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Entry tags:
- !event,
- #the regent,
- #xishen,
- amos burton: lover,
- ciel: martyr,
- emet-selch: champion,
- eustace: firebrand,
- father paul hill: martyr,
- howl: celebrant,
- lottie person: visionary,
- luo binghe: firebrand,
- majorita: firebrand,
- makoto ("m"): firebrand,
- matt jamison: visionary,
- meteion: innocent,
- minegishi gen: lover,
- misa amane: lover,
- silco: visionary,
- tartaglia (childe): firebrand
EVENT #2: HEARTS LIKE YOURS (ACHAMOTH)
Achamoth
A DEITY'S WELCOME
After only a day or two on the river, the newly christened Kenoma will arrive in the city of Achamoth. The architecture is the more striking things about it, as if its skyline has been built up and constantly improved over many centuries. It's clear from even the riverside view that there is an artistic tendency towards building humanoid shapes into the supports and detailing of structures here, creating the strange effect of placing hundreds of silhouettes in your peripheral vision. If you ask the sailors why its like that, they will simply say it's the way its always been. Any metaphorical seed was planted long before anyone here was born. The Citadel can be seen even from the entrance of the city, a towering spiral that looms over the rest of the land around it, lit from within by various magical energies. That's your destination, you are told. Soon, you will be passed into the care of the Citadel's staff, and will be sure to meet with city's elites not long after.
They aren't wrong. When you show up at the port closest to the Citadel, the street are always lined with people waiting to greet you. It's easy to recognize now how diverse the population of Horos can be, with many of those waiting showing off unusual heights, colors, and appendages, though appearances that are typically 'human' are still the most common. Most of them wear dark outfits with a gothic flare, with mask-like facial adornments apparently being fashionable. They cheer and chant as you come down from the boat, tossing flower petals and small gemstones onto the path you walk upon. This continues all the way to the Citadel.
Once you are inside, up winding paths of stairs, you will be shown to your new quarters to rest. You're each assigned a lavish bedroom with servants stopping by ever so often, offering to bring you food, clothing, or other items of comfort. There are a variety of soaps in your room's private bath. You are told that if you take a liking to any individual servant that you may claim them as your permanent retainer, though you are not required to. Their dispositions range from euphoric to be serving you to quiet and shy, but there is a notable lack of resentment.
After about a day of rest, you will be brought an official invitation by one of the servants. Apparently, the Regent has requested your presence for supper that evening. It is not optional.
THE FEAST
A few hours before suppertime, one of the servants will arrive to take you 'clothes shopping' for something appropriately formal to wears for your meeting with the Regent. In practice, this means taking you to one of several changing rooms filled with costly formal wear. The styles and sizes are diverse, which makes sense when you are informed that they are a collection of offerings from local weavers and seamstresses, some of which have been waiting for an owner for quite some time. From an Earthly point of view, there is a wide spectrum of cultural aesthetics, though most of them lean towards the same dark colors and gothic sensibilities that you saw the citizens of Achamoth wearing. Headpieces and artistic masks are plentiful, but not mandatory though the servant will tell you they are in vogue. A servant will be able to make alterations to your clothing with magic to achieve a proper fit.After that, you have a couple more hours to prepare before you are invited to a lounge-like area for pre-meal drinks. You can get almost any kind of cocktail you can imagine, including some you can't, and will be allowed to chat each other up for about an hour before the feast begins. Some small appetizers are available, and soft, rhythmic music plays in the background. If you look for her, Xishen is present as well, dressed in a black evening gown with golden accents that flicker like stars in the night sky, her long hair pinned up into a messy bun and decorated with hair-sticks. As usual, she seems to be avoiding company for the moment, though she is keeping an eye on everyone. Perhaps she's counting heads to make sure there are no stragglers.
