herself to care much for whatever nonsensical lessons their utterly worthless headmistress had planned. The duchess of Alore had already done so much in the name of attending these utterly not worthwhile lectures, and so she decided to take today for herself. But she didn't simply play hooky like a child might; that'd be rude. Instead, she wrote a detailed letter regarding her plans for today and had her chosen send copies to each so-called instructor that would have their time in the limelight on this day.

And as per her written plans, she was currently enjoying a long overdue sunbathing session over at the beach area. The Mother Sun's chosen warrior had to admit, this wasn't the worst beach she'd ever been to. There were clear skies, soft sand, and for this time of year a rather pleasant heat. As she soaked in the solar rays, Mother's warmth brought Mirabella a sense of serenity, of belonging. Caring not to hide her full radiance in her solitude, the duchess allowed her abilities to flourish in the daylight. Her normally dark hair turned a brilliant crimson, as her eyes took on a striking glow. Stretching out and relaxing herself back onto the beach towel she'd gotten for herself, she laid there and allowed herself a moment's reprieve from all the boredom that permeated her life at this wretched institution.

"Ah, how I long to return home. But alas, my work here is not yet done", she began to say aloud as she continued to bask in the riches of the daylight.

"I will return to the homeland once I've shown the world what a charlatan your greatest traitor truly is, Mother Sun. And if all goes as planned, I'll come back with more than just a story to laugh about. It's my belief that if I stick around long enough and devote myself to your radiance, I'll be able to speak not only about how quickly this place crumbled but of how swiftly I vanquished all who forsook you."

Closing her eyes, she envisioned her return to radiant Alore. Of the praise she would rightfully receive for restoring her nation's honor. The awards adorned to her person once she bested the traitorous Marie Anne Gunter in single combat. Some might consider it abuse of the elderly, sure, but Mirabella imagined any perceived wrongdoings her punching a few teeth out would be mitigated by the fact she did it to the most deserving woman still alive on this planet.

"If I could be so endulged with just one thing, Mother, it would be for something to cure my boredom in the time between. Seeing my lamb flourish under my wing brings me a great deal of pride and joy, but of the long-term variety. Perhaps, if you consider me so deserving, you would offer me something more immediate to hold me over?"

Oftentimes did the people of Alore pray to Mother, hoping she would bless them for their devotion to her endless might. And while those wishes didn't always go answered, Mirabella couldn't help but hope that hers wouldn't go ignored. After all, she was the most devoted to her radiance at this academy. Surely she could be spoiled every now and again, no?

Then, the splash of the waves hit a decidedly different note than they had previously. Mirabella's eyes snapped open, and when she found the origin of the noise she was delighted to see that her prayers had indeed been answered. A figure had emerged from the ocean's depths, one that Mirabella knew all too well.

You never cease to amaze me, Mother Sun! Thank you for this gracious offering, I'll not waste it.

With a gleeful smile on her face, Mirabella charged at the young woman known as:

"BONIIIIIIIITAAAAAAAAAA!!"

The duchess shouted at the top of her lungs, ensuring the bubblegum b***h would be able to hear her despite how waterlogged her ears probably were from talking to fish for too long or whatever it was that Stilicidians did in their free time. In a mad dash, she sprinted over to her forever rival in a state of sheer bliss. Finally, there was someone she wanted to just pound into a pulp who was actually in arm's reach. Stopping short of tackling the shorter woman, there was a clear excitement in her very being as she further addressed her sea-faring nemesis.

"Oh my sun, you really came! I should've known that your prissy a** would show up here eventually! Have you come to kiss up to the royal family or did you just miss me kicking your a** that much?"

In a way, she certainly had missed Bonnie. Fighting her felt good, felt right. When the two of them got at it, nothing else mattered. Not their countries, not their concerns. From the second their eyes met to the moment one of them passed out, their brawls were the stuff of legend. And for good reason. In a way, Mirabella wouldn't be the powerful warrior she was today if it weren't for Bonita. After all, every great hero was nothing without an almost-as-great, but not great enough, rival to constantly push them beyond their limits.

"Gotta say though, if you're just arriving then coming here through the ocean is a bit on the nose don't you think?"

Lifting an eyebrow coyly, she hoped her words would get under Bonnie's skin. She hoped her mere presence got under her skin. It had been so long since their last quarrel, and Mirabella had dearly missed tearing apart her aquatic armies limb from bubbly limb. Since the war's end the duchess of light had even gotten sad about it, as the armistice came just as the pair had once again gotten an even score in terms of victories against one another. But no longer. With a beam on her face and a gleam in her eye, Mirabella Rosseau was the most excited she'd been in ages. She even let out a giggle, unable to contain her joy for this truly grand blessing.

"Oh who am I kidding, I couldn't care less! I haven't gotten myself a good workout in ages and you are looking just as punchable as ever. Care to pick up where we left off, knockoff?"

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After attending a couple days of classes and boning a few boys at this stupid academy, Bonnie honestly knew exactly how much she didn't really care for the actual purpose of this school. Like, yeah, blah blah peace or something was nice. But peace could be bought with a few smart arranged marriages. Whatever this school was doing was just ******** weird. Like, what was the point of learning about ballroom dances she'd been taught when she was seven and her parents were in denial about her actual talents?

Which was exactly why she had taken the opportunity of a sunny day to go for a swim. And yeah, sure they had a pool. But chlorine? Gag. Disgusting. The smell was, like, literally dead skin in the water. Or something. Probably. She definitely didn't actually know how chlorine worked. Sure, it would do in a pinch in the winter since this was actually an area that experienced seasons. But until then? You could not pay her enough money to put a toe into that pool. Also, she'd heard the rumors of what people were doing here already. She knew what she'd done here already. Who knew if dead skin was the only thing in that pool?

Making the logical choice, she'd decided to swim at the nearby beach. The nice, relaxing, extremely soothing -

"Korykiai Mirabella, did you look too closely at mommy sun and get blinded? Or were you really just that blind already that you didn't notice I've been here?" Bringing a hand up, spreading her fingers, and feigning shock, she continued. "Oh, no sorry, I forgot you've been spending too much time trying to chase tail to notice me. How's that been going anyway? It looked to me like you haven't scored s**t."

