Fish Mansion 3} Pintal, Saonji, and Richar

Pintal played by Kiki, Saonji played by Orange, Richar played by SoperPlanet

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Pintal had been pacing back and forth around the house for what had felt like hours. Okay, maybe it was 10 minutes at best, but still, it felt like a long time. She was constantly refreshing Chittr and her texts, trying to get any notice of when Saonji would be home, knowing it could sometimes be Inconvenient™️ if a fuschiablood was recognized when they were out, especially knowing how Saonji felt about being recognized. She also couldn't reach something on the top shelf to start dinner, despite everything being underwater. And if she couldn't start dinner, and there were no Chittr updates, and she had watched all the new videos, what the hell else was she supposed to do? God, she was bored. And kinda jealous that Saonji got to go out, but she knew she wouldn't be comfortable being out around all those trolls, especially all those.. lowbloods.
And she was hungry.
And bored.
Fuck.

Saonji pushed the front door open, Richar in tow. That was a strong grip, to be sure, to get dragged directly into the ocean and then through a considerable portion of it, with nothing but a flimsy-seeming air bubble around your head between you and drowning. The head being Richar's, of course, not Saonji's.
She drew her palmhusk out of her pocket, shooting a text to Pintal to announce her presence. Shouting would do no good, who knew where anyone was in this place. Once she did that, she finally let go of Richar's hand, and turned to face him as she closed the door. It did take her a moment of uncommon processing to think of something to actually say, though. With both an image to uphold and completely contradictory feelings, what was there even to do? Keep the topic off herself, of course.
"You aren't hurt at all? There really were a lot of trolls out there, and you know how one such as yourself is more... fragile."
Yeah, nailed it. Why was she even doing this. Pintal needed to show up soon and distract everyone, or this was going to be a mess.[/container]

Oh, so this is where she was taking me . I mean, he already knew this is where they where going when he had the air bubble.placed on his head but he couldnt be 100% sure. He wonders why saonji brought him back to her hive, it is usually his after all. "Oh I'm fine vast superior! The only thing I could imagine having harmed me was the music and my ear drums, heh." She called him fragile again, not like he minds! Why would he mind? It is a VERY normal and is just speaking the truth " richar looked down at.his wrist which was still red from saonji thought grip, coming terms to the fact that it will likley sting like the Dickens tommorrow. Guess he is fragile after all!
-gOsh. It's somewhaT sad hOw PaTheTIC YOu aRe TO LIsTen TOO. JOhn, nO, nOT nOw. I knOw he CanT heaR me-
"So...what do you wish for me to.do vast superior?".

"you took
too long
can you come up to the kitchen
i need help
im too short to reach
im starving
and trying to make us dinner
<(￣ ﹌ ￣)>"
Pintal sent her back 8 texts in a row, one after another, fast as all hell. She was definitely not coming down to the door, and was also probably not expecting Richar to come up there, either. So that's gonna be a fun surprise.

Saonji checked her palmhusk to read the texts, choosing not to grace Pintal with a response. After all, she'd be upstairs soon anyway. How could she not reach the top shelf? They were underwater! Whatever, it didn't matter.
"Follow me, we're going upstairs," she said steadily, starting to move through the extremely high-ceilinged mansion, so high in fact that even she seemed almost small in comparison. The halls were long and imposing, though going upstairs wouldn't be too hard-- after all, this was underwater. After an almost awkward amount of time, Saonji pushed one last door open, revealing a kitchen. And another troll.[/container]

"Oh, okay then!" Richar followed closely behind saonji, only getting lost once this time! Richar was also, big surprise, quite cold! Unlike most seafwellers his body isnt exactly made to be used to temperatures you find in the sea, not like he would.complain. actually, he would.pretty much never complain, becuase complaining is rude.
!
Oh, another troll! Another..
Richars heart almost stops as he sees he is in the presence of.. two fuschias? By gosh! What did he do to deserve such a honor?
He also has his heart skip another beap after wondering if he was sent here to be killed. But then he tossed out the idea, because even if he was he deserved it! Haha!
-COme On, eVen I knOw YOu knOw ThaT's BP!-
Yup, he has basicly already accepted his death at this point. He doesnt dare speak, after all a lowly pathetic worm like him should dare speak to those above him with out being spoken too first