When the time arrives, two huge doors are opened, leading you into a room that looks like a mixture of a dining room and a cathedral. Ahead of you, three long takes are connected together in the shape of a triangle, with a large throne positioned at the point furthest into the room; it is presently empty. You'll be instructed to take a seat, basking in the multicolored flames of the candles and torches lighting the room. As you find your places, all seats will be filled except for the throne up front, with Xishen at its side. All you can do now is await your host.
[Mealtime interactions with the Regent can be threaded here. They will arrive right after the first course has been served.]
EXPLORATION
Having survived supper with the Regent, the next few weeks are essentially yours to plan. Though the Regent indicates that there is work for you to do on the Horizon, for now your orders are to simply rest and prepare. You'll have access to the Citadel's armory to acquire any basic armor or weaponry you could need; though none of what's on offer seems to be enchanted, it is undoubtedly the work of a master. Clothing is much the same as it was for the formal wear you picked out, though you will find there are more practical offerings available as well. If you don't find anything to your tastes, you are also welcome to go out on the town with a generous allowance from the Regent's own coffers.Clothing isn't the only thing you can get out in the city, though. While there are material goods of many kinds available, the most tempting thing for many residents is the raw hedonism of the city's entertainment district. It has just about anything you could imagine, from day spas to gambling to brothels, and none of it is contained by the burden of law. Any Achamite entertainment seen as too intense to face daylight would certainly not be for the faint of heart.
The locals haven't had enough time to recognize the city's new Aions on sight, but if they see your shard or or any other sign of your status, you are bound to attract a lot of attention. You're a celebrity in these streets, and while it can get you plenty of favors or even unsolicited offerings, it can also be quite overwhelming. In many cases, Achamite's religious fervor exceeds their survival instinct, at least in terms of the ones most likely to bother you. They will back off if threatened by you, but they will take politeness as an invitation to continue.
When leaving the Citadel, a servant will usually try to accompany you, though they will stay behind if you order them to do so. They insist that it will be easier for you to get around with a dedicated guide, but in the end you're the one in charge.
QUESTIONS
How does my character picking a retainer work?
All Kenoma are offered the opportunity to take on an NPC retainer after arriving at the Citadel. This retainer will be an NPC created and played by you. They will be available day and night to attend to your character's needs. These servants understand the Regent largely from a religious perspective and will not have any outspoken anti-Regent sentiments, though they may or may not be nervous about their new master. Generally speaking, though, this is in a new job jitters sort of way, as working in the Citadel is considered to be a job of great cultural and religious significance. They want to do a good job! You are free to develop your retainer's personality and relationship with your character. If your character (or you) are not interested in having a personal retainer, they will instead be served by a rotation of unattached servants.
How much money are Kenomas given for shopping?
They will be given an emerald's worth in jools, which is 1000 units. This is about how much a minimum wage worker makes in two months. They will continue receiving spending money on a monthly basis, though the Citadel itself will take care of all of their needs. On an OOC level its safe to say that average city expenditures will be covered by the money they are given, though they are welcome to invest that money in making more money if they have to skills to do so.
What sorts of things are there in the entertainment district? Is anything illegal?
Almost everything is legal in Achamoth when it comes to entertainment, and there is not much government oversight in the way anything is run. This means that most 'entertainment' you can imagine is both present and largely unregulated, and it doesn't need to be underground on account of how permissive Achamite law is. Brothels, drugs, and even bloodsport are all fair game... technically, participants in brothels and bloodsports must be willing but that 'consent' can be pretty nebulous. 'Extreme' bloodsport is generally hush hush (those that are particularly graphic and unpleasant, or basically torture) and behind closed doors mostly just to avoid causing a fuss.
The one thing there is official rulings on, straight from the Regent, is the enforcement of 'age of consent' and laws against child abuse. Children are generally not allowed to participate in those skeevier activities and there is a cultural expectation for people to raise their children properly, though this still goes wrong fairly frequently. It's just one of the things that is actually punished. Adults, however, have fewer innate protections.