Bonnie laughed, the familiar feeling of bantering with the Aloran like an odd but well worn comfort blanket settling over her skin. Like any normal person, she would rather die than actually admit that to her solar powered enemy. Even if that same rival was making no effort in hiding her own sheer bliss at the extremely late realization that they were both here at the academy. The offer of a fight was so tempting. Like dangling a carrot in front of a chubby bunny to convince it to hop around the yard. What she wouldn't give to just absolutely drench Bella with defeat and also literal water from her bubbles. Buuuuuuuut...

Jutting her hip out, Bonnie rested her hand there while shooting Mirabella a look like she'd just lost her godsdamned mind. With her free hand she started gesturing down at herself wildly.

"Você caiu e bateu na sua cabecinha linda e não ruiva? Do I look like I am dressed to be fighting right now? Like, don't get me wrong. It sounds like fun but if you touch one seam on this bathing suit I will send you straight down to the whatever seven frozen hells rest under this earth."

She paused, rolling her eyes. Adjusting her posture she bent her knees, resting both hands on them like she was talking to a toddler. It didn't matter that Bella was technically taller than her. Apparently she'd forgotten her brain at home and needed the big girls to explain what things were.

"I'm sure you've forgotten by now, but this is a peace school. You know, like P-E-A-C-E. Peace. School. Like kiss and make up, be friends peace. And as much as I, personally, would love to watch you flounder around my bubbles like the fish out of water you are, I'm pretty sure if you end up dead my a** would be on the table."

It was honestly so hard being so smart and pretty. Clearly her sun blinded companion just couldn't understand the kindness and patience Bonnie had just blessed her with. Especially when her cute a** bathing suit was on the line. It was designer, after all.

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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2024 6:59 pm

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The immediate change in tune Bonnie's face had was such a wonderful sight for Mirabella to behold. She hoped that one day the younger woman would puff her face so much she'd pop like a bubble, but it would seem she needed to work on her technique a bit before she'd get results like that. Instead, all she got was water all over her as the little creature shook herself dry like a dog. Wiping her face off, Mirabella's smile remained. It would seem at least that she provoked some form of retaliation, even if it wasn't the pure violence she had hoped for.

"Korykiai Mirabella, did you look too closely at mommy sun and get blinded? Or were you really just that blind already that you didn't notice I've been here? Oh, no sorry, I forgot you've been spending too much time trying to chase tail to notice me. How's that been going anyway? It looked to me like you haven't scored s**t."

The warrior of light looked upon Bonita with a curious expression, raising an eyebrow at such a poor attempt at mockery. Chase tail? How preposterous! The only thing Mirabella ever chased after with the entirety of her being was conquest, and that had been stolen from her. If "tail" was something she wanted, she'd hardly have to chase for it. She was mother's chosen soldier, and the most beautiful warrior in all of Alore.

You'd think that by now she'd be able to let go of the fact that I'm simply far more gorgeous than her. Such a shame.

Snickering at her own silly thought, the two of them basked in the sunlight together silently for a moment. While it wasn't the senseless violence she so craved, this was still...pleasant, in a way. Familiar. There had been so much that went on since the war's end that felt entirely foreign to Mirabella; treaties, talks, chats. Everyone always acting like they got along, like they hadn't wanted to stomp each other to the ground a week prior. This artificial armistice left her ever-furious, wanting to gag every time one of the boot-kissing suck ups in the Aloran court opened their mouths.

Didn't they get it? They weren't meant to be shaking hands with foreign nations as if they were lifelong friends, Alore had won! In those final, decisive moments, they reigned supreme! But then Marie had to steal it all away for herself as if she hadn't had her country to thank for taking her to where she was when she claimed total victory! She betrayed Mother, and for what? Helping their enemies receive their diplomas???

And now, when the one person in the world she could always count on for a fight practically showed up at her doorstep, she didn't want to? Mouth agape, Mirabella's upper lip twitched in disgust as Bonnie made excuse after excuse. Their current attire aside, since when did she care about peace? And was expulsion from this sham of a school really the worst thing in the world? It wasn't like the bubblehead could really kill her anyways, if anything the opposite was more likely.

Closing her eyes, she collected herself. Bonita did not deserve to see her have a meltdown like she so desperately wanted to have. She breathed in, then out. The glow in her hair dissipated, returning to its natural dark brown hue. When she once again opened her eyes, they too lost their luster.

"Fine. But don't think we're done, mini me."

Swatting away at the finger so erroneously pointed in her direction, she let a composed smirk return to her face.

"Now what's all this about 'scoring'? Oh no, don't tell me you sirened some poor sap to bed you! I almost feel sorry for them, they probably still smell like sea urchin."

Circling around her nemesis like the sharks her swimsuit was modeled after, she lifted her chin and looked down upon Bonita with a clear sense of superiority. Raising an eyebrow once more, she continued to smile devilishly at the Stilicidian.

"Besides, when did you care so much about peace in the first place? Or is it that you've finally understood that I'm someone to be feared rather than challenged?"

While she doubted that Bonnie would take the bait, Mirabella nonetheless couldn't pass up on the opportunity to tease the woman. She stopped her circling, looking away from the other duchess and staring off into the never-ending sky above. Her smile faded, as did the arrogance she usually wore proudly on her face. She now seemed more...wistful. Normally the thought opening up to Bonnie of all people would make her want to gag, but who else would truly understand her now? Certainly not Sera, that much was for certain.

"But really, do you think...this is it for us, then? Reduced to mere students? Royals whose only responsibilities are to sit around all day, chit chat and sign paperwork?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. She'd found her calling on the battlefield, and now they'd all been wiped clean. And while she did understand the benefits of peacetime, it felt so uneasy. What would happen if war broke out again? Would Alore have to prove its supreme radiance once again? And what of those who died to lead the land of the light to victory, how could they rest in peace while this blasphemous academy still stood? Mirabella just felt ever so directionless in such an environment. In battle she thrived, but here? If she was truly being honest with herself, she sometimes felt like a fish out of water. Certainly Bonita of all people could understand what that was like, especially considering she just emerged from the depths herself.

