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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 10, 2016 11:29:05 GMT -5
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It was a nice day. Sure, it was slowly getting cooler, leaves were falling all around, but for some reason the sun had decided to work overtime today. It was sunny and warm enough to make people want to throw off their jackets and enjoy the warmth for as long as it lasted. The park was bustling and filled with smiles and happy people. Vendors were selling all kinds of delicious looking food and a balloon machine had been ordered from the city, giving out free ones. And then there was the maid.
She did not seem to be one of the attractions a park usually had, but there she was. Just walking slowly and smiling just enough for it to be called one. Looking very dignified with her long skirt and ruffles all over. Carrying a heavy basket and seemingly knowing where she wanted to go. She looked so out of place and yet fit right in. Not minding the stares and instead seeming to bask in them as her smile widened just a smidgeon.
Below a huge tree she stopped and pulled out a blanket from below her skirt. Unfolding it while she lay it down. Sitting down on it daintily, . Placing the basket on top of it. Opening it and taking out several tiny teacups and trivets from it. Standing them in the grass with precision, she took out a teapot. Pouring tea that had just finished brewing into a cup. Picking it up with one hand and slowly inhaling the delicious smell.
Ah, this was heaven Vy thought to herself and looked up. Her black and white maid uniform rustling a little in the wind. Smiling at all the people running around freely. Taking a sip of the tea, her hand wandered a little and found the cute choker on her neck. A clear diamond shaped pendant dangling from it. It made her wonder if she would have someone to talk to today. Maybe the usual admirers like her which loved maid outfits? This was also the place where she could be found and be hired for other teams.
And then there was certainly the few who just out of curiosity walked up to her and ended with a cup of tea and someone to talk to. It was so nice to be free in her time, so free she had enough to waste it away like this. Taking another sip of tea, she shivered a little from how good it tasted. Vy had to agree with her own assumption that letting tea stir by a walk was a good method to spread it evenly and resulted in a more refined taste. Moving her hand from her choker, she took out a small plate of cookies and placed it in front of her too, taking one and taking a small bite. Chocolate chip cookies. Perfect.
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 10, 2016 18:53:04 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + a wild assaulter has appeared! + 911! 911! "What's your emergency?" |
Tired. How long had it been since she last slept? Not long going by the lacking bags under eyes, as the random public bathroom mirror would tell her. Yet why did she feel so exhausted? Byakko had come to this fresh public area intentionally, coffee in hand, most of her clothes looking more like pajamas than anything. The tiny gym shorts from highschool, a baggy hoody hiding nothing underneath being the only defense she made against the elements; the only effort given for her feet were a pair of worn-down slip-ons. She probably looked the part of a morning jogger, or maybe some overly tired fool with how she couldn't seem to walk straight.
Curving here and there, coffee mug clutch securely between both hands; Byakko had found her face liked trees and poles more than open air a few times. That's what she got for staring at the ground with half-lidded eyes, unable to blink for fear of passing out right then and there. That was why she didn't notice the brand new tree coming for her, planting its sharp-bark kiss right on her forehead. "Ow..." Was the only reaction the girl had been having since the first, getting ready to back up when something caught her nose. Only a few centimeters away, eyes glued on the rough bark that created that tiny red stream flowing down her forehead. A deep intake of breath. Hold. Out- that smell wasn't from her. Too distinctive. Slowly but surely the girl began to sniff at the tree, making her way around it till her eyes planted firmly on... a maid? Cosplay? The scent was stronger.
Without so much of a greeting or apologies for disturbing, Byakko smoothly moved down into a kneeling position next to the lady. Coffee placed down toward the side, both hands reaching for the maid; aiming to gently secure the poor woman's face so that she couldn't escape. And even if she did manage to elude her that wouldn't stop Byakko from approaching, to get as close as she could; probably near-touching if the lady didn't backroll and stand up away from her. Pale, cross-pupil eyes would stare still half-lidded at this lady as she took in another deep breath. "You... smell of iron... and storm." The girl would state simply, her words slow and calculated. After that she wouldn't budge from that spot, still content with taking in this somewhat familiar scent. And this is how you got punched, kicked, and taken to jail Byakko. Obviously, she did not care for the repercussions, as usual.
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 10, 2016 19:36:19 GMT -5
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Just as Vy was looking to the front, she heard a very interesting sound. It seemed like someone had just kissed the tree a bit too hard. Stifling a smile, she did not look for who made the sound and instead looked at the crowd as it was looking at her. Look too long into the abyss... Who the abyss was, was up for interpretation, since she fixed each and every one who stared at her with a friendly smile. Until they either looked away or waved at her and she nodded. So far no one had approached her beyond the five feet they left free around her as if to honor her dignified expression.
Until something suddenly sat down heavily beside her. Taking another sip, she calmly put down her teacup on a trivet and felt the guest set something down too. What a gracious guest, bringing their own things, she thought and looked over. Just to be absolutely surprised. It was not the first time she saw someone this... Abandoned? Thrown off? Dirty? Somewhere inbetween those words, but it was definitely the first time they had been this forward. Feeling the hands of the girl on her cheeks, her smile waned just a tiny bit.
But she kept it up and looked quizzically at her. She looked... cute? At least Vy got that impression and her mind already started to work in what to dress her. After all, this would not do. A stray maid meeting a stray homeless girl. A puzzling and unique situation, she thought to herself and listened as the girl spoke. At first she was confused, then her smile widened a little more and she nodded slightly to hide her now quite genuine smile. This girl was funny and apparently quite on the up and up. Maybe her nose had developed living in the wild?
Leaning forward, Vy would place a quick kiss on the girls cheek and then retreat a little to pour tea for the stranger. Offering it to her with the soft and velvety words: "And you smell of needing a bath a week ago. My name is Vy. What is yours?" A slight twinkle of amusement coloring her steely cold eyes. Yes, she had a good idea what to dress this girl in now. But the time was not yet right for it. Etiquette had to be observed at least a little. Although she had half a mind to chop the girl in the neck and carry her off. This was not something she could just overlook.
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 11, 2016 19:27:05 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + haha! jk, she is doomed. + regrets? what are those |
Normally people would react with disgust, embarrassment, anger... anything but what she was receiving. It did genuinely surprise her to find her hands without a single hint of resistance, if only she weren't so tired then it probably would have shown on her face. Still, it gave her enough time to take in the features of this picnic-maid; giving her something to do other than just get drunk off that ever-so-taunting-somewhat-familiar scent. Ice... That's what the woman reminded her of. Both her eyes and hair as cool and frost-like as her skin it seemed. If she hadn't been literally touching her at that point then Byakko was sure she'd have thought her a yuki-onna's descendant. She certainly had that particular human beauty to back that.