All Kenoma are offered the opportunity to take on an NPC retainer after arriving at the Citadel. This retainer will be an NPC created and played by you. They will be available day and night to attend to your character's needs. These servants understand the Regent largely from a religious perspective and will not have any outspoken anti-Regent sentiments, though they may or may not be nervous about their new master. Generally speaking, though, this is in a new job jitters sort of way, as working in the Citadel is considered to be a job of great cultural and religious significance. They want to do a good job! You are free to develop your retainer's personality and relationship with your character. If your character (or you) are not interested in having a personal retainer, they will instead be served by a rotation of unattached servants.
How much money are Kenomas given for shopping?
They will be given an emerald's worth in jools, which is 1000 units. This is about how much a minimum wage worker makes in two months. They will continue receiving spending money on a monthly basis, though the Citadel itself will take care of all of their needs. On an OOC level its safe to say that average city expenditures will be covered by the money they are given, though they are welcome to invest that money in making more money if they have to skills to do so.
What sorts of things are there in the entertainment district? Is anything illegal?
Almost everything is legal in Achamoth when it comes to entertainment, and there is not much government oversight in the way anything is run. This means that most 'entertainment' you can imagine is both present and largely unregulated, and it doesn't need to be underground on account of how permissive Achamite law is. Brothels, drugs, and even bloodsport are all fair game... technically, participants in brothels and bloodsports must be willing but that 'consent' can be pretty nebulous. 'Extreme' bloodsport is generally hush hush (those that are particularly graphic and unpleasant, or basically torture) and behind closed doors mostly just to avoid causing a fuss.
The one thing there is official rulings on, straight from the Regent, is the enforcement of 'age of consent' and laws against child abuse. Children are generally not allowed to participate in those skeevier activities and there is a cultural expectation for people to raise their children properly, though this still goes wrong fairly frequently. It's just one of the things that is actually punished. Adults, however, have fewer innate protections.
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[ That retort is offered at a deadpan, but Gen still steps forward to squint at the rack of jewelry that Misa had selected her purchase from. Everything looks too shiny and sparkly and delicate; not that he's the type to wear jewelry in the first place, but this is really the type of stuff he can't imagine tolerating.
He picks up a similar pair of bracelets -- these ones with blu-ish stones -- like he's not sure how to even handle them. ]
I don't do that kinda stuff, but she wasn't into it either. Nothing that cutesy. [ He puts the bracelets back down, a little more careless than he probably should have been. ] Can't imagine any guys being into that sorta thing, but I guess even celebs don't wanna bother with it, huh.
[ He's just assuming, given what Misa's said about her own occupation, that her boyfriend's also some insufferable starlet. ]
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Ahaha, my boyfriend is just a university student. Well, he's famous at his school... he's the top student there. So he's a celebrity in his own way!
[ Somewhere, Light is cringing at her giving away all this personal information about him, but he's not here to stop her, so she just rambles on. The way she speaks of him is a tone well-soaked in adoration and pride; it's clear she really does love him. Her eyes peek on over at the pair of bracelets Gen had picked up, wordlessly flicking her eyes between them and Gen before deciding to pick them up herself, too. ]
He's just really serious, and not interested in fashion. I can convince him if he says no, though.... probably. I guess your girlfriend isn't the cutesy type, so she doesn't ever try stuff like that. Not that it'd probably work on you. Unless you're weak to your girlfriend's charms?
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As for Misa's (joking?) question, he snorts at that. ]
Do I look like the type? [ He knows he doesn't. As much of a trashy delinquent as he is, Gen's always maintained a certain level of self-awareness. And maybe just because Misa seems like an insufferable romantic, he makes a point of deadpanning: ] We were together mostly for the sex. And we broke up just before I got here, anyway.
[ ... well, sort of. Some stabbing was involved. Don't worry about it. ]
The one you already bought looks better. [ That change of subject is accompanied by a small nod towards the bracelets she's holding, a pause, then a curious tilt of the head. ] What're those for, though. Isn't he already dead? If the worlds we're from are already gone and all.