Pintal looked over at the doorway where they were standing, after a few moments of still dramatically trying to reach the top shelf. She almost completely missed the rustblood, pointing at the cabinet, and then even more dramatically jumping when realizing... there was another troll there. "saonji
what the fuck
saonji what is that"
She pointed at him, rather rudely. "why is there someone new in here
and why does he look like that"

Saonji strode across the kitchen, gesturing to Richar to sit in a stool near the counter. Flashing Pintal an obviously-insincere grin, she spoke. "Surely I've told you about my moirail? This is Richar." Of course, Pintal would know vaguely who Saonji's moirail was, though almost exclusively in the clinical terms as described by Saonji herself. "The one with the podcast?" Now, that might strike Pintal's attention better.[/container]

Richar gave a sheepish wave before setting himself down in the stool that saonji told him to sit in, he didnt know what to say honestly. He wasnt asked a question so.it didnt feel proper to say anything as of yet, but it does seem that he wasnt sent here to be murdered, after all if he was why would the other fuschia been surprised by his existence? Also.. her calling him weird looking did make him blush slightly, thought it would be Probably be hard to see through the bubble. He has to admit, even he finds this slightly weird

Pintal visibly cringed. "you
didnt mention
he was a rustblood" She definitely had.
"why did you bring him here
when are you grabbing the noodles for me"

"It was a spur of the moment decision," she responded, chipper as ever, reaching easily to the top shelf to grab the coveted noodles. Handing them to Pintal, she leaned against the counter. "We were at that concert, you know the one, and it got just a tad too rowdy for comfort. So, we left. Almost a shame, too, the music was quite nice."[/container]

"y-yeah.. Im sorry For suPrIsIng you lIke thIs, my suPIrIor!" He does a little bow to pintal, his scarf dangles in the ocean when he does. And It also also probably going to be ruined when he gets out of here, cotton and being on the bottom of the ocean dont mix. "I hoPe to make up for my rude IntrusIon and PossIble dIsresPeCt In anyway I Can."

She took the noodles and her arm recoiled towards her chest, and she backed up towards the stove. "if you want to then like
i dunno
do the dishes for me when im done" She turned away quickly and started pouring the noodles into a pot, quickly closing the lid so that they wouldn't float away. This had to be a pain in the ass to make underwater, but she was trying.

The logistics of living in what was effectively an above-ground building that was just underwater were hard to parse, but worth it for the sake of the aesthetic (and some vague guise of canonicity.) Saonji was relieved that Pintal at least spoke to the rustblood, it meant she could take a short conversational break. And instead watch as her fellow member of the royalty prepared the noodles-- who just ate them plain like that? Pintal, clearly-- in silence.[/container]

Richar nodded after being given a command by his superior, and sit in his chair waiting patiently. Of course, he isnt just sitting there doing nothing! Hes also planning, thinking of how he is going to clean the dishes, his first guess is the dish washer but theres a chance a high likley hood his superior would rather watch him work, and if he does then how is he going to use soap? He is almost certain that saonji would be furious, or atleast, slightly peeved if he doesnt use soap to clean the dishes! Soap dissolves in water and is likley to poison the area around it, which is... not good. Is their sea dweller soap? Possible. But if there isnt he may be in trouble
-hIw LOng musT I PuT uP wITh YOuR Inane BaBBLIng? And TO IhInk YOu wIndeR whG nO One LIkes YOu- "Um... mysuPerIor, , am I allowed to use the dIshwasher to Clean the dishes?"

