Otono-Tachibana Makie (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therewerefifty) wrote2013-05-04 11:18 am
therewerefifty) wrote2013-05-04 11:18 am
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[Makie has had the facts of this place explained to her already, by a gentleman in a... fairly awkward situation.
It doesn't prepare her for the reality of a village with occupants like none she's ever seen before. Some of you aren't even human, Luceti. The hell. She wanders the path of the village from Community Building #1 down toward the plaza still in her New Feather dress, just like a gawking tourist, and spends some time staring at the fountain and plaza itself. Uh.
...right. Okay. Time to begin glancing through various shops in her attempts to find the places she was told her things would be. She finds her clothes with a measure of relief, and her shamisen at the item store-- and after she picks it up, she frowns. It's too light. She doesn't need to open it to know she's missing something.
Eventually, she'll find her way into the forge to pick up the last of her things, pays a visit to the Welcome Centre-- and then finally fetches up at the tea shop, which is the most familiar-looking thing here.
...sort of. Never really loses that dazed and confused look.]
It doesn't prepare her for the reality of a village with occupants like none she's ever seen before. Some of you aren't even human, Luceti. The hell. She wanders the path of the village from Community Building #1 down toward the plaza still in her New Feather dress, just like a gawking tourist, and spends some time staring at the fountain and plaza itself. Uh.
...right. Okay. Time to begin glancing through various shops in her attempts to find the places she was told her things would be. She finds her clothes with a measure of relief, and her shamisen at the item store-- and after she picks it up, she frowns. It's too light. She doesn't need to open it to know she's missing something.
Eventually, she'll find her way into the forge to pick up the last of her things, pays a visit to the Welcome Centre-- and then finally fetches up at the tea shop, which is the most familiar-looking thing here.
...sort of. Never really loses that dazed and confused look.]
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Although he was definitely sure there was no one in the apartment before he went to take a shower. So naturally, he was taken aback after he finished his shower and pulled to curtain to suddenly find a woman he had never seen before in his bathtub.]
How...? [Very few things normally surprise him in a place like Luceti, but sometimes it still catches him off guard. Noting the woman's clothes, she must have been new...and slowly all the pieces come together. Looking irritable, he decides not to wake her up just yet. He's...not exactly wearing anything right now and he's sure seeing someone indecent would be the last thing this woman wanted to see. So, he's going to attempt to leave the bathroom to get his clothes first.]
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--and whatever she's lying on is far less comfortable than the mat she curled up on the night before. Her shoulderblades feel stiff and sore, and though she thinks maybe she just...rolled onto the hard floor in the night, it's enough to get her moving...
...and she cracks open an eye just in time to see a naked man disappear from the room.
WELP.
Wonderful thing to wake up to, Alexei. She won't make a sound. Not until he leaves the room, at any rate-- though he could still turn to catch her staring at him before he goes.]
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Hello!
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Hello. I've...
...just arrived. [Still shellshocked, yup.] I was told I might find information or a place to stay here.
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He was certain that no one would be in his path. But there is, as he moves at an incredible speed towards her. He tries to take measures to avoid her, but he starts by shouting at the top of his lungs.]
MISS! I DO NOT WISH TO BARREL INTO YOU!
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She's surprised enough she nearly lets him barrel right into her on the sidewalk, but reflexes take over soon enough and she neatly sidesteps, turning to continue gaping at him as he barrels on past. THE PEOPLE IN THIS TOWN ARE WEIRD.]
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You're new.
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[The uniform is unfamiliar but its purpose isn't. She assumes he's one of the people in authority here. Respect is playing it safe.]
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You know, if I were you I think I'd look at the fountain after I found some warmer clothes to wear.
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...ah. Yes. You're right. [She smooths down the dress selfconsciously.] I'd just never seen... this before.
[Or, you know. Anything here.]
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.. and that's how she ends up bumping right into the woman on the path. ]
W.. wah...
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...you're Japanese. She thinks.] Are you all right?
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Smiling cheerfully, the goddess approaches, dipping her head slightly in greeting. Not so far as to be deferential, but enough to be polite. Her own clothes might be familiar enough to Makie as well, a blue-green kimono decorated in the elaborate styles of the Muromachi courts, complete with embroidery in a fine gold thread. She aims to dress to impress after all!]
Good afternoon, miss.
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Her return bow is deep enough to mark respect for a woman of higher station, because manners. But Makie really is very happy to find you.]
Good afternoon. [Encouraged by that smile, she adds more candidly:] It's... quite a relief to see you.
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Hello.
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Hello.
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Hello there! Welcome to Celsius Tear. Would you like to sit down at a table?
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...yes, please. [She sees there are at least some tables with a seating arrangement she recognises. Familiarity is kind of welcome, right about now. AND BECAUSE SHE'S HAVING TROUBLE WITH THIS CONCEPT, Makie asks again:] Is there a cost?
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When Dash spots Makie, she can't help but snort. She knows that confused look anywhere.]
I was starting to wonder when the newbies would start popping up.
/died laughing
And stares
And then stares some more
....possibly her brain just shorted out. DEAR GOD WHAT IS SHE LOOKING AT]
I saw nonhumans mentioned and felt obligated. B] Yup.
Beautiful |D
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[IN DA KITCHEN || Action ]
Enjoy swords, knives, metal fans, staffs, flails, (if you can think of it, it's probably in this kitchen) in boxes that are overflowing with suds. It's a wonder she hasn't cut herself yet. However, she does seem rather comfortable in this environment so this might be a good place to get some well deserved answers! ]
[IN DA KITCHEN || Action! ]
...well, she would have passed. If she hadn't passed right at the moment Tenten lifts a flail from one of those boxes, and recognition stops her in her tracks, turning to get a closer look.
It's a girl. Washing weapons. Which...isn't unheard of; daughters and sisters are often sent on the errand to polish the family's weapons. But it still feels so out of place that she can't help but stare. Not to mention take inventory. Wow. That's...more weapons than Manji ever had. Pretty impressive.
She doesn't say anything, but she is kind of standing in the doorway watching with avid curiosity, still in her New Feather dress.]
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Even still, he manages a friendly smile for the woman he can only assume is a New Feather. ]
Uh, hey. Welcome to Slash 'n' Crash. Are you looking for something?
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I am. I'm told this is where I might find weapons that come to Luceti. Is that so?
[This place is bizarre and strange, and she's already run into another woman who owned a plethora of weapons. Her request is just an ordinary one, she hopes.]
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[Action] // Shhhh I'm totally not late
[She cuts off as she realizes she's throwing a public tantrum and there's a person right there looking confused.] Hello. [Great first impression.]
[Action] // Never late
Children, maybe. This woman is no child.]
Hello. [She's courteous, but outbursts tend to make Makie quiet. She is trying to work out what the woman's problem is, though.]
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That's a nice banjo you got there, babe. I've been known to make a little music myself.
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Largely because Makie is still standing there with her hand wrapped around the neck of the shamisen and a look that's carefully blank as she stares a hole through the wall. She's thinking someone stole her weapon, scenarios running through her mind, and as such his words go entirely unheard.
Try again?]
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Hey. Anything special you want? [No idea who this is, but that rarely stops her.] We have pretty much everything.
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