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Even if that's true... [ Her brow knits with the effort to think her way around any genuine acceptance of the world ending. Gently, she places the blue pair of bracelets back on the display, clutching the other red one tight to her chest, to her exposed shard. ] That's just more of a reason for me to do anything I can for the Regent.
[ And honestly, she hadn't thought of things this way until this very moment. Now that she considers it, if the world did end, thus killing Light, then that means... ]
We get to remake the world however we want when we win, right? So I'd just bring him back. No matter what.
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Only a little! Only a teeny tiny bit! But really, he does. He's not a sociopath, after all, and though Misa's brand of saccharine devotion to her boyfriend is honestly kind of baffling and nauesating for him ... He does flinch ever so slightly when he notices the way she suddenly averts her gaze, brow lowered and fingers wound tight around those bracelets. Crass as he is, he's not blind to those very obvious signs of turmoil, and though a part of him has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at how fragile girls always are, he at least knows to hold his tongue.
Besides, it's not like he doesn't get it at all. That desire to see someone important again. ]
Yeah, yeah, I get it.
[ Ugh, girls are such a pain to handle. Given how aggravatingly cheerful she's been all this time, it feels weird hearing her sound relatively subdued, and Gen looks away as he rubs a hand at the back of his neck. His voice a touch lower as he mutters, ]
Guess there's a chance he might end up here, too. Like we did. Who knows how they're choosing who ends up in this place.
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Oh, yeah, you're right! That'd be awesome. If Light was here, he'd know just what to do to help us win in a heart beat... he's so smart.
[ God, she shouldn't have thought about this at length in response to just one question - she's feeling a little nauseous. Light can't be dead. She can't let that happen. Or she'll have no reason to go on anymore... she can feel the cold grip of despair latch on to her core, and her only trustworthy response to it is to abort, abort, abort, so she shakes her head faintly once, and quite unnaturally, plasters a smile back on her face. ]
But I won't count on it. We might be the only Aions! Which means we'll have to get super, super strong to finish this on our own, and save the ones we care about. I'm all pumped up to become stronger after talking to the Regent at dinner— I bet you are, too.
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... sure. But not 'cause I'm looking to save anyone.
[ Too bad that tiny glimpse of non-shitty attitude is quickly squelched in favor of that ridiculous tough-guy response, droned out at a deadpan as he saunters forward to take another glimpse at the jewelry on displace. At least he has the good sense to take the cue and move on from the subject of Misa's boyfriend, mostly because she seems a bit like she's going to start crying if he doesn't. The less effort he has to expend on keeping her from kicking up a fuss in public, the better. ]
If my home's gone, it's gone. I'm not gonna think about it any more than I have to. [ He says, like a liar. The hard edge to his words does have a slightly forced quality to it, and he tries to distract from it by picking up a truly horrendous bracelet to look over. ] Just not interested in getting my ass kicked again. Next time I see those guys I'm gonna fuck'em up.
[ And then, pause. A blink. Then he looks to Misa with eyebrow raised. ]
-- how're you planning on getting stronger?
[ Because he really can't picture her doing, like ... pushups or whatever. ]
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Magic, of course. I'm sure there's some cool ability I can get for some kind of price... for blood, or ingredients for potions, or something like that. That kind of myth is pretty popular in the occult, but I bet it's real here.
[ Misa seems totally serious, not thinking it's too suspicious of her to say something like this given she can always say she's just super into creepy witch stuff (and it's kind of true, anyway.) In either case, she speaks like she has a firm belief that nothing powerful will come free - and that it won't take a ton of training, either. Really, she's nearly nonchalant.
Then, she holds up a silver ear cuff to the air, eyes flicking between it and his face, trying to decide in her mind if it would suit him. Did he ask for her styling consultation? No, but he's getting it. ]
It'll be way faster that way. [ ... ] Don't tell me you're just gonna do some workouts?