Too bad the girl's heart wasn't too keen on living qualities. 'Too numb' her siblings would tell her, a perfect definition as to why she still felt calm as a resting lake with this maid. Even as she saw the slightest quirk of the woman's lips, loosening her grip to drop her hands to the ground beside her after feeling the motion of a nod. It was pure reaction, instinct; that Byakko moved to nuzzle the graceful creature as she gave the tuner a peck on the cheek. A nuzzle in return just as quick and simple, casually turning to sit in a rather formal position; hands returning to clutch softly at her lap. Perfect timing too it seemed, to let the other do as she pleased; for Byakko soon found herself offered a rather pleasant smelling drink. Tea? It mixed in with the scent of sweets, giving off a rather delicious aroma. Slowly but eagerly, the Child accepted; giving it a small taste before lowering the cup to her lap. Bath? The woman's words drew a somewhat quizzical look from the girl.
She gave herself an experimental sniff, using the sleeves of her hoody so as to not disturb the table of her lap. "Hm... a week and half. Probably." When was the last time she bathed..? Better yet, when was the last time she went to class? Those two were always closely linked together unless it was just an online room for some simple studies. Those had been happening quite often, the only real reasons she ever left her college dorm room being for projects... Her brows furrowed in thought, one hand reaching for her pocket, completely ignoring the other's introduction for the moment; to pull out a phone. A simple white touch-screen, it clicked on with a dim light meant for nights. Placing it down on her lap next to the tea cup, the girl reached for her pocket again, pulling out a pair of dark red reading frames.
"Nishiaki-" Was the reply that came, fingers deftly flicking open the frames and placing them delicately on her face before she looked at the other. "Byakko." It was only a glance really, something to make sure the other knew she was giving them her name before her eyes went back to the all-too-dark screen now. Ninety-eight percent battery, oh good she remembered to charge the thing. Taking another sip of the tea, she pressed open her phone with her thumb before thumbing around for dates and latest projects. She was probably being rude, staring at her phone in the presence of someone nice enough to give her a free drink. At least her foster siblings would tell her so, that's why she endeavored to continue on the conversation.
"Are you a cosplayer Vy? On top of being a rider?" She asked simply, still thumbing through the latest of her projects. Her phone showed various blueprints of mechanical devices, treks, and words that would be normally far too small for the average eye to see without practice. She never once bothered to take notice of that glint in the other's eye, too busy with quick clicking through several applications and taking another sip of tea. "This is really good by the way." She motioned the cup toward this Vy.
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 11, 2016 22:49:54 GMT -5
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Vy was surprised at the nuzzle, for one, she usually did the nuzzling to Kari. Although for different reasons. And then because naturally a slight bit of dirt would rub off on her. Seems like she would wash today after all. And not only her clothes. Albeit they would be in different washing machines. Lending the one in the empty room. After all, she was now in her own room, it felt a bit empty with one room completely empty, but Kari said it gave them more space. Although her maid senses were tingling and wanting to have more people around.
It definitely seemed as if she had found her next target. Glasses even, it was becoming more and more of a rarity. The trend was leaning to contacts and it was a shame. Such a shame, glasses could make all the difference. Just like how this face went from merely being cute, albeit a bit dirty to lively and something that needed to be framed. The eyes becoming a bit bigger, the way she fumbled with it, the clicking as her finger brushed over it. Ah, it made her want to take the girl home even more. Not every face was made for glasses, but that slightly rounded face deserved the frames so much it would be cruel to not wear them.
There might be some problem with the strength they had been prescribed at, but the slightly off and odd way of introducing herself was interesting too. It made it so much more difficult to keep her professional smile up. It felt as if she wanted to laugh, although she had not done so in... Quite some time. Not because of lacking chances, but because she had been raised on not to laugh. Not in front of others and not when alone. It was not in the manner of a maid to do so. Silent and servile was their thing after all.
The finger around her cup was gripping a bit tighter and she relaxed it a little. Taking another sip, she looked back at Byakko. A good, strong name. She guessed it would do for gap attraction, looking so different from her name. Or maybe there was a tiger hidden in there after all? Not that any sign of it showed now. Rather, it showed that the girl needed more than just a bath. The girl needed a hand to show her the way, to make her do these things. Because as it stood, it seemed as if she was one of these genius ones, who could not live normally, but could do great work.
"Hm." Vy mumbled and already imagined what to do with her, about sizing her up. The full program would fit the bill. Leaving a girl unattended like this would only invite eyes that would do less than savory things to her. Vy was not even realizing that she could be counted as one of those, wanting to dress her up in all kinds of clothes. Refilling her own cup and in between of the girls sips that cup as well, she answered. "Cosplay is one of my great passions. Although this is what I wear always, so it is not out of the ordinary." How wrong she was, but how serious it sounded. As if there could be no other way this should be.
"I wonder how you knew I am a rider, but I have too many amazing people around me to be surprised at it, too much. Drink up and we can leave." Saying the basically kidnapping words as a by-the-by. Taking a sip from her cup, Vy knew that she only needed to drink two cups today. No buyer of her mercenary riding services had shown up and if they had not shown by now, too bad. Bank was closing for very important business.
As for the mug the girl had brought with her, it was already safely stowed away in her basket, having sleight of handed it when the girl had looked for her glasses. "That is great byakko, I worked as a maid after all, so brewing tea is one of the few things I am supposed to be good at." Using Byakko´s first name as if they were already acquainted since a long while ago. But somehow Vy doubted she would even notice this, with how absent she seemed from most cultural and social conventions.
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 12, 2016 2:54:46 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + yes. yes it is. + at least she has her coffee... |
For once the girl found herself without repercussions for her actions. How rare. It was a pleasant moment to be relieved from her own thoughtlessly brought on pain though so she wasn't going to complain. Far from it. Already relaxed as could be, the girl instead found her guard lowering... If that slack dullness of her's could be called a 'guard' anyway. It was the main reason why she hadn't so much as reacted to the looks the other was giving her. Subtle as they were, they were not quite so innocent; this Byakko had learned in the long run. Especially from folks who would pull her out of a crowd after seeing clothes similar to what she had on now. Safe to say, that was why she always carried a heavy wrench with her... Normally. Today only her shoes would suffice but thankfully, it did not seem like she would need to resort to any such motions soon.
There was no reaction to the mumble, only more browsing. Her mind was more or less filled dates, times, and realizations as to how long it'd been since society had to suffer her presence. Between her own muses about her lack of time and the other's clear examination of her, it was obviously the Tuner should have been paying more attention. Of course, she was not. Well, not closely enough; the refilled cup was a pleasant feel in her hand. It gave her stomach a reason to shut it and stop bothering her for nourishment. Calculating the last time food had been a priority she had at least... twelve more hours before her body would cease to function properly. See? Plenty of time tummy, quit being so whiny.