Pintal thought about it for a second, pondering how much she wanted to work him out, specifically because he was her sister's moirail. She stood with her back to him for a moment, and then nodded, not even giving him a proper vocal response. "saonji
do we still have sauce in the fridge
or do i have to like
open a new jar"

So her surmising was incorrect. Well, of course it was, she'd lived with Pintal for dozens of sweeps, but it was at least an interesting thought. Plain noodles. She was getting distracted. "There should be sauce." Good thing Richar wasn't asking too many questions, that would inevitably become inconvenient. Not to say the entire situation wasn't already inconvenient. That was just the word of the night, wasn't it. Inconvenience. She needed a break.[/container]

Richar noted the node and still stayed bowed, waiting for his superior to give him the clear to unbow, after all he was in the presence of two different princesse! It simply wouldnt do for him be the one to decide when he was done bowing.
-IT's a suRPRIse hOw LOng YOu haVe suRVIVed uP To ThIs POInT. NOT LIke I Can COmPLaIn, seeIng as YOu dIeIng mean I wOuLd aLso dIe.
WhICh I dOnT wanT. OBVIOusLY!
dId I LeaVe a wIndOw FOR InReRgeCTIon when I knOw TheRe Is nO One TO FILL The gaP OF sILenCe.- "So, su.." he divided not to finish the sentence! A worm like him doesnt deserve to know how someone so.much better then him day went, it would be to much for his feeble brain to handle!
-you.. you know what? Why do I even bother thinking the word every time? Just assume every time I think it's about how crazy and down right idiotic the things you think are

"what"
She turned her head to look at him, and then went for the fridge. "were you saying something"
She grabbed the sauce out, then realized just how hard it would be to toss it into the pasta underwater.
"do this for me rustblood
and maybe you can have some
with me and saonji"

You can probably guess who didn't feel like interjecting, and instead kept a close eye on the whole situation. As long as her 'sister'-- the humans had their own words for same-generation people, or something like that, Pintal had tried to explain it before-- didn't get too overzealous, she was content to just observe the goings-on. She realized that she really wasn't hungry. That would also be inconvenient.[/container]

"yes, supPerIor!" Richar got out of the seat much like an obedient servant he is and took the sauce and paste from pintal, and capoliyged the noodle, leaving the bowl. "This may take a bit, depending mostly on luck, my suPerIor." And then he focused as he opened the jar, captlouging the opened jar. He then "uncombined" the sauce from the jar, then combined the Sauce card and the Pasta card to make noodles covered in pasta, then combined the noodle pasta with the bowl, creatingSauced Pasta in a bowl.
"sorry for wastIng more of your tIme but I also have to do the stupid thing my modus requires to get the item" He clears his throught, and gets ready to do a PODCAST. a blue camera appeara mysteriously infront of him as he begin talking "haVe you heard about thIs Folks? Theres thIs new Fad goIng around where PeoPle are.. get thIs... PuttIng Pasta onto noodles!! And IF you arent shoCked already Please do take a seat becuase heres the best Part yet! They Put thIs saId Pasta.. In a bowl!!!"
After finishing that over caged podcast the Noodles covered In pasta inside a bowl appears in his hand, and he presents it to pintal. "Here you go, suPerIor. Sorry for the waIt."

Pintal took it out of his hands, gently. She was mostly shocked by how much he did to mix it up, and she looked over at Saonji with her mouth agape.
"uh
oh
well
thank you
you did very well"
Her face got mildly flushed as she hurried to divvy up the pasta between all three of them.

Saonji watched on languidly, as he performed the multiple seconds-worth of effort it took to get anything shuffled around his sylladex. She doubted she'd ever seen a less efficient fetch modus in all her days, besides the ever-present randomizer kinds. And the timer-based sorts, that could take even minutes to eject anything. Her own was starkly function-based, not unlike some of the human wallet modi. Pasta. Quietly giving Pintal a polite thanks, she watched as the other fuchsiablood served the food.
They were all seated at the kitchen island, there was little point in moving to another room. It was quiet, partially because regular environmental noises don't carry too well underwater.[/container]

"Thank you Superior!" He says, bowing his head slightly. Going and taking a seat at the kitchen island with his plate of...
Okay even he admits this pasta is going to probably suck. I mean, not like he is showing this known fact, becuase that would be rude, but at this point from moving the sauce has probably like dispensed I to the sea, honestly how seadwellers eat anything is a wonder to him. But he doesnt take a bite, instead he patiently wait for both of his superiors to begin eating. It can be assumed that once that happens richar begins to just lovingly eat the terrible pasta, to passer by it looks like this is the best pasta he has ever eaten in his entire life. Unless something happens that would require him not to eat the spaghetti.. like having new task, for example.

