((don't dunk on my boy waluigi's mustache...))

[When hair is blown into her face, she grunts, seemingly only mildly inconvenienced. She pulls a band off her wrist to pull her hair back like a headband, goes back to her sketches.] The planet's fine for it's other traits and qualities. But I do not care about that. I care about it's people. ++

[Well, appearing in her ship is one way to do it, I guess. She's working on something, a big collection of mannequins full of pins with fabric underneath each meticulously-placed pin, and clothing sketch-diagrams all over her chamber. She assumes it's one of her assistants, ++

[Re-painting her claws. Freshly manicured, she is in deep concentration.]

ㅤ ㅤ' ' ᴱᴴᴱᴴ ! ℐ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 ℐ 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡 . . . . . ỉ'ᦔ ꪹꪖᡶꫝꫀꪹ ꪉꫀ ᠻꪹꫀꫀ . ' ' ㅤㅤ °✦ 🦋 ✦ ° ㅤ

(( SO TRUE

[Fair enough. As for that second thing, come see her anytime, she'll help the spirit dress fabulously! While minimalist, what they have isn't going to garner much except a desire to see MORE.]

Name 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀 Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️

[Martini at noon, and a platter of berries for breakfast. She's pawing through a bunch of notes on a little tablet. Fashion stuff, you could guess.]

A shame. I was really looking forward to connecting in a positive manner with someone who at least had a fashion oriented brain in their head. My mistake for thinking your brain was anything special.

You really think you'll win this, huh. I respect the dedication, but absolutely not.

Ohhhh, noooooo! What will I do when the desolate prince of nothing insults me oh so creatively???? [Sarcasm drips off every word.]

Oh, then I'm right. As usual. You're easier to read than a fucking picture book.

Also, I know you're gonna try to murder me and my posse, by the by. [Pointing to her giant ears.] I hear everything. Just know that won't be as easy as it would APPARENTLY be to blow up this rock.

Wooooow, trying to be the bigger person? How cute! How about a reality check? You aren't hot shit in a martini glass. You're cold diarrhea in a dixie cup, at best. We didn't HAVE to become enemies, but you CHOSE this path, and that ain't my fault.

I mean, honestly. Going after my size? I at least have a better rack, ass, and legs than that metallic dumpster fire of an egotistical drag of a drag queen.

Also, wow, what a creative joke. Calling me "miniature". Like I haven't heard that one before...

Okay. Then I ain't takin' it back, prince of ash and dust. You could blow this place up and take us all out, but can you really? You're about as useful as a broken vibrator in that metallic trashcan of a body you're in.

Let it be know I tried to be civil. This one made it a big deal that I exist at this very moment in time.

Here's the deal, princey. I'll take it back if you admit that the whole reason you're throwing a temper tantrum right now is because you feel inferior to me.

Oh, you mean the planet that is space dust now? Yeah, alright. News flash, prince pain-in-my-ass, your authority is about as meaningful as a piece of wet toilet roll. We're not even the same species, why would you expect me to bow to YOU?

. . . Oh. I see. You think you're the ruler of this place. Well, prepare for a revolution of sorts! I tried being nice, but as usual, that nets you nothing in this life. . . [She sighs, her femme posse moving to pour Melon another drink.] I strongly suggest letting the professionals do what ++

Oh, no no no. I am not leaving this planet in this state. Do you KNOW how much my presence and work helps out destitute, ugly planets like this? We don't have to fight. We're both queens in our own right. [Being surprisingly calm...]

According to at least 75% of the galaxy? Yes, babes, I am. [She extends her hand to him, lowering heart-shaped shades to reveal the orangey-yellow of her eyes.] Melon Diora, self-made fashionista.

Why so panicked, man-thing? [She's doing her lipstick in a hand mirror, snapping it shut as she looks this one over. Why were they so...pink? She always found humans to be strange like that.]

Truly, I don't know what you're talking about. I've been studying this place, you see. See if it's fit for something I'm cooking up, and it needs a lot of work, but it somewhat qualifies, which is more than what I can say about the last few planets! [Not acting catty...yet.]

. . . Man-things as servants? That's an EXCELLENT idea, why did I not think of that? [Snapping her fingers. A wiry Gobite comes running, dressed like an assistant.] Appie, write that down! Man-things as servants!

Oh, you misunderstand me, girlie! I'm not here to steal YOUR spotlight. I'm here to whip this planet into a presentable shape!

I've been watching this planet for a while now. And lemme say, girls, I'm not impressed. [She's lulling some kind of fruity drink in a strange martini glass around, picking the nasty space-olive on a toothpick out of it.] You all could be doing so much better! I guess this planet truly needs me!

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