Taking a few more silent sips as Vy spoke, the girl was listening closely even if it didn't appear to be so. It wasn't strange to meet a cosplayer honestly, not with how boisterous the teams in the area got with their own 'uniforms'. Some of them were truly hilarious little ventures, there could have even been a pig one among them. Horror movie nuts and all that. Byakko never did manage to get into the act herself, far too troublesome and a waste of her energy if one were to ask. It should have sounded strange to hear it as a casual-wear, but this was Byakko. Nothing was ever strange. Usually. Such was the human psyche.
Eyelashes fluttered at the woman's wonderment but she did nothing to satisfy the Rider's curiosity. Only another sip of the tea- until that last part of the sentenced clicked. "Oh, are you leaving?" The girl asked, voice soft and still partially distracted. It was then that she finally clicked off her phone, shoving the device back into her pocket before looking at Vy with a near-blank stare. "Are you abducting me with this?" She motioned toward the basket with her hostage-coffee. Her words had a bit of a play to them, obediently finishing off the last of the offered tea before wiping the inside and rim of the cup with her sleeve. Another stain to be bleached later when there was motivation enough to do so... later. Maybe. Maybe later. Yeah. It smelled good though, the residue.
Afterwards the cup would be handed back, not bothering to take off her reading glasses just yet. Like Vy had thought, Byakko didn't react much at all toward the use of her first name- it was the only real name she knew after all. The one that Father had given to her... The last link she grasped onto with an iron clutch. Its not like her body would just deteriorate away so there was no problem there. Not that it was exactly the most helpful of 'presents'. Which brought to question- "What amazing people? More riders?" the question popped out of her mouth at random, much like her acceptance of the maid costume. Without waiting for the answer to her question, the girl was already pushing herself up and off the laid out blanket; making herself out of the way as it were.
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 12, 2016 4:01:44 GMT -5
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Rising her eyebrow a little at the game the girl played with her cup, how could someone even let this happen. Getting this dirty. Even in her youth when she had met Hikari, she had never seen so much dirt on a girl. Herself not included. It was at least a little bit repulsing to her, but also another reason not to give in and definitely not stand for this to continue. And after all, the girl did not seem to be without wealth and faculties. The few words she had uttered were quite intuitive, but there seemed to an intellect behind all of it on par if not beyond her own.
Beyond in the sense that only drastic measures could rescue it. Before it fell into disarray because it´s flesh grew weak. And then there were the glasses and cellphone. Although both most likely dirty as well, just having those told of at least some kind of sense of keeping belongings on her. Who knew, maybe the girl was a runaway of sorts from some lab? Would not be the first one Vy would have met. And actually the only runaway she had ever met. Meaning that was more common than the one running from home. Although she had basically done so, she did not count herself.
"Silly." Vy´s smile brightened a bit as she answered the question, if that was how she would kidnap the girl. Taking one of the cookies on the plate and shoving it into Byakko´s mouth, adding another right after. "You can only kidnap someone if they don´t come willingly." And from the sound of her voice, the smile and her already packing things up slowly it was already clear to Vy that nothing else could happen. Like a cute kitten playing with an adorable mouse, already knowing where it will go and ready to knock it out and carry it away to watch it squirm and be fun. Until it was eaten. Well, maybe the last part would not happen, but that was the impression Vy was definitely giving off right now.
And then there were the cookies, strategically placed on top of the basket, a dozen left. If the girl had not seen civilizations touch for a while, she must be starving too. So, in anyone´s logic, it should be clear that even if she were to knock the girl out and carry her out of the park, she was the good one. "A tuner actually, who knows, she may just be around." A finger rested on her lip for a moment as if thinking about something, then wandering down to the choker around her neck. Touching the diamond hanging from it for another moment and then turning to Byakko. "Have you ever seen a regalia?"
It was a question she felt as if it needed answering. With how weird Byakko was behaving and knowing that she was a rider, she would not be surprised if she indeed had seen one before. Because if the girl had, this might be even bigger than just using her as a dress up doll and giving her some food. It would make Byakko interesting to her. And if not, this girl was either informed than she seemed to be, but maybe would gte curious, making this whole thing so much easier on them both. Brushing over her maid uniform, she stood up elegantly, both hands placed on the skirt to make sure it looked proper.
"Well, let´s go. And don´t worry, your coffee will be alright, although I think you will enjoy my self brewed coffee more than whatever that was in your mug. I feel like a laboratory should take a look at it to find out if it was poisoned. Or rather how deadly it was to begin with?" Picking up the basket easily, she tugged on the blanket and once Byakko had stood up folded it up and let it vanish into the apron as if it was being eaten. Gone without trace of where it had vanished to. Such was the power of a maid. Prepared and able to do such small feats without breaking a sweat.
"Where do you live Byakko?" Vy asked as she started to walk, slower than usual, but very confident that someone would follow along. It was of little interest to her, since she doubted that the girl lived anywhere close to her, but it could be interesting to know. If only to visit it and put hands on it, cleaning it up. If the owner of the place was already like this. She shivered just imagining all the dust bunnies and spiders and such mingling in a room.
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 12, 2016 5:43:10 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + poor coffee mug, it is now a hostage. + poor poor coffee |
The moment when someone calls you silly and shoves sweet things into your mouth is the day you are most likely going to die. That's what the internet would claim, as well as the overprotective eldest Nishiaki but... There were times when Byakko would choose to play stupid if only to prolong the need to care for herself. Such was this wannabe hikkikomori-NEET. One cookie after another, the girl managed to gag down her surprise, remove the sweets in an orderly fashion before she choked; before continuing to munch on them in a much neater fashion than the beginning. "Normally gagging someone like that would be a sign of a guilty conscious. Also you have my coffee, so its technically not 'willingly'." She stated simply, absolutely no malice or joy behind her words; perfectly on the straight-line tone. Still liked the cookies though, they were deliciously soft and sweet; easy to swallow down without the help of a drink or a gag reflex.
Now without her phone to distract her, it was easy to observe the play before her. It was then that she truly noticed the intentions behind that cool smile, that near hidden mirth in the other's eyes. She was excited wasn't she? This Vy. Every fiber in her body was telling her to raise her hackles, be ready to fight or flee! And yet, Byakko was as calm and loose as could be. Turns out that was the better position to be in with what information it gave her. There was a very visible change to her eyes, the nonchalant sleepiness replaced by a moment of sharpness, an almost piercing gaze before they were forced shut. A hand reached up to remove her reading glasses, silently shoving them back into her pocket; regaining her neutral look.
"A Tuner... That's one then." She mused aloud, it would be interesting to find another Tuner. The amount of knowledge they possessed could very easily be something to dig for. It normally was, always taking just one little bit to make the whole venture worth her efforts. Unless they turned out to be dabblers, those times were often met with life-sized disappointments and several hour long naps. Her eyes wandered away down to her hands, realizing the bits of crumbs and chocolate clinging to them from the earlier time snack. Slowly she'd begun to dust her hands free of them when Vy's next set of words caused a slow stop to her actions. A lengthy silence followed the question. Finally Byakko looked back up Vy, her eyes almost lifeless, bearing only an cold glimmer and a near dangerous sense of hostility exuding from her unintentionally. "Have you ever seen Tropheum?" She countered coolly.
