The Streets Around Fandom, Saturday

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Kitty had suggested getting a job, and so Illyana was out roaming town, looking to see who had 'Now Hiring' signs in their windows. After all, a girl unfortunately needed money in this capitalist hellscape to enact eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil plans.

Unfortunately, it turned out job hunting was hideously boring, and Illyana had abandoned that fairly quickly.

"Looks like this place could use a bit of misbehavior," she sang, her horns appearing, as she gestured and summoned stepping disks.... out of which poured legions of tiny goblin-creatures. "Happily ever after with a little flavor!"

Another gesture, and she began creating magical red apples. "Bad to the bone, with even worse intentions..."

The tiny goblins began gathering up apples and running off. "No permanent damage, not yet!" she called after them cheerfully. "But there's so many ways to be wicked!"

Well now. She had a few apples to spare, and plenty of townsfolk to tempt. Long live havin' some fun!

[OOC: Open. If you want a goblin to give you an apple elsewhere, just let me know. Want to let you inner villain out? Just take a bite...]

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[chef_chocobro]

The goblins were certainly going to give Ignis pause before approaching the next maiden he happened to spy, and though a part of him told him that this was very much not the maiden he was looking for, he would be remiss and a failure in his one sole purpose in life if he did not at least try.

"Erm, pardon me?" he ventured with a lift of his hand that wasn't perfectly balancing a shoe on a pillow. "Miss?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Yes?" Illyana drawled, swinging her basket of apples and beaming at him innocently. "How can I help you?"

Illyana, the smile doesn't magically make your horns just vanish...

[chef_chocobro]

No one had gotten a very good look at the maiden in question; Ignis supposed she might have had horns, though he suspected the prince would have at least mentioned a detail like that.

"I have been sent here to this fair island," he explained, while eyeing the goblins and being prepared to step away if any of them happened to get too close, "under the request of His Royal Highness, Prince Noctis Caelum Lucis of the Kingdom of Lucis, in search of the maiden whose foot might fit this shoe," he gestured toward the shoe as if there was any question, "so that he may find his true love and make her his bride..."

There was a hesitation.

"Would you be so kind as to humor me and try it on?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Illyana studied him thoughtfully. "Are you sure you aren't a prince?" she asked. "You certainly have the bearing."

[chef_chocobro]

"Oh, no, miss!" said Ignis, quickly, with a mild intake of breath at the mere shock of the suggestion. "I assure you, I am but a humble servant to the House of Lucis! To serve my prince is all there is to me."

Literally.

It was honestly amazing that Ignis even got a name!

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"Too bad," she purred. "Because I could make your dreams come true, if you wanted to be one."

Or, you know, if his dream was to woo his prince, she could give him a love potion magic apple. Illyana didn't judge.

"But if you think the shoe is going to fit, sure," she continued, bending over to unlace one of her Doc Martins, "--I'll try it."

The goblins made no move towards Ignis, but they snickered.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis didn't have dreams. He really wasn't that complex.

Unless that dream was to find the foot that fit this shoe, so, clearly, he was one step closer to acheiving that dream as he knelt down in front of Illyana to present the glass slipper for her to slide her foot into when she was ready.