"Doesn't all this feel wrong to you too, Bonita? Even a lesser warrior like yourself must feel caged now. Or is 'scoring' really all that's important to you now?"

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It was effort to keep her face perfectly still as Bella felt the need to hear her own voice. Korykiai she loved to talk. Which wouldn't be so bad if she would just admit it. Like, Bonnie could talk someone's ear off. That was something she knew about herself. Sunshine over here could give a fourty-five page speech on her own before remembering she was in a conversation and wouldn't say a damn thing about how much she just liked to hear her own voice. Especially when it was some lame, half attempt at trying to be insulting.

"But really, do you think...this is it for us, then? Reduced to mere students? Royals whose only responsibilities are to sit around all day, chit chat and sign paperwork? Doesn't all this feel wrong to you too, Bonita? Even a lesser warrior like yourself must feel caged now. Or is 'scoring' really all that's important to you now?"

The fact that Mirabella of all people could relate to how she was feeling? It was disgusting.

It wasn't so much that Bonnie liked the war. No, it was horrible and tragic and having two brothers who participated in it was terrifying. If she had lost them? Honestly, it was hard to even think about it. Family was everything to her, even when she didn't quite fit into the perfect mold she was supposed to. The fact that she didn't have to experience that kind of soul wrenching loss was a blessing from Korykiai and her nymphs. One that the duchess wasn't going to sniff at.

Yet... That was where she had fit. Cross stitching and tea parties just didn't hold any appeal to her. But learning a new language? Discovering just how many bubbles she could control at a time and pushing herself constantly to use more and more each time? That had been where she had felt the most alive. No. That wasn't right. That was where she had some kind of purpose. A purpose she desperately clung to in the wake of feeling so useless next to her siblings.

"Don't you think you're being dramatic?" Bonnie finally settled on, rolling her eyes. "You act like we're never allowed to set foot in a stadium or do any kind of fighting ever again. Last time I checked, Alore will still let you fight. Go start a wrestling league or something if you miss it that much."

The fact that the murder happy sunshine b***h could relate to her better than anyone else she knew left her with a sick feeling. Like ice water ran through her veins. Did... Did she need to re-evaluate herself? For all of Mirabella's bullshit about Bonnie being her mini-me, it wasn't like they were all that similar. Bonnie's look, firstly, was all natural and she didn't need some stupid "blessing from mommy sun" to have red hair. The only things they had in common was that they were both women who fought in the war who also liked to mouth off.

Hadn't that been the extent of it though?

Thinking about it, she didn't know the first thing about the other woman. Not really. Maybe it had just been easy for her to assume that was where their similarities ended. Frankly, Bonnie wanted to go back to thinking that was where their similarities ended. She didn't want to have anything in common with the Aloran. Especially not something like this. Folding her arms over her chest, she found herself meeting the duchess's eyes again. This time her brow was more furrowed, a look of pity on her face.

"You're supposed to be some great soldier, right?" The scoff in her voice had been an accident, but oh well. Mirabella probably deserved it. She usually did. "So ******** act like it. We adapt. Do I love this? I think you, of all people, would know I don't. Other than knowing my clothes won't get ruined. That part is kind of nice. But other than that? It's over. Unless you've got some secret Chronesian blood you're trying to unlock there's nothing we can do to change that."

Ughhh. Bonnie sounded like her mother. She hated sounding like her mother. For giving such a rousing pick up speech, Mirabella should be grovelling to her.

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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2024 4:38 pm

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A breeze blew by, just strong enough to force Mirabella's dark locks to brush forward for a moment. The weather was nice, really. She looked around, finding the beach itself to be rather pleasant itself. And while she deeply despised the woman who'd The duchess of light rarely gave herself time to pay attention to such things while in the heat of battle, most of all when she was locked in combat with her eternal rival. But it hadn't been until eternity for them, now had it? Here she and Bonita were, just at a beach, no longer soldiers. They were duchesses in peacetime.

"Don't you think you're being dramatic?"

Scarlet eyes were quick to bring their gaze right back to the sniveling little runt with that comment, a glint of light in them and scorn to spare on her face. Old habits died hard, and the urge to take a swing at the young woman burned brightly within Mirabella. But she didn't. She hated the way Bonita seemed so dead set on minimizing things, minimizing how they themselves had been minimized to the titles of their bloodline rather than the ones they themselves earned with their bare hands. Well, bare bubbles in Bonita's case. Nevertheless, her expression softened. The water duchess had denied her request for battle and she would honor it. For now.

"You act like we're never allowed to set foot in a stadium or do any kind of fighting ever again. Last time I checked, Alore will still let you fight. Go start a wrestling league or something if you miss it that much."

Mirabella found herself rolling her own eyes at such a remark. Crossing her arms in disapproval, she let her gaze wander elsewhere for a moment. A wrestling league? Like that was even remotely the same thing as the all out bloodfest that was the forever war. Wrestling hadn't been the same since Ad Saxum's fabled final match against The Sundertaker. The greats had long since retired and none of the current generation looked to be of any sport. If Mirabella so much as suplexed one of them, they'd probably go cry about it in a corner afterwards. They were no replacement for real combat. And if Bonita were a real fan, she'd know that. How dare she.

And sure, I could just be the world champion of the modern age. Get a few belts. Maybe even inspire a new generation of wrestlers who'd get their s**t together, but...

That idea wasn't entirely a bad one. Since she was better than Marie in every way imaginable, it would come to reason that she'd make a better inspiration to others than their traitorous headmistress could ever hope to be. But she'd then have to state that it was Bonita who inspired her to do so, which was completely unacceptable. Even if they were no longer allowed to be bitter rivals on the battlefield, it didn't mean that Mirabella would let the bubblegum b***h come anywhere near her future accomplishments.

"You're supposed to be some great soldier, right?"

Mirabella never really thought about it before, but talking to Bonita was like experiencing near-constant whiplash. The scoff the b***h let out was like a desperate plea to get a roundhouse kick to the jaw.