That word disturbed her the longer she found the Parts War continuing. That word: "Regalia". It reminded her far too much of 'home', of her true siblings and it tore at it heart. The memories of the machines used by the scientists flooded her mind, the tests she and the other children had to endure while using the alpha-models, the first stages... No, no, no- The let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes to expel the memories from her mind. Opening them again, they returned to their original half-lidded state before settling on the woman again. "Nevermind. Yes, I have seen the Regalia before." A self-recovery, revealing something that should have been a secret most likely. It didn't matter to her in the end, there was no point in secrets. They only created bad memories in the end.
Going back to dusting off her hands, watching the maid from the corner of her as she got herself and the picnic cleaned up. She gave the other a nod at the news of her coffee, playing along to break the tension she had probably created earlier. "It wasn't dangerous. Just black. And a few days old." Her eyes flickered toward the disappearing blanket, brows creasing in slight wonderment. Shamelessly she waltzed over to the other, kneeling to poke at that extra-dimension pocket. "I'm more worried if you have a body in that little pocket-dimension of yours." Her attempt at a joke sounded far too serious to be humorous probably, still she left it there. Not at all reluctant to follow after the maid as they began their travel to... wherever. "A temporary dorm." She replied instantly, fearless of sharing the knowledge. Foolish little Tuner.
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 12, 2016 7:18:53 GMT -5
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Vy smirked and turned a little. For how little she had said before, Byakko suddenly had found her tongue. Was this coffee mug worth that much to her? It was an interesting thought, maybe there was more to it? Or was it just that she needed some kind of justification to follow her. No, after all this it was more likely that it was something base, something everyone felt at some point this girl was going through. Vy knew about that all too well. Having been indulged for years before now on those and barely being herself now again. Free.
"Normally a girl does not run around with clothes like that, dirty as you, touching a strangers face and nuzzle into them. I think some special measures can be agreed on were necessary. And don´t worry about will. If you had no will in this you would not be able to argue." It was an extreme definition of will, but for her it was still the common one. The only one she had recognized until she had found what had freed her. Moving the basket up a bit more, she started to walk normally. Apparently she would not need to hold back with this one.
It was difficult to consider other people and sometimes she had been told she was over- or not doing it at all. She did not mind nor care too much, just wanting to live her life. Just like she had impulsively decided to dress this girl up after putting some care on her. An emotionless maid and an eccentric girl meet. It sounded like the start of a joke. Or maybe the middle to the one they had apparently going already? As for guilt, there was no such thing in her, she knew the concept, but since long ago she had laid the dictation of wrong and right into others hands. Mimicking others was her way to live and not become a psychopath.
But the moment that had been a bit dangerous for poor Byakko had passed, no chop to the neck would happen. No real kidnapping and the maybe hassle to explain to her friends from the police that everything was completely fine. The cat was content. Even the little light in the eyes of Byakko as if she was about to throw down had not disturbed Vy, rather it amused her. It meant that she had a lively mind under all the layers. The only worry was if she would have to burn the dirty layers or if they could be rescued with care.
"Seen? No, I just own the fang regalia. Not that I have designs on some throne. Seems useless to me. King or Queen of such a small niché of people. I would rather travel the world. See the sights, meet people. And I don´t think a King or Queen would have much time for that. But my mentor told me that the regalia is perfect for me. Trying to carve my own path. He said that I should never stop moving one feet in front of the next and I would be fine. What trite." Vy reminisced about her now vanished mentor. He had been a fool, but a good kind of fool.
Even helping someone like her. Making her want to choose her own path. In the end, Vy was too realistic to just live a vagabond live, but that was her path as well. Wanting to make money before she started her travels. Make connections with as many people as she could and be able to call them up for help when she really needed it. That kind of thing. Looking around with raised eyebrows, she had heard the girl breathe in weirdly. Seems like this was a touchy subject for some. Ah, well, wars usually were bloody messes, who knows. Maybe Byakko had lost someone in it or had other bad memories of it.
"Is that so, guess they are not as rare as I first thought. I usually leave the tuning to my tuner, but I sometimes think she is hiding something from me. Not that I am someone to talk." Others would now add a laugh or insecure chuckle, fishing for pity or some such bull. Vy had just said it how it was. There was no added connotation there. There were things they could not talk about and would not talk about for both of their sakes. And for whatever reason. "A few days... Are you sure you did not get some weird sickness from drinking it? Or rather not drinking it. Which would make it fine again, I think I am going to get a headache trying to comprehend you. You will get some real coffee once we are there. Meal too, you look like you could use it."
Nodding to herself, playing the role of a good samaritan, although it was just the prelude to indulge in her own desires. As were most things she did. What she did not understand was how interested Byakko suddenly was in where the blanket had gone to. Prodding her with her finger. "Here we are." She said, they had arrived in the dorm, unlocking the door, she moved into the room and put the basket on the table. It was a nice and bright room.
"Sit down, not the couch. Take a chair." Removing the seat cushion before Byakko could sit down, she repeated the trick in reverse. The blanket suddenly appearing out of her apron again. "And I usually hide my bodies in the fridge." Pointing at a huge one, she cracked a smile and started to crunch down coffee beans with a manual coffeemaker. "A temporary dorm? How is it temporary, and that means you are a university student?" Vy looked as if she was shocked by that reveal. She had definitely not thought Byakko anywhere near her age. Shrugging, she put the dry paste into a filter.
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 12, 2016 21:09:08 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + pfft, dusty butts deserve cushions too! + not like Byakko wasn't originally just gonna sprawl out on the floor... -whistles- |
Someone should have stopped her, told her to forget the coffee and remember the str- wait. Did she ever take stranger danger classes. Hah- nope. Too busy smacking into walls and her fellow Children to know the common sense of the common folk. Yup. This is why she was doomed, fated to be whisked away into some deep, dark hole somewhere and left there to become a husk. Why was it she never bothered to listen to her foster brothers' warnings about 'scary people'? Blame it on the social skills, selective hearing can be a gift and curse it would seem. At least she knew she could get away if her opponent were also on foot, that enough had been trained into her since birth. Literally.
Still the conversation flourished with Vy pointing out the girl's odd little bits. 'Odd'. That was the word right? That is technically what society thought of her right? Meh. "Maids aren't usually found lounging in parks either..." There was a pause as the girl would look down at her clothes, shrug; then turn back to the other again. "They need to sweep under the benches too." She had ignored the comment on her will, that little spark in her hardly bothered to surface outside mention of coffee and air treks... Also home. Home brought out the worst of her these days. It was becoming more and more apparent the more she shut herself in to work on her own personal little 'projects'. The emotions she beat down on a daily basis always surfaced when her passions came to light, then slunk away into the darkness soon after the excitement was over. Like a vampire. How fitting.
