Welcome to the Black Parade (OPEN)

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Morgana stood in the courtyard, looking around her like a conqueror surveying her new kingdom, surrounded by heavy wooden trunks and cases. Pulling her scarlet cloak tighter around her shoulders, she took a deep breath and surveyed the courtyard with slightly narrowed eyes. She had recently arrived in this new place, after convincing Uther to allow her to follow Arthur. It had certainly taken some convincing, as Morgana had been unwilling to enchant him to bend his mind to her will. She wasn't yet completely sure of her powers or her strength, and she didn't know if her enchantment would break as soon as she left Camelot - she certainly didn't want Uther sending his knights to bring her back, or charging here himself to drag her back to Camelot. So she had had to rely on her charms and wile to convince her guardian to allow her to leave. And eventually, he had bowed to her will.

And so, here she was. She wasn't sure where to go now - she knew Uther had sent a message to Arthur telling him she was on her way, but she was rather relieved Arthur hadn't come to meet her, or sent that idiot of a manservant to help her. She wanted time to evaluate her surroundings, to find her feet, and get herself settled before she saw Arthur - the one thing she did not want was to be relying on Arthur to get her bearings, and settle into her surroundings.

But, she did need help carrying her trunks and cases to her residence. They weren't going to carry themselves, and she was not going to carry them herself.

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Rip wasn't sure this was the right place for her. She was sure that this was Tintagel, that this was the place that she had figured would be as good as the rest of the world to spend some time. She wasn't really looking for much of an education or whatever, she was really looking for more of an understanding of people and the world. She had been locked in a tower for the majority of her life and she was pretty unsure as to how these things worked. So, she figured she should spend some time and try to figure out how people interacted with one another in the world. And she was only going to get that from interactions with people.

Or, rather, from the interactions she saw other people have. She wasn't going to interact with people. Yeah, no. She wasn't that type of person. People ticked her off and the last thing she wanted to deal with them. She just wanted to observe people from far away so that she could mock them.

Rip adjusted the pack on her back (which easily held all of her possessions) as she entered her courtyard, looking up at the buildings. She kept walking, her hands on the straps of her pack when she tripped. She tripped rather severely. Over a...trunk?

She looked up at the other chick standing by her massive amounts of luggage. What was wrong with this broad; just standing there in the entrance way?

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Morgana merely looked down at the girl who was now sprawled at her feet, taking her in for a moment before speaking. It took her a moment to decide whether or not to reach down and help her, her over-riding thought process being; 'Do I really want to degrade myself by helping this wretch?' But, after a moment's contemplation, she reached down and offered a hand to the other girl. After all, she didn't know if this girl was friends with Arthur, and she didn't want it being reported back to him on her first day here how she was behaving.

"Are you alright?" Morgana made sure her voice was etched with concern, rearranging her features in much the same way. "I'm sorry about all these... my brother was supposed to meet me, or at least send his manservant, but as you can see, I've been left to struggle alone." She gave the other girl a small smile as she lowered her eyes shyly.

"I can't quite manage all of these on my own." A thought suddenly crossed Morgana's mind as she looked at the girl again, taking in her clothes and appearance. Oh God, she wasn't talking to a servant as an equal was she? Did this place even have servants? Her expression switched from concerned to cold in a second.

"Are you a servant? You should have made that clear instantly. You can organise taking my luggage to my room then." She said with a hard edge to her voice. "Now, if you please."

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Rip lifted an eyebrow as the girl offered her a hand. This chick must have been a buck five soaking wet and she was offering to help Rip? She practically scoffed as she stood up. She wiped her hands on her black jeans and made sure that there were no rips or tears. At least she was no worse for wear. Whatever.

The girl started to apologize and Rip was about to begrudgingly accept it and move along when the girl's tone shifted. A servant?! She thought Rip was a servant?! Rip didn't usually give a frak what other people thought of her but a servant? Really? And she would be struck dead before she let anyone speak to her the way this chick was.

"Whoa, back up, broad. I'm not a servant and I definitely am not carrying to ragged little luggage anywhere. If you're too weak and useless to manage to do something about them yourself than you'll just have to leave them here." Rip gave the girl a sarcastic smile. "Got it, sweetie?

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Morgana couldn't help but smirk at the girl's reaction. She certainly had an attitude, and girls with attitude always entertained Morgana. There were usually deep-seated issues, and, judging by the girl's attire, there were definitely some real issues here. Morgana had to stifle a laugh, bringing her hand up to her mouth to cover her smile, and lowering her head so her hair fell over her face slightly. It was all a little sad, really.

"My apologies." She said, regaining some composure. "I just assumed, from the way you were dressed... I'll learn not to assume so much in future." The smile instantly disappeared from her face, as she replaced the expression with one of cold, danger. "And believe me, I'm more than capable of moving the luggage myself. But someone of my calibre and status does not do such things for themselves." She smiled coldly and mockingly. "Got it, sweetie?"

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Did this chick really think that she was somehow scary? Rip was pretty sure she could break the twig in front of her in two with very little effort and she had the nerve to get cute with her? Under normal circumstances, Rip would find that fairly endearing and would let this whole issue lie. But she really didn't like the idea of someone thinking they were above her.

"Well, I'd get used to the idea of handling your own crap. I don't know who you think you are but the idea that someone is gonna run around and do all the heavy lifting for you is pretty pathetic, Princess."

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Morgana bit her tongue as a comment raced to mind. She smiled at the girl, resisting the urge to curse her then and there. She bowed her head, regaining her composure, before smiling up at the girl.

"Princess, that's exactly right, I am a princess. My father is a king, and that makes me a princess. So excuse me if I'm not used to carrying my own bags. But I'm not exactly used to talking to commoners either, so forgive me for mistaking you for a servant, but, to be honest, you all look the same to me."

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This chick seemed to think it was an accident that Rip had guessed that she was a princess but it wasn't a guess. Rip had been around enough of those types to be able to spot them a mile away. And the fact that this chick assumed Rip was a servant because she was wearing the wrong sort of thing made it very clear that the girl had some amount of royalty in her.

"Whatever, darling. You can claim that you expect other people to do for you what you should do for yourself because of some sort of lineage if that makes you feel better. I'm just saying that if you expect everyone to deal with your own slight inconveniences, you will be severely disappointed." Rip shrugged her shoulders.

She smirked and scoffed lightly as the chick explained that she wasn't used to dealing with commoners. She wasn't particularly sure why she was still speaking to the Princess outside of the fact that she didn't appreciate the way she was being spoken to. She hadn't done anything to this girl. Yet, somehow, cause she tripped on her bags and was mistaken for a servant, Rip was the rude one? Screw that.

"Well sweetheart, you might want to take a class about dealing with folk. Cause if you gotta rule em one day, you should learn that they're not all here to do whatever task you feel is beneath you. Unless you're hoping for a revolt."

Rip reached over towards the princess and smacked the side of her arm twice. She winked and turned around, heading towards the dorms that she had been put up in.