"So ******** act like it. We adapt. Do I love this? I think you, of all people, would know I don't. Other than knowing my clothes won't get ruined. That part is kind of nice. But other than that? It's over. Unless you've got some secret Chronesian blood you're trying to unlock there's nothing we can do to change that."

"Tch."

Mirabella knew how to be obnoxious too, so she made sure the click of her tongue was as audible as possible. But the worst part was why she found Bonita so annoying in that moment: she was making ******** sense! How dare she?

"Well let's get something straight first: I wasn't a 'great' soldier. As far as Alore is concerned, I was the best."

The warrior of light's hands clutched her upper arms as if to brace herself for what was about to come out of her mouth next.

"And I know that it's over, Bonita. I don't need you to remind me of that."

Mirabella had enough reminders as such already, the whole lot of them wasting their lives away in the halls of this gods-forsaken academy as if their spectacular failures in the war earned them a spot in this school for peace. Marie, her lapdog Nehal, the most worthless little healer girl to ever frolic about, and Sera: they all failed so spectacularly. They failed to live by the creed of Mother and failed to finish their mission of uniting the world under the banner of everlasting light. But worst of all, they made Mirabella fail as well. And for that the whole lot of them would never be forgiven.

"Besides, it's not like I don't have any plans for the future. There's retribution to be had at this school and I fully intend to claim it."

There was determination in her eyes now, her scarlet gaze confident as she once again looked at her diminutive aquatic counterpart. If there was one good thing about Bonita Smith, it was her ability to bring out the best in Mirabella. It was probably never intentional, mind you, but it was there. Even on her worst days, the duchess of light's battles with the duchess of the depths always brought out the best in her. Made her shine brighter than she ever had before. Compared to the only two other people who'd achieved such results in her life so far, Mirabella had to admit that Bonita was unfortunately the best of them.

She furrowed her brow for a moment at the thought of that, looking downward as the grip she had on herself eased up. Bringing her hands down to her hips, she looked back at Bonita rather expectantly. If the bubblegum b***h thought Mirabella Rousseau would allow herself to be the only person analyzed today she was surely mistaken. Which did make sense, considering Bonita was so often wrong about things when it regarded details about the two of them. If this was just a simple matter of deflecting, Mirabella would just do what she always did: smash her way through.

"So then, in what ways have you adapted? I can't imagine you being satisfied with just 'scoring' or whatever. Tell me, 'Bonnie': what does your future hold?"

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The disappointed click of Mirabella's tongue was stupid loud. Emphasis on stupid. The bright side was that it meant she had wiggled her way under the taller girl's skin. Good. It wasn't the same as going blow to blow physically. But it was something. And if Sunny over here was going to dig at her sore spots? Bonnie would do it right back. The upside to having the same weakness was that she knew what would really hurt.

"Well let's get something straight first: I wasn't a 'great' soldier. As far as Alore is concerned, I was the best. And I know that it's over, Bonita. I don't need you to remind me of that."

Unable to help it, Bonnie rolled her eyes. Yeah right, the straightest thing about you is your hair. The thought came unbidden as Bitchy and the Sunshine Band folded her own arms across her chest. There was something eerie about the way they had both taken up the same defensive positioning. The way that not five minutes into seeing each other at this gods-forsaken school had left them so vulnerable that they were able to read each other like open books.

But in a way hadn't they always? Even during the war they were often so evenly matched that they currently held an even score against each other. Reading each other had become second nature by this point. Maybe it would be weirder if they couldn't read each other by now. The only difference was that now they couldn't hide behind explosive strength, bubbles, or swords. Now they had to sit here and talk.

Disgusting.

"Besides, it's not like I don't have any plans for the future. There's retribution to be had at this school and I fully intend to claim it. So then, in what ways have you adapted? I can't imagine you being satisfied with just 'scoring' or whatever. Tell me, 'Bonnie': what does your future hold?"

Wow. Shocking. Who would have guessed. Duchess Mirabella Rousseau had "retribution" to mete out to someone here. In Bonnie's Utopia? It was more likely than the average person would think. Because that was what Mirabella needed to thrive, wasn't it? As long as she'd known the other woman she was always driven by some sort of competition. Whether it was being frustrated at being called caracol seco and learning the language of the water kingdom or whatever driving force kept her fighting for Alore for so long. Sunny needed that driving force so it made sense she'd found one.

The problem was finding Bonnie's.

Not that it was something she would ever admit. The war had been her purpose. Coming here had been something she volunteered for. Yeah the school parts were boring as hell, but this was something she could figure out. That she could use to make a difference. Maybe all she was good for was a fight. But maybe she was also great for mending broken bridges and singing kumbaya or whatever people did when they were kissing and making nice.

"What does it look like my future holds?" Unfolding her arms, she gestured around them. Okay. Maybe that hadn't been the best plan. They weren't actually in the school right now and this was not helping her point. Still she pressed on. "I'm a female soldier in a war that's over. I can't just start at square one and go on to lead a normal life like nothing ever happened. You should know that better than anyone. Korykiai knows, we haven't exactly got clean hands." That was an understatement. Maybe the understatement of the century. But Bonnie didn't like to think about how many people she had cut down with her bubbles when she was producing scattershot. Just the victory of it all.

Unfortunately it was getting harder not to think about it now that there wasn't a new battle every week.

"So I came here, didn't I? I'm trying to use the things I'm good at to do some good. I speak five languages. I know how to defend myself. That could be useful here." At some point she had stopped trying to tell Mirabella what she was doing here. No, she was reminding herself.

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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2024 8:12 pm

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The rolling of Bonita's eyes as she spoke didn't escape Mirabella's field of view. However, the sight of it only brought her further satisfaction. It meant she was bothering the unsightly little guppy, which just felt right. Right? The gleeful smile that had initially grown on her face at the thought began to soften some.

"What does it look like my future holds?"