Pintal sat at the kitchen island and took a bite, immediately disappointed. She put the pasta bowl on the table, letting the noodles float around. "i dont know what i expected
this is watery
we're underwater
should we just order food
we should
i'm going to the living room"

"Oh thank Gl'bgolyb," Saonji said with open relief, knocking her own bowl in the vague direction of a chute in the wall. Wouldn't do to have trash floating around, after all, and these noodles were effectively that. She stood as Pintal did, absent-mindedly batting a few of the more rebellious noodles towards the garbage chute. "If you turn the TV on and you have the volume all the way up again, I'm going to strangle you." Was that a joke? Yes, legally speaking. The completely flat delivery could indicate otherwise, but what's a few death threats between nigh-immortal aliens?
"Richar, come and help me out with this."[/container]

Richar, unlike the princesses, at all of his spaghetti. He almost vomits, but doesnt. Becuase that's what a real servant does! After hearing his name being called he has a condundrlum, if he helps saonji how then he wont be able to do what pintal said!! Or atleast, not if hes fast about it.. "yes vast superior! Right away!" He says as he grabs his bowl, the bowl pintal shoved and had floating in the air, captlouged the FLOATING SPAGETING. He then did the same to what saonji tossed aswell, grabbing the bowl and captlouging tje noodles. After opening the trash shute he does a quick podcast about the noodles and have them ejected into the chute. and headed over to the dish washing machines, putting them inside and quickly pressing the buttons. How a dishwasher works under water he couldnt tell you. It probably doesnt, but he wont think about that until later! This probably took like, at most a minute. When it comes to doing house hold labor, richar is simply the best their is.
Walking back to saonji he said this "I apologize for the wait my vast superior, but might I ask what you need help with?"

With a small smile, she completely disregarded the apology, saying, "Don't worry about it now, it's all manag--" the sound of what was absolutely the TV suddenly cut through the watery silence of the mansion, almost immediately rendering any talking difficult. It was loud. And Saonji's expression immediately soured again, as she ran through four different ways to kill Pintal right then and there. Not that she would, but the thought was comforting. "Come along, I need to have a word with Pintal," she managed to say over the din, making her way to the source of the noise.[/container]

he was relived at saonji not being angry with him! it seems he was able to dodge a bullet that time for sure! and then the quite frankly far too loud tv for being underwater began playing from what he assumes to be the living room, but the worst this of all is seeing that his morail is currently quite mad! and well.. he knows as a morail he is supposed to calm saonji in this situation but he is admittedly far to terrified of her when shes mad to do that! so instead he meekishly follows saonji through the mansion, hoping that saonji will just have a word and it not escalate into a worst case scenario! "yes, suPerIor."
-weLL, ThIs shOuLd aTLEasT Be sOmewhaT InTeResTIng TO waTCh gO dOwn. I am quITe bored,-

Pintal was lounging in one of the recliners with her legs crossed, surfing through channels with a sour expression. She glances over at Saonji, gesturing for them to come over, because no matter how loud either of them talked, she definitely wouldn't be able to hear it. "its at 99
not 100"

Saonji paused in the doorway, and took herself a nice deep breath. This wasn't worth arguing over. Well, it really was, but it's not like she was out to prove anything. Pintal would do what she wanted, regardless. So she went on over to where Pintal was reclined, prim as ever, to snatch the remote out of her hand.[/container]

Richar stood there, just kind of off to the side. He really didnt want to say much out of fear of angering his superiors! You cant lose if you dont pick sides! Atleast, that his mentality when it comes to lose lose situations like this. Also, it is unlikely he would even be heard if he did speak. And as he just sorta stands there he sorta glances over to the tv as to not make eye contact.. oh hey, they're making a new fancy santa movie. He wonders how many countless lives will be lost in this one! Probably a countless amount. Its always a countless amount!
-I wOuLd ask whY YOu deCIded FanCY sanTas wOuLd Be The ThIng YOu LatCh OnTO as YOuR sORTa ThIng.
BuT I CanT. sO I wOnT.-