In the end though her nose always proved faithful, Vy herself confirming the existence. The Fang Queen was it? That was what they were calling themselves these days right? Storm Kings and Queens? It fit well enough, especially with the difficulty of some of these contraptions. It was a little surprising to find one of the Regalia after all those years but at the same time it felt... just right. The Parts War guaranteed at least one kind of meeting with the infamous 'Kings and Queens' of the roads. Those theoretical branches which all stemmed and reached for the sky. Funny really, how poetic it could all get. Too bad Byakko was never really one for poetry. Or colorful bits of word puzzles, those types of things eluded her too these days. It did draw some attention that the Fang Queen had no intentions to conquer the great tower of Trophaeum. "One less soul for the Underworld." The Tuner mused aloud, the thought escaping her without her notice.
Without taking notice of her own words the girl had continued on with topic of the mentor. "You never can stop moving your feet. Even if you stopped picking paths, dove under; time would still continue anyway." It was trite, that wording. Time never stopped for anyway, even after their deaths. They would still continue, only the unknown knowing where they would end up. That was why there was a past, present, future. She would have scoffed but the sound couldn't seem to find its way out of her throat, leaving a rather unpleasant taste in her mouth. She wouldn't understand the need to find one's own path. Her own was forced upon her by the Doctor even after all her years of faithful service. Time would continue, paths would be forced like landslides. Either divert or sink into the land. That's how it was, that was how nature intended it. It was ridiculous.
It was good that her earlier slip didn't shake the air, that little flame stoked out and smothered as quickly as it came. So the maid had a Tuner already. Not surprising really, not for a King or Queen. It was a necessity after all. The Regalia required constant maintenance, a mother's eyes to keep watch over and protect it. They too were children, obedient and only seeking to please. All for their master's wishes at the behest of their maker's goals. "They are rare." Byakko corrected, not building more to explain. Words of secrets found themselves to her ears once more and the Tuner only shut them out. There was no need to care for other's secrets, a maid to her own, a Child to their own as it were. Digging up graves was a crime, that was the truth.
But things would take a swerve back toward the dirty mess of her lifestyle. Sure, it was a little old. Okay, probably older than most would have allowed but its not like it was bad. That was the point someone would give a naughty little grin or an embarrassed chuckle or some other sort revealing emotion. Byakko did none of these, not even a shrug. She just continued following the maid to wherever they were headed. A rather official building it would seem. A clean door of an official building which hid behind it-? Pain. The girl visibly winced as indoor lights pierced her eyes like needles. It took her a moment to hide behind her hands, blink a few hundred times; before having narrow her eyes and enter. How could someone live with such blindingly bright lights in their home of all places? It was bright enough outside, that didn't mean they needed to outmatch the sun... "There goes my retinas." The words came out idly but with a hint of pain behind them. Her body eagerly taking the offered seat.
She sat on the floor of her own room more often than naught, slept there too; so lacking a cushion would be nothing to her. The chair was actually quite a bit more comfortable than her floor anyway. It was also quite a bit warmer in Vy's place than her own she would note. Of course her own room was set to around... fifty-to-sixty degrees so that wasn't a surprise. Her eyes followed the other's finger toward a fridge, the massive thing could fit so many things... Most of which would be nothing from this ramen eater. But the amount of coffee she could shove into that..! There was a near glow of excitement through the slightly tearing eyes, not once moving away toward the next question of her dorm. "So much cof-" Wrong words Byakko, "Its not strange for a University student to have a dorm. Its temporary thanks to a few mistakes in the administration, I have to find another place to live in a few weeks." Worst case scenario, the mechanics department would become her new place of residence for a while. The gym showers weren't all that bad either. Plus the Univ had a cafeteria. Tada- look, a hospitable place and no traveling fees!
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 12, 2016 22:22:12 GMT -5
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Being busy making coffee, not satisfied with how fine the beans were grinded, she put it back and started to crank again. The smell of the beans now permeating everywhere. They were good beans. The best, she got them for free from a coffee shop owner she helped out from time to time. His family owned a few fields and grew it themself. They were the best beans she had ever tasted and she had gone through hundreds. Coffee was an art if done right. The smell alone invigorating and rousing as it wafts through the air, taking a breath of it, she smiled. Stopping the motion of her hand, she was satisfied with the ground pulver.
"Hmm? Maid, yes, I guess so." Vy said distractedly, picking out a filter for this brew. Choosing one of the non folded ones and started to do it herself. Gave her a bit of time to talk. "Maids are definitely a rarity. Just imagine hundreds of them, everywhere. Ah, it would be the perfect world. So cute." She uttered and the corner of her mouth raised a bit more, dreamily looking at Byakko. If her intention was not clear before, now at least it would be. in her mind she was already putting the girl into all kinds of outfits. From a mahou shoujo, to a bodysuit, to naturally maid clothes. Although she would have to see about the glasses, they did not really fit to all the ideas she had and some needed them. A small smirk showing before she turned again, her hands having expertedly folded what seemed to be cloth into a cylinder shaped flower, resembling a chrysantheum.
The dripper just in reach was placed on top of an antique looking can and the flower cutely draped into it. Water was already ready, she always kept the clear riverwater she got delivered every week in a permanent state of near cooking. Keeping it pure. Using a tiny spoon, she began to sprinkle the powder on the flower equally distributing it. Ah, she loved these kinds of casual things. It reminded her of easier times. "And just to make a note, brushing below it would not be enough, replacing the whole thing, maybe. The benches in the park are so filthy I shudder each time I walk by them. Just imagining someone sitting there or worse sleeping on them..." It filled her with a bit of terror, but also she was pretty sure, that she would get to hear something about Byakko having slept on them before.
Sighing a little, she finished with the coffee and picked up the water cooker. Pouring it slowly and carefully on the flower, wetting it and letting the coffee grind soak and permeate the refreshing juice. And only this was what she would really call coffee. Anything else did not even deserve the name. Turning to Byakko again, Vy seemed to have calmed down considerably. "For how bleak you seem to paint the world, I would have thought you would tell me that we all would end up there anyway? The underworld or whatever? Haha, I feel like I have been there aready for years."
There was no bitterness in her voice, just acknowledgement of what she had said herself. If she had not found a new passion, would she have ever carved her way out of that house? "True, but where would the excitement be if you did not carve your own path. Walking on a predetermined path is just not something I would want to suffer again. Ding!" She made an extremely fake cutesy sound and looked happy. The coffee was ready for the first cup. It was pretty strong, so she put milk and sugar on the table, a trivet and then the cute coffeepot. Cat emblems all over it.
Pouring the coffee into it, she daintily held the can, making sure to slowly move it and let the coffee get a bit of a swirl. No stirring needed. "Give it another ten seconds and you can drink. Hmm, is that so, rare after all? Well, they definitely are tricky, I have been using them for half a year and I feel I only start to begin to understand them." Sitting down on a, now double cushioned, chair she looked over to Byakko and wondered what kind of face she would have when she drank real coffee.