As the sea's most fearsome crybaby gestured towards the absolutely nothing around them, her expression dulled further. Sure, there was the excitement of watching Marie's mess implode on her sorry face, but after that? Mirabella hadn't thought much about any further point in time, really. Then again, she was preoccupied with enough already; there were simply so many people who had to pay for their crimes! She hadn't really given herself the time to, and hearing Bonita speak the way she did about what lied ahead for her made Mirabella wish she hadn't asked her rival to speak on the matter to begin with.

"I'm a female soldier in a war that's over. I can't just start at square one and go on to lead a normal life like nothing ever happened. You should know that better than anyone. Korykiai knows, we haven't exactly got clean hands."

Clean hands? Who needed those anyway? Mirabella's posture straightened back up as those words escaped Bonita's lips. Where was the other woman's pride? Her fire? Neither of them were worried about such things on the battlefield. Even now, Mirabella felt no regrets about what she did on the battlefield. She found her freedom there, found strength beyond simply relying on the Mother Sun's magnificence. She didn't just fight as a soldier; she shined. And as much as she didn't like to admit it, so did Bonita. The smaller woman wasn't giving herself nearly enough credit, and it was pissing Mirabella off more than complimenting her would. And so, if her destined rival was truly feeling so glum about the life of violence they both had to forfeit, she was going to do something about it.

"So I came here, didn't I? I'm trying to use the things I'm good at to do some good. I speak five languages. I know how to defend myself. That could be useful here."

"Useful? Is that all you see yourself as now? Don't you ever speak of yourself like that in my presence again, Bonita Smith."

With a scowl and a huff, she marched over to her seafaring counterpart. Scarlet eyes stared down at her cheap knockoff with a deadly serious expression. She couldn't believe what she'd heard out of the bubblegum b***h; it was worse than any insult Bonita had ever thrown at her. For her to speak so plainly about her incredible talent and devotion to improvement was simply absurd, and she simply wouldn't have it.

It took a moment to get the words out, though. As much as she didn't like the look on Bonita's face, complimenting the woman so directly still proved difficult. It was funny, really; Mirabella always prided herself on how blunt she was, and yet here and now that felt like the hardest thing in the world to do. Adjusting her stance, she took a breath. She could do this. She was the warrior of light, a child of the Mother Sun herself. She could do this.

"You're...incredible. Astounding. Gods, do you think I'd just let anyone refer to themselves as my eternal rival?"

As quickly as she said that, she made a 90-degree turn so she wouldn't have to see the s**t-eating grin Bonita would likely have at the sound of such praise. She'd probably drink it all in, milk that compliment for all it was worth. Or she better, at least. Being so glum was simply a horrible look for her, and Mirabella wouldn't allow such hideousness to be seen on campus. None of those degenerates, not even her lamb, had earned the right to see either of them in such a sullen state. It was terrible enough that she had to see the duchess of the depths so blue. Did the idiot think if her mood was matchies with the ocean she'd further fit her shark theme or something? It was infuriating. Yes, that was what she was feeling right now. Anger. Just anger.

"Just don't let that get to your head. It might end up going 'pop' like your silly little bubbles."

Crossing her arms again, she looked out to the waters before them. As they bobbed against the sand, Mirabella couldn't help but find the sight of them calming in a way. Not as calming as being embraced by Mother's warmth, of course, but nice nonetheless.

In any case, the duchess of light imagined that an aquatic mammal like Bonita also found comfort in such things. But was there more than that? In the years that they'd fought, the two of them never really spoke of their hobbies or anything like that. Usually any talking between the two of them consisted of insults, shouting matches, and cries of victory or defeat as the fury of the sea clashed with the power of the sun. There wasn't exactly much room for small talk in a war zone, after all.

But as they'd both established, they weren't in a war zone anymore. They were at a school, so why not try and learn something? It wasn't like the remedial curriculum here was doing a good job of doing that for them, so they might as well try to engage in some higher education of their own. Mirabella turned her head to face Bonita once more, her expression less intense now as she raised her eyebrow at the shorter woman.

"So are you going to tell me about this stupid outfit of yours or not? Tenho certeza de que você está muito orgulhoso disso."

Just because she was curious about something didn't mean she had to be nice about it. Still, she hoped Bonita knew by now that she wouldn't ask about something if she didn't genuinely want to know the answer. Not when it was something so obviously important to her, anyway. Even during the war, the woman somehow found the time to make such outrageous outfits to wear into battle. Mirabella had done the same, of course, and always looked far more distinguished in her simple but elegant fits in comparison to the garish get-ups her nemesis would go out in.

Still, it was clear to her that the Stilicidian had as much of a passion for fashion as she did for languages. And while the warrior of light wouldn't be caught dead looking like whatever preschool theme of the day Bonnie decided to make a look out of, she could still appreciate the effort she put into such things. That was the Bonita Smith she stared down at in the hardest fights of her life—the Bonita that pushed her limits time and time again. She wanted that Bonita back; the one in front of her now was a pale imitation. And considering Bonita herself was a pale imitation of the incredible Mirabella Rousseau, it was clear that their shared mold was showing signs of degradation that she simply wouldn't accept. She would mend this woman's wounded heart as best as she could; hopefully then they could just go back to beating the s**t out of each other like normal.

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"Useful? Is that all you see yourself as now? Don't you ever speak of yourself like that in my presence again, Bonita Smith."

Irritation settled under Bonnie's ribs. Not like the usual glib comments from Mirabella, this actually seemed to have some strange bite to it. Like telling the taller, less pretty woman the truth had somehow hurt her feelings. Enough so that she had marched over to hover above, like a vulture waiting to attack. As if Bonnie wasn't already ready and willing to attack herself worse than anything Sunny could dish out at her.

It was easy to find the actually useful people in her life. Jasper had the duchy and his family. Tony was a well respected soldier and well sought after suitor. Ashlynn had to beat the men away from herself with a parasol to get some privacy. Even Tessa and John were doing so well with their tutors that it was starting to look like a shame that Tessa was born a woman and not a man. Just like me. The thought rose to her unprompted, the harsh realization of it making her cross her arms over her chest defensively as she waited for whatever Mirabella seemed to be taking her sweet time cooking up.

