"AWOL, my ass." Ending the call, Chloe strode across the backstage. "Her Princessliness fucked off somewhere!" Pocketing her phone, the stage manager—Chloe-fucking-Price, she might add—halted before Rachel. "What are we going to do? The show starts in literally thirty minutes!"
"Uh." The lead actress turned to their unfortunate light tech and camera operator. "Ma—"
"—Never." Max immediately denied. "Do I look like an actress to you?! She gestured down at her clothing. Besides, who could learn their script in half an hour?! No one! Even with phantastical powers over the universe, that'd be impossible!
"Just this once, please Max."
"I'm hella good at memorising scripts." Chloe declared, swinging an arm around Rachel's shoulders. "Right, Rach? 'Sides, if you go all crazy, I can intercom you."
"But you're the hero—"—She had no choice, did she? Max helplessly stared at both women before a sigh released from her lips. "Fine. I guess there's no winning against you two."
"Max the actress enters stage left!" Chloe rejoiced, pulling from Rachel and grasping Max's wrists. "This way, Your Highness." Pulling her towards the changing room, she dismissively wafted a hand at Rachel's comment.
"The villain enters stage left, Chloe."
"Yeah, yeah."
In record time, Max was already dressed. "Ugh. I feel ridiculous." She made a disgusted noise, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Of course it had to be a pink dress—cone hat included, hadn't it?!
"Kinda reminds me of an old Barbie movie." Not that she's ever watched any of those dumpster fires. Chloe peered from behind Max's shoulder, hands soon clasping both. "You've got this, Super Max. Now… let's ace that script."
Resonating Blaze
By Twisted Eternal Wolvetta
For Holadiven
"Unto thou mineself shall beseech: 'Twas it thee kinsman who broke their promise?" Rachel lifted her prop-staff towards Max's makeshift tower. "Answer me, for mine patience wears thin!"
What's up with plays and super old English?! Max lamented from her perch, momentarily freezing up. "Twasn't it my parents who broke that promise, and not me?" She announced, almost forgetting to lift her arms skywards. Nervous eyes swept the audience; were they enjoying the show or scrutinising her? Wait, she had said 'my' wro—"Max! Your lines!" Chloe's voice poured into her ears from the intercom. Panicking mildly, she continued: "M-Meself art nought guilty of thy crimes! Seldom do Iċ—" —Itch? Ish? It? She had no idea, don't ask her!—"—commit torment!"
"Ha! Excuses!" Rachel swerved her staff towards the stage's back. A screen occupied the entire wall; a castle surrounded by rolling hills displayed. "Thou broke thy promise, so Iċ wyll ruin thy world!" The rendered scenery depicted, transformed into an inferno. Flames cascaded upon castle walls, enshrouding the fortification. "Iċ shalt expire thee!" Trap doors surrounding the tower, concealed from the audience, opened. Sheets of red and white billowed outwards, fans beneath them whirling powerfully.
"S-someone! Help!"
Entering stage right, Chloe revealed herself. "Lo, evil wælcyrge!" Brandishing plastic armour, shield and a broadsword, she lifted the blade skywards. "Where is the Princess?" Arcing the sword towards the tower, she declared: "Ah! Thou Highness!" Making a move towards the tower, Rachel interrupted this action.
"Thou dare intervene?!" Rachel bellowed, aiming the staff towards Chloe instead. "Begone!" Directly behind Rachel, a fireball rendered upon the screen. It ploughed towards Chloe who raised her shield. Miraculously, Chloe was positioned so the blast looked as though it had smashed her shield. Yonside, clumps of fire sailed across the background, their embers dying out within the air. The blaze was then reflected, getting returned to its caster.
"N-nay!" Trapdoors around Rachel slammed open, billowing fabric engulfing her. Concealed behind them, a lift lowered her down beneath the stage. The audience erupted; claps, cheers and whistling echoing across the chamber. But, turns out it wasn't finished yet.
Chloe marched towards the makeshift tower which was still afire. Concealed from the crowd, she signalled Max nonverbally towards her. Throwing the shield and broadsword on the floor before them, she outstretched her arms.
Wait, what? Max looked at her blankly for a few moments until it registered. She wanted to carry her down the tower?! Sure it was just a few steps, but isn't that dangerous? Chloe merely wafted her arms, mouthing for her to obey. Ugh. How has she gotten into this situation? Given no other choice, Max approached her—albeit shyly. Hauled up into a princess carry, a blush plastered across her face. She hadn't expected Chloe to be strong enough to carry her. Heaving her down the makeshift tower, Chloe set her down upon the stage floor. The cheers got louder, Rachel bounding over. Chloe and Rachel grasped her hands, throwing her arms upwards.
As the curtains fell, Max breathed a sigh of relief. "Wowser."
A/N: This is my first ever Life is Str—Gay fanfic. Since I don't quite understand anyone yet, I started extremely small. I felt a play like this would introduce my writing style perfectly. I tend to use a lot of archaic terms alongside some Old and Middle English. Since this is an American setting though, this use of language will likely be minor in future stories. Expect more bits and pieces from me in the future as I get more used to the setting.
Dictionary:
Unto - Towards/On (Archaic).
Thou - You (Archaic/Dialect).
Mineself - I/Me (Archaic/Dialect).
Beseech - Ask/Implore (Semi-Archaic).
Thee - Your/They/You (Archaic/Dialect).
Kinsman - Family (Semi-Archaic).
Nought - Not/Zero/None.
Thy - Your (Archaic/Dialect).
Seldom - Rarely.
Iċ - I (Pronounced isch. Old English).
Wyll - Will (Middle English).
Lo! - Behold!/Listen! (Translated from Old English. Originally 'Hwæt!').
Wælcyrge - Demoness/Valkyrie (Old English).
Yonside - Farther side of.
Nay! - No! (Archaic/Dialect).