"And you were saying something about so much coffee? Mind to elaborate?" Vy had seemed to have heard it and would not let it go so easily after all. Actually, she was kind of curious what Byakko had meant. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs and took out a cellphone, taking a quick snapshot of the girl in front of her and sending a message to Hikari Sakuraba 'found a stray o(≧∇≦o) can I keep it? ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ'. Putting it away right away again. First step had been done, now to see how it played out. If Kari did not give her ok, this was all for naught after all.
"Don´t mind me." She said, waving it away as if nothing had happened. "And another place would be... On the streets? You do not look like someone who would actually go out and look at apartements. No way you could get another dorm room permanently?" Vy asked and put her elbow on her knees, her head resting on the palm. For some reason this girl was intriguing her. It was the same and yet a very different feel she had when she had met Kari for the first time.
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 13, 2016 23:51:57 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + that text tho... + mmm coffee |
The smell of coffee clung to Byakko's nose like bouquet of goodness. She couldn't help but inhale deeply, albeit trying to keep quiet as the other went on about perfect worlds. Or, the perfect world. Would that really be so good? An all-maid world? Just imagine what would happen if the male of the species had to undergo the same trial? While there were some who could pull it off the others, well... even she knew better than to try and picture some all-too-bulky man in maid costume. Too late, it popped into her head with an involuntary shiver; quickly masked by another inhale of fresh beans. Not the instant stuff that she used all the time.
It did look like quite a bit of effort, grinding all those beans with all their measurements and calculated powdering... Something that the girl would gladly go through if it was the last thing available. Fortunately, instant coffee was cheap. So were the flavored sticks. Much easier than what this maid was suggesting for the benches. Sure replacing them would do the world a favor, that much she would agree with. Too bad there were just too many rude souls wandering the great jungle of Tokyo, leaving graffiti and all sorts of unpleasant things around the rest points. It was a mystery why people felt the need to do such things... Odd coming from someone involved with air treks and all but it was true. Main reason why Byakko hadn't joined a team or found herself a single target to smother in her mechanical experiments. But then again, her values on groups more or less aligned with the Fang Queen in that aspect, no point in joining up with others if you can't do what you want right?
She'd stay silent though, eyes wandering throughout the room; taking in the idle pieces of furniture, artwork, among other things. Two people. By the amount of chairs, the size of the table, the couch width, even the amount of dishware she'd spotted when the maid was shuffling around for her items told this. Two people lived there, no doubt the before-mentioned Tuner. Going by how neat it was within it was no wonder Vy would let the hints of terror and repulsion seep into her voice each time something 'unsanitary' was revealed to her. Some humans were like that, her own foster sibling shared the views; but there was little point to Byakko. The immune system existed for a reason, no need to weaken it with unneeded values. That said it wasn't like clutter was among her top 'yeah go ahead' list, even she had standards. Another thing she wouldn't share, still listening more or less silently.
On occasion her eyes would wander over to the maid's procedures, memorizing the movements until the periodic waiting moments came to play. When that happened the girl found herself idling by taking note of the equipment's designs. Such as the pot, an antique perhaps? A fake? Or real? Who knew, the age was polished over by well kept cleaning so it was impossible to tell without looking beneath it. That made it easier to ignore that strange sound Vy made, "Is there really such a thing as 'carving' a path?" The girl said, watching the maid sit at a fellow dining chair. The thicker scent of coffee wafted from the pot, distracting her from the maid's question; eyes following the can like some overzealous feline. Similar to the feline prints she could spot on the ware.
Ten seconds. Ten seconds to finally remember where her tongue was. "They are." She confirmed, in truth she had only seen the lot of them within the tower. Being only ten of them, she was sure there were a few more from the old generation but she hadn't seen those ones... Probably. It'd be hard to recognize them now if they'd gone under more modifications. "If it was difficult to master them then your adductor longus and vastus medialis were not attuned to the amount of lower thigh strength it took to operate the basic form." One delicate finger traced along one of Byakko's revealed legs, her slightly long nail sliding from the inner of her thigh to the area just before the knee in example. "The Fang copies a cheetah's movements in mimicking speed. Just as the lower legs muscles are necessary to maintain balance and help with the stress of the pull, the higher muscles are what absorb most of the shock to keep the body in momentum with the blades." Ah- that was way over ten seconds.
Eagerly she had ignored the question about her earlier heavenly dream, reaching out for the can; she retrieved it gingerly to drink the brew as black as it had been poured. No need for cream or sugar. She would have made of hell of an alcoholic... Literally, the last time she drank alcohol (as illegal as it technically was still), she'd downed two bottles of Malabu Rum before finally finding a comfy little spot in a corner to snooze away. Why had she done that..? Eh, can't remember. No memory meant no need to worry. Like a toddler with an overly large cup, she took small sips; the aura around practically lighting up with joy. The most visible, soft smile she'd made that day appearing on her face. Heaven had found her. The warmth and rush of hot caffeine jarred her system awake, made the little flowers in her head bloom. "I like coffee." Was the only response the maid would get now. That and the occasional glance in direction. She'd not missed the phone, paying it no mind rather. Texting the roommate most likely, that held the highest chance of truth without team or mention of family so far.
She took another heavier sip before shaking her head at Vy. Streets? Why on earth would she ever sleep there? The streets ate tools, she needed those. So no, no streets. "The college is mostly empty at night." The girl hinted, shaking her head again. "They'll only let me stay in a dorm if I find an occupied one with extra room." Fat chance that was. With no friends and no college family and no real social skills, the only options left were of the more... unpleasant kind. That left the college... or maybe finding some storm team and striking up a deal..? Eh, no. They'd probably want her awake at all the wrong times. Nope. Her pillow was more precious than finding a room away from the workshop. There might have been a shrug against those thoughts but the Child settled for taking another long swig of coffee, the burning sensation on her tongue plus the bitterness more than enough to settle her.
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 14, 2016 2:11:31 GMT -5
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Watching the girl drink her coffee, Vy was basically beaming with happiness. Even if she tried not to think much about it and actually would have liked to bury some of her years as a real maid, it was still there. The ingrained servitude and happiness to serve someone, the kind of subservience that went far beyond a mere graceful thought on being useful and became an obsession going deeper and darker. An obsession that was difficult to control and even more difficult to get rid off. Sometimes the big open felt like a prison to her, her mind having to think for itself.
But she also loved it. It sometimes just became too much, but Kari was there for her then. Relieving the stress of it and easing her mind into becoming casual again. Slowly but surely finding back to what it meant to be herself. Thus, the next question made her smile widen a little. "Oh, you definitely can. But maybe it is easier to see when someone starts out with no way at all to see that everywhere is a path. You just need to start walking it down. With all you have. And these definitely helped me." Vy said and clicked a casual looking piece of wood on the side of the basket. If Vy smelled like blood, the smell wafting out now would be overpowering. "Ah, look out for the blade heel if you touch it, it´s amazingly sharp. Needs as much maintenance as it is sharp too."