"You're...incredible. Astounding. Gods, do you think I'd just let anyone refer to themselves as my eternal rival? Just don't let that get to your head. It might end up going 'pop' like your silly little bubbles."

That had not been what she was expecting. Thank Korykiai that Bella had turned around, because it gave her time to swallow down the lump that had formed in her throat. Hot tears were stinging her eyes, unwelcome and unwanted for once. What good was being able to cry on command if she couldn't stop herself from crying on command either?

They stood like that for a long moment, the only noise between them the soft sound of the waves hitting the sand. There was comfort in that sound, in the way that the calm looking ocean held turbulence beyond measure just below the surface. Just out of reach. Much like Bonnie did. And from the way they were standing mirrored to each other, Bella did too. The sunshine poster girl had more in common with the waves that she'd ever admit. Because Bonnie had more in common with the sun than she cared for. And apparently they were far more similar than the battlefield had ever given them the chance to realize.

"So are you going to tell me about this stupid outfit of yours or not? Tenho certeza de que você está muito orgulhoso disso."

"Tu dis ça comme s'il y avait de quoi avoir honte. Dommage qu'on ne voit pas la qualité."

It was hard to say if her reply was made out of spite for Mirabella having the nerve to call her swimsuit stupid, or as an amusing reminder that she could do whatever Mommy Sun's loyal dog was trying to do too. Yet the intent was clear. For once in her life, possibly for the first time, Mirabella Rousseau was actually trying to be nice. Bonnie couldn't help but wonder if there was an alarm bell going off in Alore right now. Clearly the world was ending, war or not, if the rendition of her that had been left in the taffy puller for too long was trying to be kind about something.

Then again, anyone who thought a striped bikini top and plain red bottoms were a "fit" was lacking in style.

"I work with a specialty designer, João Ana. He is the only one who can take a vision and actually make it happen. You should know how it is finding people who are actually competent, I've seen how you treat your ladies. You keep the ones who do their work well and you take care of them."

The compliment was thinly veiled, but veiled none the less. This was still the a** who had called her swimsuit stupid. But that had also meant she'd noticed it, and for that Bonnie had some appreciation. It would have been delusional to believe that most people would understand her style, let alone covet it. Having fun was 'cringe' or something, and people her age didn't know how to get the sticks out of their asses to be just a little bit silly if it killed them.

Unsurprisingly, Sunny was firmly in the stick up her a** camp. Though, Bonnie noted as she checked her nails like they were interesting or something, that maybe the stick wasn't as firmly lodged up there as she had initially thought. Maybe there was hope for her after all.

"If you'd like, I can put you in contact with him. He also makes more..." Bonnie's voice trailed off as her eyes scanned Bella's bathing suit. Korykiai she was so plain it hurt. "Traditional clothing too. I can vouch for the quality, though you'd have to be okay wearing something not made in Alore for once."

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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2024 8:25 pm

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"Tu dis ça comme s'il y avait de quoi avoir honte. Dommage qu'on ne voit pas la qualité."

"N'importe quoi."

Despite her dismissive retort, Mirabella couldn't help but smirk at the little polyglot's remark in the warrior of light's native tongue. Atta girl. This was the Bonita Smith that the world deserved to see. That Bonita herself earned every right to be. Mirabella could practically hear the gears turning into the smaller woman's fish brain, though. Already could she see her knockoff's eyes turn red and watery. Right, here comes the annoying part. Surely the duchess of the depths would turn her Aloran counterpart's compliment into some overblown escapade. Actress was one of the bubblegum b***h's many hats, and one she wore often. Ready as ever did it seem like Bonita was to imitate the crocodiles of her homeland, and Mirabella was sure to be winding up something. She always was when it came to waterworks. Mirabella looked away again, having found the practice ever-so-grating after it worked on her the first time. Technically, it also worked the second time, but Mirabella at least was choosing not to openly recall as much.

"I work with a specialty designer, João Ana. He is the only one who can take a vision and actually make it happen. You should know how it is finding people who are actually competent, I've seen how you treat your ladies. You keep the ones who do their work well and you take care of them."

And then...nothing. Just words. One could hear the sea-faring redhead try to regulate her emotions, sure, but usually she'd be absolutely bawling by now. Taking a quick glance at Bonita before focusing her gaze on the ocean once more, it didn't seem as though the woman had experienced a sudden loss of sanity or anything. Perhaps this was just bait, though. A clever ruse to lure her in before the real theatrics began. Mirabella normally wouldn't put it past Bonita to pull a stunt like that. But this time felt different. Had she been getting genuinely emotional?

"Right..."

The thought was terrifying in a sense. For so long they had just fought and bantered and fought some more. It was a pattern so well-established that by the final days of the war it felt as though the time she spent with Bonita had been the only true constant in the madness of the battlefield. But back then, neither of the two allowed themselves to be vulnerable with one another. They were rivals from enemy nations—two soldiers, no, two warriors who fought not only for their nation but to see which one of them would reign supreme on any given encounter. The pair were absolutely ferocious in their attempts to best one another, and there wasn't a single soul out there that Mirabella would rather have as a rival.

As Mother Sun's chosen soldier continued to stare blankly out at the water, she wondered just how deep that connection truly was. Was it as deep as the ocean, perhaps? And just how deep is that...? It was only now that it dawned on Mirabella that she had no idea. In fact, she'd never even seen the ocean before today. Not really, anyway. It was quite possible that in some far-off battlefield she'd been near it at one point, sure, but even if that were the case, she wouldn't have exactly been in a position to admire it like she was now. And although she hadn't wanted to admit it at first, she was admiring it. It was pretty, soothing even when its waves were as delicate as the ones softly swaying back and forth from the sand.

From what she knew from her studies, it wasn't always like this. Sometimes it was as raging as an inferno, with waves so fierce it could swallow entire ships whole. The various states of the sea could be unpredictable at times, and even the best of sailors could find danger in the briny deep. To master the waters was no laughing matter, and yet Bonita Smith would gladly do so in a heartbeat to boast about her latest bubble creation. She really was quite astounding.

