Incompetence [OPEN] Apr 18, 2019 21:51:44 GMT -6
Post by Roma on Apr 18, 2019 21:51:44 GMT -6
|Incompetence| - Roma's PL: 15,000
"God, I hate being alive!" Hiccup.
'Twas true- ever since she was revived, Roma had seemingly found even less purpose for herself then when she was alive to begin with. It was spoken nonchalantly, as if it were an exclamation she made all the time (which it was).Now she was at war, fighting for a kingdom she didn't even particularly like- but she couldn't leave, either, because she needed the benefits and status being a part of the Saiyan Kingdom gave her. She supposed she'd rather be at war and well-off than living in peace but dirt poor. She supposed that she could've just turned to a life of crime, but that sounded like a whole lot of work, and if there was one thing Roma hated doing, it was that.
So, she turned to the bottle instead. Now that was easy!
Where did the bottle lead her this time? Well, in the middle of the castle- she had bribed, persuaded, or just knocked out every guard she found on her way inside of the throne room. It was mostly a test just to see if she could, and because she completely expected to fail, she didn't have the slightest idea of what to do now that she was actually in the throne room.
Well, there was one thing- she'd sit on the throne!
Promptly, the empty throne was occupied with Roma. It was late, late at night, so she didn't know if their current queen was up and about. If she was, she was probably dead, but on the other hand, she liked being rebellious. Her Saiyan spirit manifested in strange ways. Reaching into the bag she had brought with her (she was dressed as a mechanic- she had told some of the guards she was making repairs, but in actuality, the bag was filled with Bao-brand beer) and withdrew another drink. She twisted herself sideways and took a mouthful of the stuff, letting out a satisfied sigh as she kicked up her legs on the arm of the throne.
"Who's the queen now? Me!" She said to nobody in particular, clearly impressed with her own achievement. Man, she thought to herself, how great would it be if I really was the queen! She downed another gulp at that pleasant thought. Unfortunately, she hated training, so she'd never be strong enough to be the queen. That didn't mean she couldn't be upset with how things were run, though. Because she was upset- but then again, she was always upset.
"Kingdom? Mine! Hell yeah, the age of Roma is here! Kiss my feet, subjehcts!" She wagged her booted feet, once again at nobody in perticular, as she continued her temporary stay as the 'queen.'
Boy, was she glad she was alone!