"Games are great and all," Attea said, leaning back in her chair, "but they’re nothing compared to the real thing. Have you ever blown up a ship before?"
"Video games?" She perked up. "The violent ones, right?" She had played a few Earth video games before, and while they weren’t nearly as good as Incursean ones, they had a decent amount of gore by human standards.
"Fuck you, I’ll show you abrasive."
((Okay, for serious now, I do have a reason why I play Attea so OOC most of the time. I made her have a soft spot for humans and had the war-loving part of Incurseans be a cultural thing that she can sometimes put to the side so that I can rp her without her constantly trying to kill everyone else’s characters. Admittedly I could get better with making her hate people—I’m not one to hate people myself—which hopefully will happen now that I have a secondary rp blog where I play a good guy.
In the end, this is all about me having fun, and for me this interpretation of Attea’s character is the most fun to play, even if it’s not exactly like the show.))
Attea’s angry gaze shot at the red-clad intruder. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?” she yelled. “And for the record, I’m an empress!”
She smiled. “You like it?” She hadn’t been sure if the meal she ordered would be agreeable with a human tongue; she was glad the drink at least was good.
"So, you obviously know quite a bit about me," she said, playing with her straw. "But I don’t know much about you."
She nodded, taking another sip. “That’s good. Most humans don’t respond well to war, I’m glad that some of you can appreciate it.” She paused. “Well, one of you. I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.”
"Oh… wow." She didn’t know what to say, all she could do is let her cheeks go bright pink. "The soldiers treated you well during the invasion, right?"
The waiter brings out a pitcher of bluish bubbling liquid and pours it into both of their glasses. Attea takes a sip of her and nods in approval.
"So, how did you first hear about me?" she asked Chris. "I’m curious."
"Well, you’re in for a treat," Attea said with a laugh. "If Incurseans are good at anything, it’s war and cooking."
Inside the ship, a table is all set and ready. Attea pulls out one of the chairs and gestures for him to sit. She may be royalty, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be a good hostess.