"If you'd like, I can put you in contact with him. He also makes more...traditional clothing too. I can vouch for the quality, though you'd have to be okay wearing something not made in Alore for once."

Turning back to her rival as she spoke, Mirabella's expression was rather warm despite the obvious slight Bonita had made about the warrior of light's fashion sense. "Perhaps one day, mini me. There's a clear attention to detail that is rather...respectable. Actually, speaking of my chosen, I do believe my Avira would be quite delighted to look over your designer's stuff. Might she be able to sometime?" Bringing herself down to sit in a squat, she stared back at the ocean once more. It was just so strange: Mirabella never needed such luxuries as a soldier, but now she couldn't keep herself from enjoying the serenity of the waters. Was this one of the effects that peacetime had on her? In a surprise to Mirabella herself even, the duchess of light didn't mind this change. Perhaps she could learn to appreciate the rest of the changes, too...well, after seeing Marie's social experiment come to ruin anyway.

"I can see why your people revere the water so much. It's allure is nothing compared to the all-consuming radiance that is Mother, of course, but I can see the appeal. Are there such pretty waters in your duchy, Bonita?"

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The warmth in Mirabella's expression was mirrored in Bonnie's. "Perhaps one day, mini me." This still felt strange. Almost wrong. But at least it seemed like that feeling was mutual. "There's a clear attention to detail that is rather...respectable. Actually, speaking of my chosen, I do believe my Avira would be quite delighted to look over your designer's stuff. Might she be able to sometime?" Of course there would be some glib little insult tucked neatly into her comment. The way the the taller woman had paused to find the right word wasn't lost on the Stilicidium duchess. It was the exact same way that she'd just insulted Bella.

Giving a small shrug, she watched as Sunny squatted down to stare off into the water. Letting her gaze follow, Bonnie couldn't hide the small smile that tugged on her lips. "I don't see why not. In fact, I can have something more to your tastes sent for her to look at. Though I think Senhor Ana would be baffled to see me order something normal." The amusement in her voice was unmistakable, a giggle caught in her throat that she refused to let escape. After all, it was a true statement. Senhor Ana had known her since she was a child. He had been the one to make some her first dresses, listened when she had demanded training gear.

"I can see why your people revere the water so much. It's allure is nothing compared to the all-consuming radiance that is Mother, of course, but I can see the appeal. Are there such pretty waters in your duchy, Bonita?"

Bella's voice was possibly the softest Bonnie had ever heard it and it snapped her out of her reverie. And with good reason too, seeing as it was about damn time Sunny recognized how great the water really was. Bending down to sit next to the Aloran, she gave a small shake of her head. "Not quite like this. We aren't coastal, but we do have rivers and, in my opinion, the best waterfall." Waves licked at her legs as she danced her fingers over the foam left in their wake, her powers pulling the teeny tiny bubbles along so she could draw a crude map for the other woman. The finished product almost looked like a misshapen, upside-down heart. Her finger landed in the center, pressing into the wet sand.

"This is my island. Enseada de Conchas." This time she didn't use bubbles as her nail carved the little island into an east and west beach with a circle in the middle. "À Beira-Mar -" Her finger trailed over the east beach. "- and Vila de Praia -" Then the west beach. "- weren't interested in the middle land. So it became ours." Finally her finger landed on the center of the island again. "Pequeno Lago."

A small, breathy laugh like she was in the middle of a fight tumbled out of her. "But what do you export from a small, sandy forest? Worse, how? We learned to make due, building up to the riverbeds to open up trading routes." A mischievous glint hit her eye as her gaze traveled to Sunny. "You noticed the stitching on my swim suit, right? That's because that's what we do. The waters bring us fabric from the world over on boats and we send it back out dyed and beautifully tailored as suits, dresses, curtains. If it's made from fabric, Pequeno Lago probably has a part in it."

Covering the crude drawn with her palm, she leaned back. It was nice. Sitting in the sun, feeling the waves gentle brush on her legs as they talked. Not having to hide how proud she was of the little part of the world her family had carved out and turned into a bustling business despite not having much foundation to do so. They were a lesser duchy after all, so far removed from the king that they were barely related at this point.

It was strange just how nice it actually was. Normally they would have their fists in each other's hair by now screaming insults back and forth. As she watched the sunlight dance over the water, her own question tumbled out. "And of Alore? What is your home like? Please don't tell me that everyone is practically blind from starting at the sun."

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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 8:52 am

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When Bonita sat down next to her, Mirabella instinctively flinched, and her scarlet eyes took on a dim glow for just a moment. The only times they had really been so close to one another were when the warrior of light had fought through an army of bubble buddies to get right in her nemesis's face, so such closeness in such a safer encounter was...an adjustment. She was quick to calm herself, though, staring back at the ocean as her body relaxed itself.

As her rival began to speak to speak of her home, let her gaze ease back on the duchess of the depths. Her hands formed fists as the shorter woman brought out her bubbles, and it took longer for her to ease up upon seeing them. Mirabella had fought more against Bonita's bubbles than Bonita herself, as the woman constantly found new ways to keep her distance from the warrior of light's ferocity. She'd often scream about how her rival's tactics were cowardly and that Bonita should just face her head on...but honestly? For a woman whose primary ability was to make ******** bubbles of all things, she was quite the innovative fighter. The warrior of light had faced many ranged opponents in her time as a soldier, but none made her struggle as hard to close the gap as Bonita. Moreover, none really put up much of a fight when she did close the distance like Bonita did either. It was really ever so frustrating.

"This is my island. Enseada de Conchas. À Beira-Mar - and Vila de Praia - weren't interested in the middle land. So it became ours. Pequeno Lago."

As the deep sea diva switched up to drawing in the sand, Mirabella took a second to look away from the other woman's bubbles before focusing her attention on the map being made for her sake. The warrior of light watched attentively to Bonita's every line from then on, taking in Bonita's every word as she spoke of her home. The light duchess could tell that her aquatic counterpart was putting effort into explaining her duchy to her, and for once she could almost enjoy the work Bonita was putting into her storytelling. For once it was genuine, and Mirabella nodded along to make sure she knew that such honesty was appreciated.