Pintal reached her hands out desperately to grab the remote out of her hands, letting out an offended gasp. She obviously couldn't reach it, because she was. like, 5 feet shorter than Saonji, and she was in lead shoes, she was left to the mercy of Saonji's hands. "give that back
that was mine
thats my remote
give it here"

Turning the volume down, Saonji returned the remote with an incredibly pointed look. Like, the spear of looks. If looks could stab you, Pintal would be considerably stabbed. Tremendous stabbing would have occurred, if looks could stab. Looks cannot stab.
"It's a wonder you haven't broken anything. Or blown out your auricular sponge clots. What are you even trying to watch?" Anything but the news. Not that she had anything against it, she just preferred to gain her information through more personal means. News was nothing but annoying. But maybe that purpleblood's death would be announced, that could be fun to watch.[/container]

Woah, that stare really was ferocious!like a type of stare that could, in theory, stab someone. Richar watched as saonji grapped the remote, turned down the TV, and then gave it back. Well. Atleast it looks like a crises was diverted! Then he noticed the smaller fuschia choice of foot wear.. "are you wearIng lead shoes?" Wait,- What did he just say? Oh crumbs! Fiddlesticks even! Did he just.. ask a pointed question to his superior? In a slightly, ever so slightly rude turn? Why did he do that? Richar sort of got in that stance you see a kid do when you turn on the light and catch them eating cookies at 3 am. What's he supposed to do? Run? Beg? Beg seems like a good option. Beg for forgiveness at your harsh judgment of your superiors choice of footwear is almost always the way to go. He clasps his hands together as he begs, "I'm sorry suPerIor! I dIdnt mean a!any thIng by that Comment PI- I mean suPerIor" oh dear golly! Has he learned nothing? You aren't supposed to call a highblood by their actual name unless given permission! Atleast, he thinks so. Was that an actual rule? Hes pretty sure it is.

Pintal glared back, comparable to a Trident of looks. If looks could stab, Saonji would also be considerably stabbed. She grabbed the remote, then crossed her arms and pouted. "Well now I just can't hear it so I don't KNOW."
She looked over at Richar, then looked back. "Yeah. I don't like floating up all the time. This way I can stay on the ground."

It was the news, of course it was. Ignoring Richar's inane question-- of course they were lead shoes, what else would they be-- she turned her attention momentarily to the TV, ignoring Pintal's triple-pointed look. Suddenly, she froze.
That was the purpleblood. Delkko. The one who was supposed to be dead, and had been confirmed as such. She gently placed her hands on the back of the couch Pintal was slouched on, slowly tightening her grip as the clown continued giving his speech. That oliveblood had provided proof. He was dead. She felt a sudden twinge of pain, in her head. Something had clearly, clearly, gone horribly wrong. And now she was entirely distant from her petty qualms with Pintal, from Richar's idiocy, from the very floor she stood on. She was doing nothing but thinking about exactly how this had happened, and who would be able to give her a satisfactory answer. Calpob. She needed to get her back here.[/container]

Richar stands there, nervously. looks like his superior has decided not to kill him yet, which is good. defiantly a good thing. "oh, yeah that makes sense suPerIor!" then he looked over at Saonji, noticing how she gripped the couch. hes not sure why but he has a feeling what ever is on the tv has done something to saonji. This is not very good, not very good at all! he does hope she doesn't do anything to rash, not like he thinks she would! from your time knowing her you pretty certain she would never do something with out a plan. Richar does take a tentative step away from Saonji, just in case..

"What's the matter?" Pintal asked, looking at Saonji's very stressed expression. "Do you know that dude, or something?
He's kinda boring looking. But I'm not a huge fan of purplebloods."

She took a breath. Richar's constant, quaking anxieties could be felt from a mile away, and she was much closer than that. It wouldn't do to rush into things, especially since she only knew of one troll who could possibly have the answers. Letting another sickly sweet smile cover her face, she looked down to Pintal. "Of course not-- but you know how the news can get to me, sometimes." Once Richar was out, there was going to be a lot of shouting in the royal mansion. Saonji knew well enough that Pintal would think the whole matter hilarious, after all.[/container]

To be Continued...