The A-T she took out having drawn blood in spades, eaten away at people and carved their trecks into them like Vy had carved herself onto them. Left a mark to remember her by and created contacts with it. The crimson closed ball dance shoes with the fanged wheels below them. Taking them out gingerly, she placed them against the basket so that Byakko could see them. It was one of the few things she was proud of to show someone else. Usually by placing them on someone and letting the image carve itself deep into their sibconsciousness, but this was okay. Today. Byakko seemed pretty interesting after all.
"Fanged regalia, ichor. Version Danse Macabre. You will have to ask my tuner what number. But a few dozen at least I guess?" Vy wondered what kind of expression she would see on her guests face. She could not really start to begin with this one. It seemed all so disjointed, like she had been the first few weeks, months after leaving service. Making do with fragments of personalities she picked up along the way. Filling her days with necessities and doing either nothing the rest of the day or riding. Picking up her current persona from those she met in that time.
Being a beginner she had earned cruelty, callousness and a cold ignorance toward others. But also became patient, systematic and realistic. Realizing herself in the world. The only person who knew her real self was Kari. And even that she did not know quite clearly. Sometimes Vy did not know herself, but it seemed to be a common thing with people nowadays, so she mostly discarded the notion that it was bad to feel like it. It definitely felt better like this. Just like hearing Byakko talk so much suddenly. "You can get pretty wordy if it´s about A-T´s. Maybe your perfect world is that of one filled with them?" Grinning silently, knowing how people reacted to her delusions, it definitely seemed that Byakko enjoyed herself the most when she talked about them.
"I see, a cheetah, huh? It felt more like running into a wall the first month or so. But I got used to it quickly and it was definitely no cake walk, but being a maid before, I am used to working meticulously and arduous tasks. So I am doing that now. Getting to be like a kitte-- Cheetah." She quickly corrected herself. Wondering where the cutesy description had come from all of a sudden. Was she having pride versus wanting to appeal issues? It would be a first for her definitely. Another step into a direction? After all, there was no wrong way.
"Seems like it was to your liking, want another?" Vy asked, smiling warmly back at Byakko, who seemed to have ascended to coffee heaven. Offering a liking of coffee in general. The girl was too cute for her own good. What if someone dangerous ever picked her up? Vy could not say if she was defenseless or not, but even with inertia read, she could not really say if her movements were just stronger than most exhausted people or if she was holding back. "And you should, coffee is good for you in small doses. I will make some food soon too." There was not even a question if Byakko wanted to eat here in the vestiges of the maids mind. There was a hungry person and it would go against her very being to let her walk out hungry.
And even if her smile had been barely noticeable, the inertia of her mouth moving definitely had created a warmer opinion of the girl from Vy. Looking at her phone, she wondered if Kari would reply soon. Not that Byakko was going anywhere for the day. The door had closed literally. Pouring herself some coffee too, she added two spoons of sugar and filled a quarter of the cup with milk. She liked coffee, but black was too strong for her. The milk cooled it down too, so she could drink it. A cat´s tongue was what it was called? Vy could not stand when eat or drink was too hot and rather enjoyed sweeter things.
As for the college, moving Byakko in was a phone call away, a simple favor she would have to call in. Naturally there was the normal way, the bureaucratic one, but why not use favors when they were needed? And a speedy removal from whatever Byakko´s living situation was right now would be much more acceptable than waiting for it to process. Not that she could tell Byakko already, she would need to get permission from Kari at least and then maybe from the girl herself? Made Vy wonder if she could have anything against living with the two of them.
It was basically the only escape she had from being kicked out of the dorms. Vy did not think that at this point of the semester anyone would let a stranger move into their dorm room freely anymore. Well, but then again, she had been a bit cautious before. Hmm, made her wonder if she should get some cuffs or so to keep her there and make her drink delicious coffee and feed her actual food until she agreed. Wondering if that could be seen as bribing or torture. "How do you like your baths? Hot or skin temperature?"
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 14, 2016 6:19:38 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + that text tho... + mmm coffee |
There were hypothetical flowers just sprouting all around them. A daft person could have seen that much with how much happiness and content there was. It was easy to tell without having to look up, but that would have been rude; so the girl managed to keep at least the most minimum amount of eye contact. It one would call the occasional glimpse 'eye contact'. It would have to do for now. She had to say though, she couldn't quite understand the reasoning behind Vy's words, though she felt as if she should have. Carving one's own path... That was no different than laying out an ungrateful road of barbwire from whatever opportunity the beginning had given you. Then again, this was coming from a Child who never wanted to leave home no matter how painful it got. She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss her siblings... or Father. But he abandoned her, abandoned them. It hurt. Something to forget, push down into the deepest pits of her mind. Quickly now before the tears well up! The warmth of the brew helped in that regard, forced down the lump in her throat.
Her face remained neutral, minus the glittering effects the drink did to her; no red eyes nor slimy nose to prove those inner thoughts. Not like it was surprising. It was getting harder and harder to cry... When was the last time that happened? Hm... Can't remember. It was a pleasant distraction when she caught sight of the maid clicking open a clever little hidden department on her basket. Out revealed one of the many infamous Regalia, a sight that managed to draw the girl away from her dream-time daze with a sharpened focus. The can finally found a seat back on the table as the woman spoke, pale eyes scanning over the unique crimson shape. They were definitely different than how she remembered them. They looked so very... uncomfortable now. Going by the warning, Byakko took that as a cue that she was allowed to touch them. Even if not, she would have done so anyway.
"Mad design." The girl mumbled, reaching out to gingerly pick up one half of the pair. Eyes narrowing, scanning; reading over the seen mechanics. The stench of blood hung thick on them as salt to the sea, the familiar scent of machinery being washed over by the history of ripped up roads. She tilted it this way and that, hands instinctively moving in their experienced way; her thumb pressing against the blade to test the sharpness of the wheels. It wasn't that she didn't believe they weren't maintaining it right, it was more of a natural test she did with all gear. The sliver of red on her finger proved the statement accurate anyway. "The blades need to be thicker if you're to continue carving into people like a mercenary." The girl said idly, turning the trek upside down; listening to the extra intel from Vy. "Danse... You need extra padding around the frontal area to protect your toes and forefoot if you plan on advancing them further." The suggestions, while sounding more like unwanted advice probably; continued to pour out of her no matter her will to try and keep these thoughts to herself.
