James Jordanson - Isekai'd with a Magic Phone

Shit, my head hurts. And what the hell is with my bed? It shouldn't be this hard and co- Oh. Shit, I'm on the ground aren't I? What the hell happened? I'd just gotten up the stairs and... Right. My phone dinged. It was a message from Miss Pen. Did I... Did I seriously fall down the stairs because I checked my phone? I must be the biggest moron on the planet, shit.

Blearily opening my eyes with great care, I wince anyway as I'm hit with bright light. I blink, and blink again, feeling the familiar weight of my phone in one hand. It buzzes, but I don't have time to look at it before I hear a voice.

"Are you alright? Do you need assistance?"

Female. Young. She's got that innocent cutesy voice you'd hear in an anime. I blink again, and the world resolves into focus. Where in the hell...? I'm in some kind of fancy hallway. Pillars line the walls, and there's some kind of vaulted ceiling.

I'm taken from my inspection by a brief rush of warmth. For a heartbeat, I'm about ready to panic. That's not a good sign after a fall, right? But immediately afterward there's a sense of serenity and comfort, and I intrinsically know I'm not injured anymore. That makes no damn sense, but neither does anything else in this situation.

"There. Did that help? I'm sorry, but that is the best I'm capable of at my level."

The girl again. Right. Right, I'm not alone in here. My eyes trace down from the ceiling and... My first thought is she's some kind of cosplayer, what with the tiara, pink hair, and friggin' fantasy platemail with the boobplate, cleavage window, and skirt. She's even wearing stockings! It's like there's a checklist of 'impractical armor features' she's going down... but I'm not giving her enough credit. Most cosplayers don't have healing hands.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." I answer, surprised at how easily I can speak.

The girl smiles pleasantly, her braids wibbling around her neck as she shifts her weight back and away from me, one hand withdrawing and sliding down onto the ground, "I'm glad. You seem quite lost. Might I know your name?"

"Yeah, um. I'm James. James Jordanson, from Hopsville." It's a kind of awkward introduction. I am so far out of my depth right now, but thankfully the girl doesn't mind. "Um. And you are?" She blinks in surprise, but doesn't seem to think much of the remark. She giggles, even. Laying it on a bit thick there, y'know? I'm not that charming.

"I am Arma Armelia, heir-apparent to the Kingdom of Armelia," She declares elegantly, "and this is my family's castle." I think I should feel threatened right now. Regardless, she continues speaking pleasantly with a calm and gentle tone of voice, "Might I know what you're doing here?"

"Um, I... don't have a story you'll believe. I fell, I think," great job moron, get yourself executed or worse- "and just kind of... wound up here?"

Her head tilts cutely. Somehow, she's not angry. What kind of B-List isekai is--

My phone buzzes again, and it occurs to me what's probably on its screen right now. Her eyes start to trace down toward it, and I bring it up in a hurry, facing the screen toward myself. "Ah, I--" My breath catches in my throat. Actually, so does the sound, and everything else. The world seems to have stopped.

In front of me is my phone, with some weird video app I don't recognize open and recording the apparent princess in front of me. Reflexively, I attempt to slide off of it but... nothing happens, beyond the bottom of the screen glowing a bit.

I focus there, and see a strange series of highlighted phrases inside a thin white box, with a series of prompts to 'modify,' 'remove,' or 'add' to them, along with a prompt to 'exit.' They seem to be describing the girl in front of me, and I've got the strangest feeling time will resume when I (metaphorically) press that 'exit' button.

Um. Well. That's a thing? Somehow, I feel as if like will match like - as if the words will always match the girl in front of me to one degree or another, even if I change them and mess with them a bit. I, uh, don't know what's up with that but it seems like I have plenty of time to find out... or at least come up with a reasonable story to get myself out of hot water... Or, maybe, I can shift things around to guarantee my safety. If this thing works, that is; and I'm in danger at all... Okay, look: I've got a magic app. I kind of want to play with it.

But... where should I start?

(princess-knight, pink hair, braided hair, innocent expression, tilted head, one hand forward, kneeling forward on one knee, plate armor, modest skirt, tiara, inside a castle hallway)

[AN: Tbh, I was a fan of the isekai prompt from way back. Playing around with prompts in a manner similar to that one is what reeled me into AI art to start with, so... I guess you could say starting a storyline like this was an inevitability? This'll be the last character I start for a while though, at least until I'm satisfied with one of the other ongoing ones. I don't want to run myself TOO thin, after all.]