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jewelboxes) wrote2013-04-03 03:32 pm
jewelboxes) wrote2013-04-03 03:32 pm
Skit ???: "Whatever Happened To The Mask of Barona"
In times of distress, turn to me! It is I, the Mask of Barona, here to offer aid in your moment of need!
Why such indecision? When testing the voice of a royal personage, you must not cower in the shadows! Write, and write often! Delve into memes and dressing rooms! Test your skills under as many conditions and alongside as many fellows as possible!
Now, away with you! Go with confidence into the ranks of the fandom and be as a candle, allowing your fervor to shine so that others might see...! Hold your head up high, and conquer your inner doubt!
And now I bid you...good day!!
Why such indecision? When testing the voice of a royal personage, you must not cower in the shadows! Write, and write often! Delve into memes and dressing rooms! Test your skills under as many conditions and alongside as many fellows as possible!
Now, away with you! Go with confidence into the ranks of the fandom and be as a candle, allowing your fervor to shine so that others might see...! Hold your head up high, and conquer your inner doubt!
And now I bid you...good day!!
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[It can hardly be called a "crisis" when compared to events of the past few months. Richard doesn't fear for his life, he isn't left wondering whether or not he's slowly losing himself to the negative feelings swirling inside him, and the world is - for the moment - peaceful and whole.]
[No, he's merely been struck with a full schedule and an unfortunate case of bad luck, a day filled with endless meetings and heated discussions about Windor's debt, the restructuring of her military, the sorry state of the more heavily trafficked roads. A day of parading noblemen seeking favors and reparations, a day to remember the weight of the crown and the responsibility it represents. Yes, on days such as this Richard wonders if he can ever truly make amends for his mistakes; it seems like such a distant hope.]
[Perhaps the single reprieve has been catching a glimpse of his friend across the room. A brief second before having his attention torn away to field more questions about taxes and trade agreements. When the meeting finally, finally ends, Richard is exhausted and his forehead throbs, but he cannot so much as slouch or sigh or even turn away until the last of representatives has left. Richard can only offer Asbel a weary smile as he waits to be excused.]