(independent rp, will rp with any fandom. I'm a little new to this, so please message me if you ever have questions or suggestions)
"Miss," Nessarose would have noticed anyone dressed in such extravagant clothes before, and presumed that the woman did not work at Shiz. She seemed wealthy too, and Nessa lowered her head a little, wondering whether the woman held any influence. If she did, it would be necessary to make a good impression - for her father’s sake, and her own, if she was to become the next Eminent. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No!" She winced at her sudden outburst. "I mean, why don’t you jst show me around." Nessa showing her would be better than Morrible. Who knew what the old witch could see in past or present.
Nessarose could understand the girl’s aversion to the headmistress, as childish as it was - Morrible was rather intimidating and did not make the best company - so she simply nodded, deciding not to question the poor girl about the matter. “Well, where would you like to go first? Is there a particular subject you’d like to study, or hall you wanted to stay at?”
Nodding quietly, she thought over the name for a moment. It didn’t sound familiar in the slightest. “With a unique name like that, I suppose you’re right.” She paused, a faint smile forming on her lips. “You aren’t troubling me. When was the last time you saw your sister-Elphaba, Right?”
"If you think her name is the most unique thing about her, then you definitely have not met her. I am glad. I last saw her," Nessarose paused, trying to find the best way to explain the situation. "She went off to see the Wizard, and things went…somewhat awry. She is in hiding now, but father is desperately ill and I wanted to let her know."
"No, I don’t care," she nodded, quite agreeable on the matter, "and neither does anyone else." And that was the end of the topic, as far as she was concerned. Beautiful things weren’t meant for someone so cursed.
Elphaba twitched and tensed, but relaxed slightly when she felt one of Nessa’s hands set itself upon her own. “I seem to rile up the masses with my very existence, Nessa. Doing it on purpose would hardly make much of a difference. Besides, Boq and Galinda are easy, and I quite enjoy the stimulation.” She cracked the tiniest of smiles, knowing her sister would wholeheartedly disagree, but it was all in harmless fun. “Object to whatever you wish, but don’t expect me to follow father’s beliefs as well. I cant. You know I can’t.” She glanced down at Nessarose’s hand, gentle and pale and perfect - and her own beneath it, green and all bony edges. Not beautiful like her sister’s. Yes, there were many reasons why Boq would take some interest in Nessa. She wasn’t blonde and bouncy like the fabulocious Galinda, but she was pretty. Intelligent. That was enough, wasn’t it, for a boy like him?
"Boq doesn’t know what he’s talking about," Elphie drawled. "He says he remembers me from when we were children, but I won’t buy it. Perhaps he hit his thick skull, saw a patch of moss and confused himself silly. And you are right, Nessa, only no one wants to know me. And that’s precisely why you have to take care - you know what Galinda’s cronies are like. What they’re all like. How do you know Boq isn’t just stringing you along?"
"You know full well how focused others are on appearance." But Nessarose didn’t argue further, sensing that it would be futile to do so, and instead managed a half-hearted smile.
"Perhaps, if you tried not to be quite so prickly with everyone, they would simmer down. And it isn’t nice to irritate Boq and Miss Galinda for your own amusement, Elphaba, no matter how easily you do it." She pressed her lips together, adding sharply, "And if it is so very easy, I can hardly see why you would find it stimulating." Her sister’s rejection of Unionism was something Nessarose was used to, but that didn’t mean she had to accept it yet. Not quite. "You could, Elphaba, if you gave up all this talk of atheism. It would mean a great deal to father, and to me. I know you won’t consider it, at least not today, though, so don’t lets fight."
She tried to imagine Boq and Elphaba together as children, but could not. “I’m sure if he did see you, you would be more likely to forget the incident. You make quite the impression, Elphaba. Do try to get through a sentence without insulting him. For my sake.” The thought of Boq stringing her along was both painful and confusing; she was having some difficulty working out her feelings for the boy, strong as they were. “Boq is sincere. I know it. And how could he string me along, anyhow?”
“Hm-?” Elsa turned toward the voice with a curious head tilt. Her gaze trailed toward a new face. “It’s nice to meet you, Nessarose.” She paused, glancing around thoughtfully. “Your sister?” She echoed, “I’m afraid I haven’t met many people lately.. But if you give me a name, I may be able to help?”
"Elphaba. Elphaba Thropp." Nessarose twisted her hands together. "You’d remember her if you had met her, Miss. I didn’t mean to trouble you." She bowed her head slightly, wondering if she ought to turn and leave. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, too."
Ah, politics. The mucus of society.
Policemen, yes. I’m not part of the government except in the most extremely loose sense that I help the legal end of things keep killers off the streets. That’s my brother’s job.
So I presume you would take my being next in line to an important political position as a bad thing? Although, I have to admit, I do see your point.
So you are some kind of private detective? And your brother works for the government, I suppose.
"Yes, that’s true." She had always wondered why that was and now she knew. She was a child born from two different worlds, giving her powers she was still trying to understand. She never thought about sorcery, since her father hated it and anything else that could be seen as wrong in the Unnamed God’s eyes. She always thought it was just another part of her that made her a freak, it was her told many times so why shouldn’t she believe something else. Funnily enough it was Madame Morrible who told her it was a gift, a talent. That magic was a wonderful thing and not something to be ashamed of. Of course that did lead her into being used by her and the Wizard, but that was beside the point. "The Munchkins were and perhaps are, very close minded and didn’t like me very much so in return I didn’t like them. They said I was the shame father had brought onto them about some.. lecture? Or something. Anyway yes I did play with Boq when we were younger, around seven or so. I don’t really remember how old I was. He was nice to me and we played tag a lot."