At this point the girl's face was blank, completely drained of any light outside of her eyes. Any life showing now was in the sharp pinpoints of her visible observations. Her only reaction to mention of her perfect world was a shake of her head, no words to sound; instead it took her an effort to keep herself from examining even closer. Placing the device back next to its partner before taking up her drink once more, giving the darkness a good swig before looking at the maid once more. Being a maid is probably what lets her ride those in the style they are now, so much standing and walking and living in similar shoes would definitely build up the calluses needed to protect herself. It wasn't surprising. "Kittens aren't strong enough for the Fang." Byakko added in casually, "Unless the Fang is fake." And that was no fake Fang.
It was hard to try and return to coffee heaven no matter how many sips she took, soon enough the whole thing was drained before coffee Nirvana could be attained. How sad... "Yes." Pausing, "Please." There were her manners, almost forgot those didn't she? Placing the can closer to the woman, the girl brought her knees up to her chest, something she did quite often out of habit; and stared at the maid with a face half-hidden. Some people might have felt ashamed for getting the furniture dirty, others might have held back on their habits. Not Byakko. Not by a long shot. Her arms moved to hug her bare legs, hands tucking in under the sleeves of her hoodie. "Small doses?" That was a funny thing to hear honestly, coffee was her water. It was literally the only thing she was surviving on outside of carbonated sodas. Another thing that was probably best not to share, instead she turned to the other subject at hand. "What are you making?" It wasn't a question of if she was invited or not, nope; the girl had already placed herself there. Why else would the other bring up food if not to share? Shameless perhaps but that was just how she rolled.
Her eyes wandered back to the displayed Regalia, narrowing again in thought. Ideas of modifications came to mind, habitual thoughts of imaginary blueprints, if one could see inside her head it most likely resembled a computer. A 3-D model computer, swerving and switching, materializing new components, deleting others... Too bad the woman already had a Tuner. The one she should have been speaking to rather than the Rider herself. The thoughts were interrupted again.
A raised eyebrow- "Baths? I can take them cold. Or warm." The girl answered honestly, unblinking and without a hint of embarrassment to her voice. Eyes moved back to settle on the maid. "I don't have any extra clothes." Yes, it was that obvious that the woman wanted her to take a bath. There. So without the hassle of fighting it, the Tuner would just roll along with it. As usual. Didn't solve the problem of clothing... though she could have just re-worn what she was currently wearing.
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 14, 2016 8:21:16 GMT -5
| if you freely can give something, it means you have freedom |
Vy did not notice any flowers, neither hypothetical nor real ones. They had not been here long enough to really move in. Or something like that. Vy had no real possessions of her own anyway beyond her clothes and the figures she bought from time to time. Music was all the same to her and as long as she could dance to it, it was fine. Naturally she liked some bands more and some less by how good they looked, but music itself was lost on her mostly. So she had not put up any posters or pictures. Thinking that she would rather see these herself than in a frame. An expanse she was not willing to make.
Since there was no reply to how she described the road she was taking, it seemed like Byakko either understood or did not care enough to ask more. Either was fine with Vy. There was no reason to explain further, everyone had to pave their own road and she doubted Byakko could follow the bloody one. Since she had become the fang queen, she had found out so much more about her path. Before she had only heard whatever her mentor had told her, which had not been much. With how laid back he was. Only correcting her, that was what he had always done. Given her a bonk on the head when she got stuck again and sent her on.
"So in the end, the bloody road is a good road to follow if you don´t have a real starting point and carve a place in society. Although I heard normally only crazy people enjoy following this road." Chuckling slightly at her own joke. Indeed, so far she had seen fellow blood roaders who looked like accidents waiting to happen. Hooks, blades and such strewn haphazardly all over them. Imagining that one of them fell over made her cringe. But such people she had become the so called queen of. Whatever it may entail.
So far no one had given her a duty or wanted her to join a club or something. She had thought about a team, but knew too few riders to have an opinion on it. Maybe one day she would create one. A mercenary one. Where one could come as a waystation, finding a path for themself. For now a delusion. Skittering a halt in her own thoughts, having watched happily as her coffee was drunk and the girl fixed her sight on the A-T´s. A shimmer in her eyes now. Had it been there before? Maybe recognition of it? Or something else?
"Haha, it is mostly mine, my tuner can be a bit difficult sometimes, but she also listens to my wishes. Pretty sharp, ah well. Hmm, are they? I never noticed much, I only take them out when I get to work so they stay as sharp as possible. If they were any thicker, wouldn´t they cut less too? I had trouble cutting through metal before, but now they just slice through it as if it is nothing. Same with my fang. Oh, don´t worry about my toes, that is something I want next, some kind of metal spike. But getting a time for Regalia work is not the easiest thing ever apparently."
Vy was glad that Kari took care of that. The times they maintained and measured were pretty fun. At least to the two of them. When they could put down the masks and just indulge, Vy into her trained hedonistic and subservient side and Kari... Kari did her own thing, as always. Vy had never questioned or asked about it. It had just always been like that. It felt like they needed each other to some degree and were dependent, addicted to it. But the good kind of addicted, without a real low.
"And the Danse Macabre is a story and song I like quite a lot. I like dancing and it seemed to fit. Death letting the dead come from their graves once a year by clicking his heel against the graves. Letting them dance and sing to his tune. Reminds me of when I carve, hurting but also making them feel alive for real. Not knowing what you have until you lose it. Or rather nearly lose it." She shrugged, she had lost something without knowing about it before and getting it back had been the best thing she had ever felt.
"Ah, it was just a slip of the tongue. You see, my tuner always calls me kitty, so when you said cheetah, my mind went there. And I would not know, it feels real enough, but I am no expert. It definitely feels... Vivid, when I run with it. I had normal A-T´s before, but this is. Wow." Her face did not often show emotions, but as she said that, a weird shiver ran over the maid´s face. She looked dreamily at the A-T´s. They really did not even need to be compared to her old ones. A league of their own and a friend she had met half way between training and blood.
"Since we have a guest over who looks starved I guess it will be thinly cut meager steak. Noodles, a nice thick bechamél sauce, a bit changed to fit the steak. Peas, carrots and lettuce salad with toasted bread. Not really a feast, but it will do until I can go shopping tomorrow." Picking up a remote, she pressed a few buttons and the sound of hot water pouring into a tub was audible. She had bought a remote with the hardware before and had never been happier. Made it so much easier and she could just let the machine take over testing the water.
"Hot bath it is. You need it. Bubbles and onsen smell included." Vy said and tilted her head slightly. The maid cap ruffling a little at the movement. Whatever the girl was thinking about it seemed to be pretty deep in the A-T business. She had a feeling that Byakko and Kari would get along well. "Ah, don´t worry, I have clothes for you. They should fit easily. I will put your clothes through a thorough wash." Or the incinerator. Hopefully the thought did not show on her face. But she did not see a future for the clothes Byakko wore.
Not in this dorm nor outside of it. She could always get other clothes and the ones Vy had in mind for the girl would be interesting enough to tide her over until then.
tag(s) : Byakko Nishiaki --- words: some --- notes: 911! a maid stole my coffee mug *beep* |
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