Otono-Tachibana Makie (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therewerefifty) wrote2013-11-21 02:43 pm
therewerefifty) wrote2013-11-21 02:43 pm
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[Makie has been feeling restless lately. Usually content to live her days out in obscurity, she finds herself going out of her way to sit and people-watch more and more. It's still much the same thing. She's just...being obscure in company that doesn't notice. Yes. Or something.
If she were honest with herself, she'd know she was looking for someone in particular. She's been thinking of similarities lately. It's a nostalgia and a hurt, deep inside, knowing she will never go back to the person she truly loves. If this is her life now, here in Luceti...surely it's all right to move on and consider another? Even if the similarities she noted are stretched thin by further meetings...
But Makie is rarely honest. So she fidgets and is restless, and today after work at the restaurant, she breaks from usual routine to go shopping. The clothing store, trying on different outfits that aren't as traditional as her normal kimono. She remembers wearing jeans fondly in her other life. She ends up going home with a pair today. (She may never wear them, but hey. You never know.)
She goes to the item store for a more serious look at any hair ornaments she can find, and finds herself faintly regretting she ever cut her hair short. That one last memory, of fingers gently letting her hair down in the moonlight on the bridge. Only the more she thinks about it, the more the faintly disapproving face of her memories is replaced by another.
She goes to the teahouse to try and calm the unsettled feeling to her nerves, and ends up staring into space for a long time, unless interrupted by passers by.
She doesn't visit the battle dome at all, for once. Instead, once she's done at the tea house, she explores the village, hoping for a glimpse of someone in particular. It's...not unusual. She just enjoys the company of someone so intelligent. That's all it is.
There is nothing wrong here whatsoever.]
If she were honest with herself, she'd know she was looking for someone in particular. She's been thinking of similarities lately. It's a nostalgia and a hurt, deep inside, knowing she will never go back to the person she truly loves. If this is her life now, here in Luceti...surely it's all right to move on and consider another? Even if the similarities she noted are stretched thin by further meetings...
But Makie is rarely honest. So she fidgets and is restless, and today after work at the restaurant, she breaks from usual routine to go shopping. The clothing store, trying on different outfits that aren't as traditional as her normal kimono. She remembers wearing jeans fondly in her other life. She ends up going home with a pair today. (She may never wear them, but hey. You never know.)
She goes to the item store for a more serious look at any hair ornaments she can find, and finds herself faintly regretting she ever cut her hair short. That one last memory, of fingers gently letting her hair down in the moonlight on the bridge. Only the more she thinks about it, the more the faintly disapproving face of her memories is replaced by another.
She goes to the teahouse to try and calm the unsettled feeling to her nerves, and ends up staring into space for a long time, unless interrupted by passers by.
She doesn't visit the battle dome at all, for once. Instead, once she's done at the tea house, she explores the village, hoping for a glimpse of someone in particular. It's...not unusual. She just enjoys the company of someone so intelligent. That's all it is.
There is nothing wrong here whatsoever.]
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[She happily clambers onto her shoulder to rest there. Hope you don't mind affectionate nuzzling~!]
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She's remembering a conversation she had with Ikki a while ago. About electrical mice.]
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The scritching is quite welcome and she makes a few, small happy sounds on the way there. Oh, she likes you, Makie~!]
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What sort of things do you eat, then? Meat?
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Tucking her other wing-arm over her ear, she used the other to hold the leaf a bit high over her head.
Her now strangely squashed shape and the leaf sticking out to the side over her head gives the impression of a fruit, probably an apple?]
Eh-mon!
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Apples. I think apples are very easy to do.
[She will ask the nice staff for two, then. And offer one to Emolga.] Here you are.
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Emooolga? Are you in here? Sheesh, running off like that...!
[Emolga's ears prick at the sound.]
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I assume she's looking for you.
[Without waiting for a response, Makie moves in the young girl's direction. Hopefully it's okay she got the apples.]
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[She sighs and smiles apologetically.] Sorry if she was a handful...
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[She holds out her arms so Emolga can go back to her rightful owner. If 'owner' is the right word.]
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Mm? Oh, sure! They're her favourite.
Thank you for treating her kindly!
[Iris bows, briefly, in gratitude. Despite her appearance, she seems to have been raised with similar cultural practices. What's even odder (but also cute) is that Emolga follows her lead by kneelinb into something approaching a dogeza position in her trainer's arms and bows deeply, probably in apology, as she remains in that position even after her trainer rises.
It seemed more like a mother prompting her misbehaving child to apologize, rather than an owner and pet-like relationship.]
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You're most welcome. I quite like her.
My name is Makie Otono-Tachibana. May I... ask what your names are?
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E~monmon-ga, Monmon-gamonga-mon! [She's matching the syllables of her language to human words again, copying the intonation.]
My name is Iris!
And this is Emolga! [Emolga waves brightly.] Emonga!
If you want, we could visit you again sometime. I think I'd like to get to know you better too.
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