Entry 4: Video

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[Angua is 13 and very unhappy about it. She doesn't know she's not supposed to be 13, she's just unhappy anyway. Her accent is much sharper now, much more Uberwaldian (read: German-ish) and very haughty, and she's holding up a Christmas sweater with a look of horror.]

You cannot tell me I'm expected to wear something like this. Who the hell would even give someone something like this as a present? It's like a torture device!

[...Wait. She narrows her eyes.] Wolfgang! Was this your doing? This isn't funny!

Oh, and you can keep your stupid stuffed dolls, too! I'm almost an adult, I can have proper chew toys now, Mother said!

Comments

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Did everybody get dollies?

[Not that George wants dollies, but he doesn't like being left out.]

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If you want my stupid dollie, you can have it. Who are you, anyway?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I don't want dollies, I'm a boy.

And I'm George. Who're you?

[creatingalegacy]

Chew toys? Like for a dog?

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Excuse me? We're wolves, not dogs.

[creatingalegacy]

You don't look like a wolf.

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Then why did you sound so jealous?

I'm Angua. Von Uberwald. [She says this like she expects him to react to it.]

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That's because you're an ignorant child. The von Uberwalds are the oldest werewolf family in this... place.

[creatingalegacy]

Nuh-uh. There's no such thing as werewolves!

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Don't be stupid. Of course there are werewolves.

[creatingalegacy]

Nuh-uh! They're just made-up monsters from movies and stuff.

You shouldn't lie.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I didn't! It just seemed strange, that's all.

[She's much too pretty for him to embarrass himself in front of like that.]

Oh.

[And that's probably also why he reacts like he's heard of her. She's probably some sort of ambassador's daughter. Possibly royalty. He snatches his hat off as an afterthought.]

[changemydear]

Chew toys? And I thought that the dog incident was just a one-time occurrence!

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[As he should! Although Angua's at that age where the whole thing makes her look more embarrassed than pleased.]

Oh, stop it. Put your hat back on. Are you from Uberwald, too? I've never heard of a Baron George.

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What on earth is a movie? And what have your parents been telling you, kid? Wolves are as real as vampires and trolls!

Ugh, fine. Look. [Have a wolf! Angua the cub is, well, not quite as threatening as her adult counterpart.]

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Why the fuck-- [She hesitates, slightly scandalized at herself for swearing-- but when her mother doesn't appear with a bar of soap, she smirks faintly and goes on.]

Why the fuck do people keep saying dogs? We're wolves, obviously. We're the so-called best bloody wolves in the world. [This much, she can eyeroll at.]

I'm assuming she transformed on-camera...

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda's mouth is agape, and she looks...impressed.]

That's a great magic trick! How did you do that? Where did you get the puppy?

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[It should be hard to furiously eyeroll as a cub, but Angua somehow pulls it off!]

[creatingalegacy]

Aw, he's so cute...

[Yes, she still thinks Angua!cub is an entirely separate entity. Maybe the other girl's pet puppy or something.]

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[SHE'S NOTICED it's really annoying. >:E But now, to transform back, she has to go off-camera, because she no longer has her family's super-embarrassing comfort with nudity. She comes back, tugging her shirt on and looking frazzled.]

That was me, you dope. And I'm a girl!

[creatingalegacy]

No it wasn't! Come on, tell me how you did it....please?

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Didn't your parents ever teach you how to look at something? I just bloody showed you, you stupid child.

[changemydear]

Considering that I've never heard you, how can you be the best wolves in the world? You're not one of Ilena's brood and she was the best wolf I knew.

And don't swear, my dear child.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He gafaws.]

I'm not a Baron.

[He's not. Just look at him. There's no mistaking him for well-bred.]

And I'm from Canada.

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[Color her disappointed. Her family's not big on hanging out with the common folk.]

Canada? What a horrible name.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I don't see what's so horrible about it.

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Ew! Who's your child, you weird old man? My parents are Baron Guye and Lady Serafine von Uberwald. And they say Uberwald wolves are the best anywhere. We have the old blood and keep to the old ways.

[Actually, she sounds rather doubtful about that last part.]

And we've even got a full wolf in the family, so there. [Except she's not supposed to talk about Andrei. Oops.]

[changemydear]

Old? Old?! I'm only nine hundred, I'm not old!