"Hmm you may be right. I don’t know as I was only a toddler and memories are hazy around that age." She shrugged. She didn’t know much only that she bit of a finger once and after that she was restrained so she couldn’t bite anyone else. Come to think of it, it wasn’t unusual people called her demon’s spawn or devil’s child seeing as she bit of a finger and would have done so again. "No I’m not, I only meant that some people have different knowledge than most. Perhaps they are so intelligent they can predict what is a good possibility to happen. Not necessarily predict the future, but the most likely option if you think logically enough and combine all factors." She wasn’t going to tell she had had prophesies.
Elphaba sighed in frustration. “I don’t know, Nessa, I don’t cook. Why don’t you read the recipe then and see if you can make sense out of it. It’s not my fault that woman wrote so scribbly.” She stopped working for a moment. “Scribbly? I am hanging way too much around Glinda, she is glindafying my speech now.” She shook her head and resumed working.
"Closed minded, indeed. I’ll agree with you there. You were the shame father brought onto them? Elphaba, are you sure that’s right? That doesn’t even make sense." Still, the idea of her sister playing with Boq was sweet, in its fashion, and Nessarose couldn’t help but smile at the thought. "A lovely story. It almost makes me wish father hadn’t kept me inside so much."
She shook her head. “Only you could remember a vague threat towards you as a baby, but not biting off the finger of a nurse. It’s hardly a wonder that people so readily gobbled up the idea of you as wicked.” It was relieving to hear that Elphaba had no plans to accept pagan ideas, and she nodded her understanding. “That’s what I was trying to say. Predicting the future is not so terribly hard if one is intelligent, and has some grasp of human nature.”
Elphaba’s frustration put her guard up, and Nessarose took the book from her sister’s hands. “Fine.” Scanning through the recipe, her brows knitted together slightly, and she paid little attention to Elphaba’s speaking for a moment, her concentration taken up by her attempt to understand the instructions being given. “Don’t you think we should try to substitute the meat with something? It’s such a big part of the recipe. Elphaba, the fact that you used the word ‘glindafying’, with no hint of sarcasm, rather speaks for itself. And here I was, hoping you would be able to write the political aspects of her speeches.”
Galinda gasped along with her friends. “Your sister? Oh sweet Oz, what a tragic life you must lead spending it with.. her. At least you know how to behave.” She looked at Elphaba and narrowed her eyes. “Elphaba.. after the saint hmmm? Well I am sure you were named that to at least make up a little for that sinful color. You, Elphaba, really have an attitude problem. If I were you I would keep it down, no need to make more of a freak show of yourself.” Galinda was getting mad at what Elphaba said to her. “I have you know my father didn’t need to buy my way in and perhaps you should waste your time on something useful like shopping. That uniform is hideoteous. I also don’t need a dictionary, I understand you perfectly fine, Miss Elphaba.” To be honest she wasn’t even sure where to get a dictionary. She assumed it lived with the other books in the library.
Galinda turned to Nessarose again. “It’s nice to meet you Nessarose. It must be dreadful to have a sister causing such a scene. Oh and can I say I just love that dress, it’s very cute.” She gave the girl a wide, fake smile.
Nessarose readily believed that she knew how to behave, and that Elphaba did not, but this girl seemed a fine one to talk; she was appallingly loud when she spoke, and shrill, and had only set eyes on Elphaba for about a minute before insulting her.
"It’s nice to meet you, too," she replied anyway, uncertain what else to say. "I like your uniform, as well." She did not like being complimented at Elphaba’s expense - it was difficult when father did so, and intolerable when this girl made such a spectacle of them both. Nessarose was beginning to feel as if she was in a side show, and she gritted her teeth, determined to put this horrid performance to an end.
"Don’t mind Elphaba - she has a vile temper and doesn’t particularly like comments being made about her skin. But you are right," Nessarose looked up, finally, gripping her box as if it could give her confidence, "I do hate a scene. If you don’t mind," Nessarose nodded at the blonde girl, offering a small, tight lipped smile before turning towards her sister. "Elphaba, we were told to find Morrible, to discuss rooming arrangements. I think we should do that as soon as possible, don’t you?" She had spoken politely, but only just - Nessarose’s embarrassment had caused her to feel quite irate.
"What is it, Nessa? Are you hurt? What do you need?"
"I am not accusing you of anything, Nessa. I had to ask. Sometimes things happen if we wish it hard enough." She held up her hands in defense. "I am not saying you did, I mean perhaps you did but don’t even know it. Either way it’s done and let’s see what we can do about it." She played with her hands, feeling guilty. "I know you do.. I just.. I am sorry.. Of course you know what it feels like and I know you wouldn’t hurt Boq.. I do. Maybe.. someone else did a spell? I know I didn’t. Let’s just focus. What did he do? In that moment.. I need to know Nessa, to help."
"Wishing does very little, I’ve found. Please, don’t grovel, it wastes time. I’m sure you know about these matters as much as I." She sighed, not really wanting to admit that Boq had kissed her and very much unwilling to admit that doing so was out of character for him. "He was angry with me, very angry, and then…he kissed me. Just like that. It was not an angry kiss - but he forgot almost immediately afterwards." Recalling this event, Nessarose remembered that she had not gone to Elphaba for help - why would she want to help Boq remember that he despised her? - but to reassure herself that this would have no detrimental effects on Boq, and Elphaba had already admitted that it likely would not. She clasped her hands together.
"Perhaps it is for the best, anyhow - he can be happier now, with me. Thank you, Elphaba, for all your help."
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"Ya gonna stand there all day, honey?"
"Oh! No, no…sorry. I was - am - a little lost.” She grasped the handles of her chair, and lowered her eyes. “Could you tell me where I am, please, Miss?”