You continue writing on the floor.
"I'm part of a covenant with the Dark Sun Gwyndolin, God of the Darkmoon Blades. I am
 
sent to the worlds of others to deal justice to those who would violate the sanctity of
his inner sanctum and sanctuary of his sister etc etc"
 
>"???"
 
Shrug
"I run around killing people because they pissed my boss off."
 
>Ohhhhhhhhhhh.I see.
>Then she realizes exactly what that means: You're in her world to kill someone off.
 
>THEN THOU HAST INVADED MINE PRIVATE CHAMBERS TO DO BATTLE AGAINST OUR PERSON?! ON
GUARD, FOUL PHANTASM! I SHALL SEND THEE BACK FROM WHENST THOU CAME!!!
 
>O shit.
>You pull out your trusty Darkmoon Talisman.
 
>Luna begins charging her horn.
Cast great magic barrier.
 
>Luna fires just as you finish casting. Whew.
10dmg
 
>She starts just casting shit tons of stuff. This shit's waaaay too op.
>Time to use your own hax.
>You pull out your Dark Silver Shield and StormRuler because fuck Lordran, their shit
 
sucks.
>You put on your thief's ring for good measure.
>And a Dark wood grain ring.
 
>You flip away, out of her range, and disappear from sight thanks to your trusty Thief's
ring.
 
>WHERE ART THOU?! SHOW THYSELF! ONLY A COWARD WILL NOT FACE HIS OPPONENT!
 
>You've dealt with too many gank crews to believe that.
>You flip right up to her face and hold Stormruler's jagged edge between the two of you.
>Her eyes narrow.
>And she uses Wrath of the Gods on you.
>You hit her at least.
>Dammit, that fucking hurt.
>You did get her splayed out on the floor.
>She almost one-shot you with it too.
>But she looks extremely funny like that.
>At least you landed on the bed.
 
>The bed.
>...
>She can't see you on her bed since you're out of range.
>You're not sure what you're going to do, but laying in her bed sounds like you should
be pulling something really dirty right now.
 
>As soon as you think about it, you switch to your message soapstone.
>But what should you write?
 
>Amazing chest ahead?
>Need beanpole?
>Beware fatty?
 
>DO NOT PLAY GAMES WITH ME! I AM NOT A PRINCESS TO BE TRIFLED WITH!!!
>Oh, that's exactly what you're about to do...
 
>You hurridly write it out and flip silently away as she see's the glowing script on her
sheets.
 
Need Sticky White Stuff.
 
>Luna pops off another Godsplosion in purest rage.
>THOU HAST SOILED MY BEDSHEETS WITH THY INFERNAL SCRIPT!!! THOU SHALT PAY THY DUES!!!
 
>You write another message on the floor and flip away.
>Luna immediately jumps over and explodes.
>Whew, close one.
>But you've got something even funnier in mind...
 
The guilty pay the price... with interest d^.^d
>Yes, you did write the emote too.
>If you weren't a Darkmoon, you'd probably be the biggest sinner in the entire book.
 
>You equip the dark hand and stealthily creep behind herroyalty's derrier.
>My, it is a rather impressive derrier, to be sure.
>That will only make the next part even more hilarious.
 
>You drop a head carving.
I'M SOOOOOORRRRRY.
 
>Luna whirls around, right as your glowing hand darts towards her.
>You whiff!
>You're stuck in the animation frames as she grins maliciously.
>Noooooooo, that would have been too funny!
 
>She aims a shot at your face.
>Paralyzer. Damn cheaters, using Demons Souls spells.
>Guess she's gonna stick her tongue into my poor, paralyzed body and suck out my life
force.
 
>She summons a cage above your head which crashes down around you.
 
>HAH, I WIN, STRANGE ASSASIN!!! DO YOU ADMIT DEFEAT?
> She steps close to the bars.
>Very close.
>ADMIT DEFEAT! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE MY CAGE! IT IS MADE FROM AN ANCIENT SPELL BEYOND THE
MEANS OF ANY MAGIC TO BREAK OR ESCAPE!
 
>You pull out your dark hand again.
>You grin in anticipation.
>You pull your hand back and let it start to glow.
 
>HAH! GIVE IT UP! WHAT? WILL YOU SLAP MY CAGE AND MAGICALLY BE RE-!
>The hitbox of this thing was just big enough.
>Your hand connects. Barely.
>The physics of the magic cage, the physics of Luna and the phsics of Dark Souls all
clash in unison at the event.
 
>You begin the animation, tenderly drawing her closer while she struggles within your
grasp.
>Your body begins to phase through the cage as your physics and Luna's physics begin to
one-up the cage's magic.
>Buuuuuuuuuut the super-powerful, mega-ancient magic of the spell kicks in and puts the
two of you inside the cage together.
 
>The moment is tender.
>Somehow she's bent backwards, but not awkwardly.
>You gently stroke her cheek with your left hand.
>You lean in ever closer.
>Her eyes widen in horror at what you're about to do. Apparently her royal voice has
left her.
>You say the only thing your phantasmic lips can say:
Welcome to Dark Souls.
 
>Then you kiss.