[ One gets the sense she's trying to find the biggest shortcut to power - and sees no point in the training montage of it all. ]
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Dunno much about that kinda occult shit, I was never into it. But I guess if it'd exist anywhere, it'd be here. Lemme know if you figure out anything about it.
[ There's the clink of metal as he puts back that hideous bracelet and returns his hands to his pockets. Yeah, nothing here that'd suit his girlfriend's tastes. ... not that he cares. Not that he thinks about her at all. ]
But I dunno if that's reliable. There's no guarantee, is there? [ He glances towards her once more, noticing what she's doing with the ear cuff, but ignores it for now. ] That guy who left during the dinner -- Emet-Selch? Been trying to get him to show me how magic works, but there's no guarantee I can get that to work quickly, either. So I did start training for now. 'm better with that kinda thing anyway -- I'm used to fights, and if I can learn to use a weapon properly, I'll at least have that to fall back on.
[ His approach runs opposite to Misa's. Despite his shitty delinquent attitude, he's perhaps surprisingly pragmatic and prepared to get his hands dirty when there's work to be done; he's not about to rely on any luck with shortcuts or miracle abilities, either. ]
You should probably at least start carrying a weapon, too. Just in case.
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[ Yes, this genuinely slipped her mind until this very moment. Jewelry and thoughts of her boyfriend had completely taken precedent over the real importance of arming herself for the upcoming conflicts, and she doesn't even seem ashamed of this fact. Actually, now she seems a little excited over having an excuse to be annoying and drag Gen around the city for longer.
She goes back to finding some kind of cool piercing for his other ear, keeping the cuff she'd picked out balled up in her palm. ]
And, I'll be honest, I want to learn magic too, but there's no way I'm learning it from that guy. Can't you try learning from Ciel instead?
[ And like the mean girl that she is, she says this like Gen himself is crazy for even getting near him - that guy has to be the most scorned person in Achamoth. She's way more concerned with maintaining her favor with the Regent than she is with trying to learn whatever magic he allegedly knows.. it's just not worth it. ]
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Not like I'm against learning it from this Ciel chick. But I don't know her, I don't know what she can do. I talked to the guy on the boat ride here, and he directly showed me his magic. It's just easier talking to him -- and it's not like I'm asking to be his best friend.
[ Because, ultimately, Gen isn't so generous as to ignore the possible risks of associating with Emet-Selch too much. The Regent's harsh treatment of the man had been obvious, and he's not excited to earn that same sort of scorn. This much should be fine, though, shouldn't it? He just wants to learn what he can so he can fight better for the Regent next time, so ... shouldn't it be okay?
... what a pain in the ass.
Gen sighs as he rubs a hand against his jaw, then raises his voice a notch. ]
And hurry up, if you wanted to go look at weapons. How long're you gonna be looking at this junk?
[ Did he originally plan on going to look at weapons with Misa? No. But he should probably go look at them anyway, and the thought of being accompanied by someone who knows just as little about weapons as him is more appealing than going alone. So -- yeah, just gonna take that 'we' Misa said first and pretend it was his idea in the first place. ]
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[ She rolls her eyes as if her good intentions are totally being spat on, putting a hand on her hip. Frowning, she gives up on her quest to finding something else for him, plucking a jewel from her black, velvety purse, handing it to the seller who seems to barely contain their excitement at touching hands with a Kenoma Aion. Soon after, she makes motions to leave the stall with him. ]
There, happy? Stupid Gen. [ Petty and obviously overplaying her annoyance, she puffs her cheeks out, flicking her hair over her shoulder before holding out the cuff to him. It's simple, dark, with no gaudy decorations. ] You would look way cooler if you wore something like this, you know. Don't all delinquents have piercings nowadays? If you won't wear it, I will, so you hurry up.
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And why would it be a problem to me if you wear it?
