Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 6, 2018 1:21:26 GMT -6
One Loss Won't End You
[Our scene opens with security camera footage capturing “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins emerge from a nearby Mermaid Pool. She’s refreshed and confident sporting a waterproof version of her halo, a teal clamshell bra, and an emerald-green mermaid tail. The resilient redhead had swam for as long as Dungeon regulations would allow: six hours. Vebbins smiles while stretching before she climbs down an accessible ladder. Azurine also makes an effort to maintain safety by having her glasses secured. She proceeds to flop her way towards the first dressing room she notices. Upon entry, she slips out of the mermaid tail and into what can best be described as a tartan schoolgirl sarong. Other new apparel flattering Ms. Vebbins’ figure include a sky blue blouse, white thigh-high stockings, two chopstick-style pencils in her cherry-red hair, and sapphire heels. The self-professed “Damsel in Dat Dress” also appears to be clutching a notebook while heading to a living room area of sorts. She lays stomach-first on a sofa while her legs and feet continue flutter kicking. Her body is still adjusting through the out-of-water transition process. Would also explain why Azurine seemed so silent on Twitter today.
Speaking of Twitter, Ms. Vebbins feels something vibrate against her chest. Pulling out her trademark Phoneme Whippersnapper from a blouse pocket, she received a Notification from tomorrow’s opponent: Araceli Martinez. Seems almost ominous as the woman’s lone tweet reads: “This tweet’s for you, @datsazzyvebbins.” There’s also a link to Martinez’s promotional material submission. Azurine knew her adversary would respond. However, given the minimal initial dialogue with her brother Damien, the dame reading did not expect such an elaborate second retort. Ms. Azurine Vebbins sits up in front of a turned-off television, pulls one pencil out of a very stylized hair bun, and opens up her notebook. She meticulously watches the entire video before commenting. Each frame gets silently scrutinized until Vebbins decides to discuss what’s on her mind.]
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s once again to da folk viewin’ dis. Still formulatin’ what I want to say since Araceli admitted she was wrong. Told dose wid-in earshot and/or volumes turned up dat she underestimated yours truly. Trude be told...given it’s a debut for da two of us...only din’ eider of us could actually do is estimate what might happen. Dat’s why she’s in tacit agreement regardin’ two possible outcomes tomorrow. Means my message logically resonated. Yet, now I’m debatin’ wheder I have a psychological edge or not. On one hand, she claims I did my homework. On da oder hand, she’s upset I read her condensed textbook cover-to-cover. Was it da ed-i-cal din’ to do? Dat’s debatable. Really is. Why? ’Cause at da time I had little else to go off of besides what one could glean from her company profile. If you had to verbally spar wid someone who wasn’t parryin’...what would you do?
Exactly. You’d goad dem into droppin’ deyr guard. Her guard is keepin’ da original odds and ends of her family intact. It’s admirable. Afraid she’s loadin’ too much pressure on herself, but it’s a painful lesson we all have to learn.
One loss isn’t goin’ to cause your family to plunge into disarray, Araceli. One loss isn’t goin’ to make dem love you any less. If it does, den are dey family you shouldn’t associate wid after our clash. One loss is necessary, ’cause it’s a learnin’ experience. Also, I’m really wantin’ you to meet whomever you believe is your maker tomorrow. Hence, dat’s why I plan on strikin’ wid my Pearly Gatekeeper. So, you don't mistake dis experience net time it comes along.
[Our scene ends with "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins closing the textbook and playing some Rocket League.]
[Our scene opens with security camera footage capturing “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins emerge from a nearby Mermaid Pool. She’s refreshed and confident sporting a waterproof version of her halo, a teal clamshell bra, and an emerald-green mermaid tail. The resilient redhead had swam for as long as Dungeon regulations would allow: six hours. Vebbins smiles while stretching before she climbs down an accessible ladder. Azurine also makes an effort to maintain safety by having her glasses secured. She proceeds to flop her way towards the first dressing room she notices. Upon entry, she slips out of the mermaid tail and into what can best be described as a tartan schoolgirl sarong. Other new apparel flattering Ms. Vebbins’ figure include a sky blue blouse, white thigh-high stockings, two chopstick-style pencils in her cherry-red hair, and sapphire heels. The self-professed “Damsel in Dat Dress” also appears to be clutching a notebook while heading to a living room area of sorts. She lays stomach-first on a sofa while her legs and feet continue flutter kicking. Her body is still adjusting through the out-of-water transition process. Would also explain why Azurine seemed so silent on Twitter today.
Speaking of Twitter, Ms. Vebbins feels something vibrate against her chest. Pulling out her trademark Phoneme Whippersnapper from a blouse pocket, she received a Notification from tomorrow’s opponent: Araceli Martinez. Seems almost ominous as the woman’s lone tweet reads: “This tweet’s for you, @datsazzyvebbins.” There’s also a link to Martinez’s promotional material submission. Azurine knew her adversary would respond. However, given the minimal initial dialogue with her brother Damien, the dame reading did not expect such an elaborate second retort. Ms. Azurine Vebbins sits up in front of a turned-off television, pulls one pencil out of a very stylized hair bun, and opens up her notebook. She meticulously watches the entire video before commenting. Each frame gets silently scrutinized until Vebbins decides to discuss what’s on her mind.]
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s once again to da folk viewin’ dis. Still formulatin’ what I want to say since Araceli admitted she was wrong. Told dose wid-in earshot and/or volumes turned up dat she underestimated yours truly. Trude be told...given it’s a debut for da two of us...only din’ eider of us could actually do is estimate what might happen. Dat’s why she’s in tacit agreement regardin’ two possible outcomes tomorrow. Means my message logically resonated. Yet, now I’m debatin’ wheder I have a psychological edge or not. On one hand, she claims I did my homework. On da oder hand, she’s upset I read her condensed textbook cover-to-cover. Was it da ed-i-cal din’ to do? Dat’s debatable. Really is. Why? ’Cause at da time I had little else to go off of besides what one could glean from her company profile. If you had to verbally spar wid someone who wasn’t parryin’...what would you do?
Exactly. You’d goad dem into droppin’ deyr guard. Her guard is keepin’ da original odds and ends of her family intact. It’s admirable. Afraid she’s loadin’ too much pressure on herself, but it’s a painful lesson we all have to learn.
One loss isn’t goin’ to cause your family to plunge into disarray, Araceli. One loss isn’t goin’ to make dem love you any less. If it does, den are dey family you shouldn’t associate wid after our clash. One loss is necessary, ’cause it’s a learnin’ experience. Also, I’m really wantin’ you to meet whomever you believe is your maker tomorrow. Hence, dat’s why I plan on strikin’ wid my Pearly Gatekeeper. So, you don't mistake dis experience net time it comes along.
[Our scene ends with "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins closing the textbook and playing some Rocket League.]