Small lake...? Ah, so that's the same for her too, then.

Bonita went on to speak of her duchy's connection to her obsession with fashion, and the warrior of light found it difficult not to give the woman a knowing smile as she smugly explained just how far reaching their exports had become. Taking a good look at her swimsuit again, it wasn't hard to imagine why. Despite the fact that it looked like it was designed with preschoolers in mind, Mirabella couldn't deny Bonita's statements about its construction. Looking back at her own choice in swimwear, there were hemming lines and areas of consideration that her outfit lacked.

Things got quiet again. Bonita went back to looking at the ocean, and the warrior of light followed suit. The serenity of the beach was a welcome departure from the constant chaos that seemed to be sun-baked into the academy's very foundation. The stillness of it all...Mirabella wasn't normally one to appreciate stillness in any form, but here she could almost lose herself to it. Almost.

"And of Alore? What is your home like? Please don't tell me that everyone is practically blind from starting at the sun."

Ah, so it was her turn. Mirabella smiled coyly at her seafaring rival, allowing a soft, scarlet glow to permeate her hair and eyes. If it was to be her time to shine, she of course had to do so literally as well. Still, she made an effort not to turn the brightness up too high; unlike some idiots she knew, Mirabella was more than capable of keeping her light palatable through force of will alone.

"You wish to know of the greatest country of them all, do you?"

A chuckle that had been growing word after word finally escaped itself at that point, the warrior of light's sly grin remaining as she composed herself after a moment. "Ahem. You'll have to excuse such things, I'm afraid. Anywho," began Mirabella as she began to trace her finger through the sand. Recalling maps of her homeland, she did her best to accurately represent the country's general shape. She was no cartographer, but the resemblance was there well enough. "This, Bonita, is Radiant Alore. And this-" Continuing on from there, she drew a small circle farthest to the east and quite a ways south.

"This is the duchy I hail from, Premier à l'aube. As the first place in all of Alore to receive Mother Sun's blessing each day, our modest corner of the country has become quite the tourist spot. People from all across the land of light flock to our little corner of it to experience such exclusivity with Mother's embrace. And to be clear, we do not stare so blankly at her that we go blind. We worship responsibly. That isn't our only claim to fame, though."

Taking her finger off of the sand, she gestured with both hands to better convey how she felt towards her little corner of radiance. Her smile at this point was softer, her tone devoid of any boisterous notes. She spoke not to brag but simply to display the pride she had for her home. "Motivated by all the traffic we get to provide only the best for our people, my duchy is also well known for its exquisite housing. Carpentry has been our personal claim to fame for generations now, and while our designs are far from the fanciful structures around the capital, they nonetheless hold timeless appeal." With that, her hair returned to its normal brunette again, scarlet eyes losing their sun-given luster. Her smile dropped, and she looked away from both Bonita and the sea for a moment. This was one of the rare occasions where the warrior of light hesistated, unsure if it was safe to reveal what came to mind next for her. They'd been enemies for so long, after all; would this be used against her?

No. Not Bonita.

Honor was something Mirabella learned that her enemies over the years cared less about than her. Mostly, anyway. But with Bonita? It'd been different from the beginning between them. There were many unspoken rules, and any brought up on the spot were for the most part acknowledged. They might've hated each other, but they understood one another nonetheless. It was part of the reason why trouncing the smaller redhead always felt so rewarding for Mirabella; it truly felt like something she'd earned in earnest. Something precious that no one could take from her. She wouldn't use this against her, aside from the inevitable s**t-talking contest the pair were sure to get into at some point in their time in Utopia. But that was fine, as it'd still be the two of them facing each other head-on. It was what they did best, after all.

"Being so well-known, so small, and so close to the border has its disadvantages, though. Enemies of the light would often target my duchy with dreams of glorious conquest in mind. Our buildings were well fortified, but we lacked strength in numbers. Often times, we'd require aid from the capital to assist in our defenses. I always hated being so reliant on others. I suppose that helped push me to become as strong as I am now..."

Looking back to the ocean again, the tranquil waves and the reflections of Mother's light on the water washed away her fears on the matter. Undoubtedly, there would've been many who would come to question how open Mirabella was being at the moment. After all, one of Bonita's best skills was to be an emotional con artist. They would likely see giving her such information so freely as no different than buying a drink from Corthyr and expecting no trouble to come from. But they just wouldn't have gotten it. It was doubtful that anyone could, and that was fine. They didn't have to.

"You've pushed me as well, Bonita. Quite literally, sometimes. And I...I thank you for that. Having to figure out new ways to kick your a** every time was fun, even when I wasn't the one victorious. Well, no, I hated losing to you. But it kept me moving forward. It made me strive to be better. To be the best warrior I could be."

Mirabella's eyes were now a tad watery as well, but she smiled through it. She looked back to her counterpart again, having thought of more to say regarding an earlier subject that continued to infuriate her.

"So just know that if I ever catch you underselling yourself again, I'll beat you senseless regardless of your choice of attire. Got it, knockoff?"

Mirabella sniffled a bit at the end of that, but she didn't care. Her words were soft and playful, but one would be foolish to ignore the weight that they nonetheless carried. Mirabella could s**t on this woman for hours, but to see her sell herself short? Unacceptable. Such behavior was understandable from those of lower worth, like the list of utter failures she'd come to know over the years, but not from this frustratingly competent warrior. Perhaps there was a bit of just wanting to fight Bonita again in there as well, but was that wrong of her? Their fights really had become one of Mirabella's favorite activities, so any excuse to get into it with the bubblegum b***h was a welcome one.

Then again, this post-war world did offer something better. Perhaps now they could truly fight just for the sake of it, to see who would come out on top without having to worry about anything else. No unnecessary interference, no need to retreat in the middle of a bout. Just Mirabella and her eternal rival duking to see who truly was the best—well, to see for certain that Mirabella was the best, anyway. Any other reason to fight Bonita would be acceptable still, of course, but that would be the warrior of light's goal with her: a truly worthy battle with the best rival she could've asked for.

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