[ Still, even as he says that, he does languidly reach forth to take the cuff, rolling it idly between his fingers for a moment before holding it up to squint at it. It looks ... fine? Probably? And while he's not really interested in this kind of frou-frou nonsense ... something tells him the fuss Misa's going to kick up if he tosses it back to her just isn't going to be worth it. (And maybe a small part of him doesn't mind just how mundane and boring dealing with stupid jewelry is.)
So he sighs and awkwardly fumbles it on, brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to get it to slip into place. ] Dunno about big-city punks, but I helped work construction, alright? Wearing jewelry on worksites is asking for trouble, so I never got into this shit.
[ So he says, but once the cuffs properly on, he does pull his hand away to give Misa a look that silently asks, 'so how is it?' ]
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Hmmmm..... yep! You look a little more intimidating now.
[ Not that she particularly finds him that intimidating, despite their huge difference in height, and Gen's overall prickly behaviors. It's nothing out of the ordinary for her, really. He seems like a meaner, more easily annoyed member of the investigation team, and she's never let those guys yelling at her make her scared. Seeming pleased with herself, she returns her gaze to the roads ahead of them, paying no mind to the stares the both of them are attracting. And in actuality, she's fully just going along with wherever Gen leads them, because she 100% forgot the direction from which they came. ]
I didn't know you worked in construction though, so you get a free pass on not knowing about this stuff. Is that a family thing?
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Horrible, ungrateful youth that he is, of course Gen doesn't express any actual thanks to Misa. But it's telling enough that he raises no further complaint, only touching a hand to his ear to get used to the feel of metal against his skin. And after a moment he gives a noncommittal grunt, then jerks his to indicate that Misa should follow as he starts leading the way back down the street. ]
Yeah, our family ran a company. I was supposed to take over whenever my old man retires. [ It's said pretty flatly, though. Clearly, he'd never been that attached to his future of following in his father's footsteps. ] Never thought I'd end up in a situation like this, instead. -- there. C'mon.
[ Lucky for Misa, he's always had a fairly sharp eye for directions and geography. The sign for a weapons store hangs overhead two, three blocks further down the street. ]
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I don't think any of us expected it, [ She hums, keeping close to him in the crowd. ] But we're getting a big chance to change the world. I don't mind.
[ Getting dragged into all this, that is. She's sure most of the people take her happy and bright demeanor in the face of the circumstances they've all been put in to be the result of her not understanding the weight of it all... and that'd be fine, if that were the case. But really, she finds that she just doesn't care that they were all ripped from their normal lives, so long as they all get what they were promised. Far off, she wonders if that's the impression Gen has of her - and then, once they've walked for a short bit, her eyes brighten up like a lightbulb went off in her head. ]
Hey, I know, maybe you can help me pick something out, since I don't really know anything about tools. [ Knowing about tools is the same as knowing about weapons (?? in her airheaded mind), plus he's a delinquent, so she imagines he's like, beating people up sometimes? Hopefully only bad kids. Anyway, she's annoyingly tugging at the elbow his sleeve along with her attempts to cajole him into it. ] Or else I'll just end up buying whatever isn't too heavy for me.
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Though -- that's mostly only if he stops and thinks about it. On a day to day basis, he figures it's probably okay to just write her off as a bubbly idiot. Like right now, when she goes tugging at his sleeve like she's asking if they wanna go buy ice cream together. ]
S'not like I know how to buy weapons in a place like this either. [ Probably unsurprising that Gen immediately grumbles in response. But she did buy him that earring (that he didn't ask for), and they'll be stuck in the store together anyway, so. ] ... ugh, fine.
[ Rude shit that he is, he doesn't hold the door open for her as he enters the store or anything. But he refrains from immediately walking off, only casting a brief look towards the wall lined with maces and bludgeons before grudgingly slinking towards a cabinet lined with daggers and short swords, instead.
