*If you know Feferi Peixes, you may notice that she doesn't look how she normally does. Oh, she's a troll for once, but she's taller - much taller - and her face is slender without the chubbiness of youth. If you saw her during the age-swap plot, you might recognize her physically; this is her, fully grown. There are some differences, however - she's wearing far more jewelry than one might be expected; she's wearing a golden crown and ornate necklace that look almost, dare one say it, imperial.
But beyond that is her expression. It lacks the cheerfulness and kindness you might have come to expect from the fish-troll princess. Instead, she smiles at the camera simperingly, coldly - a smile that does not carry up into unnaturally all-yellow eyes.* Oh, dear, dear me. It seems I have a bit of an impossible dream after all. What ever shall I do?
You can't change people so easily. You can't change how they act, and I was a little bit stupid to think I could ever change how they think. No, no, poor little me. All alone on that great golden throne, giving empty orders to the void. And nobody listened. Nothing changed. *She stands up, idly sauntering around the room, one hand lazily turning the camera to follow her. Her golden double trident is leaning against the wall, and she runs her fingers over its points.*
Being nice doesn't work like that. You know what does change people, though? If a velvet glove doesn't work, try an iron fist. *She giggles.* It turns out that all you have to do to make highbloods more respectful of the lowbloods is just to brutally execute a few.
Or a few thousand~! It's so easy. Murder makes people nice; who knew?
*She turns, her chin in her hands, and smiles again.* I'm a forgiving Empress, though. They can step out of line once or twice without facing punishment. But you need to put your foot down somewhere, right guys? It's all in the name of people being nice to each other. Can't make an omelette without slitting a few throats.
*And then her expression turns twisted, and she laughs sharply, mockingly.* As if! What a joke, right? This stupid little dumbbass princess thought she could change things by batting her eyelashes and telling everyone to be nice. Like that'd have ever worked - even before she got her chest blown open!
But don't you worry, little ones. All you poor little lowbloods and you weak puny humans, Empress Feferi's going to make it aaaaaall okay~. She's going to take care of you, and you can stay with her and amuse her forever and ever.
*Another laugh - and then she picks up the trident, spins it around, and knocks a hole in the wall... but where one might expect to see another room, there's just inky blackness.*
(ooc: This is shadow!Feferi here to entertain you. Her labyrinth won't be open for a few more days, but she's the talkative type of Shadow.)