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Yzma was pissed.

Not only did that woman and the boy attack her beautiful palace, but the young man had only turned into another llama when she tried to protect herself. What was it with brats turning into llamas instead of dying properly?!

Not only that, but the hussy had blown up the room where the Empress kept her wig and eyelashes, so it was a particularly unattractive ancient woman who was scowling down by the moat and plotting her revenge.

Why didn't any of the roller coasters around here lead to secret labs...?

Date: 2008-12-20 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duck-lake.livejournal.com
Duck liked swimming. Of course, seeing as she was a duck that was rather a given, but still. Duck enjoyed floating along on top of the water. It was calming. She had hidden her pendant on the bank, so touching the water didn't automatically turn her back into the girl.

She was surprised at finding a fuming woman near the water, and admittedly did a double-take at the woman's appearance. However, Duck always attempted to be polite, and so asked, "Quack?"

((There will be a Tutu dance! Duck just needs to realise Yzma needs Tutu first. It shouldn't take long, I promise.))

Date: 2008-12-21 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duck-lake.livejournal.com
Duck looked understandably panicky at the mention of duck-hunting and orange sauce.

But... there was so much anger in this woman. She was, if Duck was any job, in need of a good sorting-out of emotions. And Duck was helpful if Duck was anything.

So the little duck swam industriously away to a spot on the bank, where she rooted around in the grass for a pendant as red as blood. Once she'd gotten the chain around her little feathered neck, there was a transformation sequence flash of red, and where the little duck had been was now a ballerina in a white tutu.

Her hands circled elegantly above her head, before her left fell to her side and her right hand pointed, palm open, at Yzma. "Will you please dance with me, madam?" asked Princess Tutu sweetly.

Date: 2008-12-26 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duck-lake.livejournal.com
It happened quite a lot in Gold Crown Town.

"Please dance with me," Tutu repeated, her hand still outstretched, her expression still soft and caring.

It was rather surprising, how few people danced ballet until Tutu showed up.

Date: 2012-01-28 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thisbeefodik.livejournal.com
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Date: 2012-02-16 11:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zebeecuq.livejournal.com
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