Notably, he hangs back a pace or two, hands shoved in his pockets as he squints at the display. ]
... picking something you can carry easily's probably most important. And if they're that small, knives probably really are the most reliable. I don't know guns, but they probably need too much maintenance if you're not used to them. [ Gen looks aside, taking in the rest of the store as he continues listlessly, ] Try picking one up, I guess. See if it's comfortable enough to swing around.
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So, when she waltzes on over to the display, listening to his explanations, she immediately goes for the dagger in the cabinet with the most ornate, gothic handle, turning it this way and that in her hand. ]
"Swing around?" I'm not gonna have to do anything that messy.
[ Because ew, blood splatter, right?? Poor little Misa would never get involved in such a thing. She makes a show of picking up all the shiniest and prettiest knives, before settling on one that's quite small - about the length of half her forearm. Then, quite foolishly, she holds it out vertically in front of her with a sudden bout of triumph, her grip tight around the handle. ]
Soooo, I'll just get this! That was easy.
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It's that indignity more than any real worry for her that has him stepping forward with a sigh. (Or at least, that's what he tells himself. It's mostly true. Mostly.) ]
Not that one, stupid.
[ He plucks the knife out of her hand with ease; he's a lot stronger than her, and it's not hard to tug it away. But Gen looks uncomfortable as he holds the knife, eyes narrowed and fingers wrapped gingerly around the hilt, like he's holding something unsavory. ]
Look -- you hold a knife real tight when you're using it. Like this, right. [ Gripping it tight to demonstrate for a moment before going right back to holding it uneasily. ] This shit -- [ He taps the knife's handle against the cabinet as he speaks, the various ornate decorations around the guard quietly pinging off the wood. ] -- is gonna dig into your hand the moment you use it. It'll fuck up your hand almost as good as it fucks up whoever you use it on. So not this one.
[ And with that, he tosses it back into its place on the cabinet. ]
Pick something else. I'm not getting dragged back here just 'cause you made a bad choice.
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What? Really? I guess I never thought of it that way... wow, Gen really does know about these things.
[ That's said mostly to herself, just slightly awed. When she returns her attentions back to perusing the cabinet again, her lips are pursed, and she seems a little more focused, now. Even her words seem more weighty than her typical breezy, airheaded tone: ]
I want something small that I can hide, you know? [ She finally decides to say something honest about her quest - as she's actually given this a fair amount of thought. It'd be suicide for her to try to attack anyone first in her current state, she thinks. So she needs something small enough that she can hide away - only to be used an opportune moment when she has the element of surprise on her side. ] It's better to keep things a secret. For someone like me, anyway...
[ And that's all she offers in her defense of her initial choice, sounding quite convinced of the fact, even if she trails off while she inspects a few knives of similar size with smoother looking handles. ]
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He's a little suspicious, but at the same time, he realls the matter-of-fact way Misa had previously mentioned her past. Makes sense something like that would fuck a person up. Probably. ]
... that one. Or that one.
[ Gen bluntly points to two other knives on the rack. They're frankly very uncute, almost utilitarian in design. But after a pause, he wearily points to one more -- this one a little fancier in design, not completely unlike the gaudy one Misa had first chosen. They're all small and look light enough for Misa to use. ]
Or that one. Should be fine, probably. S'just common sense.
[ And with that he takes a step back and starts turning away. ]
I saw belts and stuff on the shelf near the door, so you should probably get one of those if you're looking to hide it. [ Implied approval of her tactic to keep her weapon hidden. His assessment of her intelligence has gone up one (1) point. ] I'm gonna go look over there for my own stuff.
[ 'Over there' being a shelf of maces and flails. They're more his style and, importantly, they're not knives. ]
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Aw, fine. No fun.
[ Because in her mind it'd be more fun to pick and choose together... however, she also accepts her lack of knowledge on the topic, and the likelihood that he probably wants to do things by himself. With a singsong tune, she smiles broadly, her words an even mix of genuine and teasing. ]
Thanks a bunch, anyway. You're a big help, so I'll have to bring you along next time too.