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pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
All this bad blood here: Open job post!
Who: Caren and you!
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there
I: Vessel of hope
[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.
A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.
It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.
Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]
II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures
A
Ah. That would be perfect.
[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]
If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.
B
[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]
I know the answer. Just...need a moment.
[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]
III: Rebuild Palamede!
A
[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.
Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.
This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]
B
[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!
There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...
She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there
I: Vessel of hope
[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.
A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.
It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.
Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]
II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures
A
Ah. That would be perfect.
[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]
If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.
B
[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]
I know the answer. Just...need a moment.
[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]
III: Rebuild Palamede!
A
[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.
Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.
This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]
B
[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!
There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...
She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]
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He then looks back to Caren, and the realization that she’s been taking pictures the whole time dawns on him. ]
Wait a minute-- miss, you weren’t taking pictures of all that, were you?! I didn’t look my best! [ To say the least. ]
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But at his question, she slowly blinks and pulls the camera away from her face.]
They were candid shots.
[She corrects him. Gently though as she cradles her camera in her hands.]
The one where your butt crack was showing was a beautiful shot.
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It's been far too long for Jae-ha to remember since he's met a girl who will speak so bluntly to him. Even in the brothels he frequented, most women knew that a coy facade would net them the most customers. Color actually rises to his cheeks (the ones on his face!), and he actually looks a little bashful. It only lasts a split second, however, before he steps out of the fountain, shivering and littered in goosebumps. ]
I... didn't know you were after those kinds of shots. [ He walks towards her, leaning down and trying to get a look at the picture, though he's careful not to drip on her. It's fine if he gets sick, but not her. ] Are you sure you're satisfied with such an... undignified photo?
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Clearly, she has to figure out how to do it again.]
I was not. But opportunities arise, and one must take what they can.
[Totally without shame. See, she even flips to the point where he can take a look at himself, butt up in the air, looking for his camera in the water.]
I will ask them if any of my photos are what they want. However, I am unsure if this will satisfy them. If not, then I can take more. Birds in midflight may do it.
[She's only tromping on his ego a little...oh wait, he's all over wet.]
Are you all right? You're shivering.
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It's no work of art (it's an asscrack shot??), but if she wants to keep it or submit it? Who was he do deny her?
His pride, however is wounded! He huffs a bit. ]
Birds in midflight? Myself in midflight is surely a better subject than birds!
[ He's still shivering, it's true, but he's oddly enough, not really making a move for his jacket. It's really refreshing out here. ]
It's nothing I can't handle. But, if you'd like to warm me up, I wouldn't complain. [ stares into the camera ]
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Ah, well.]
Perhaps. But I would not have you moving in mid air and getting sick because of it.
[That's her job. But...at his obvious flirtation, she slow blinks. Wait for it. Wait for it...]
One part of you, or all of you?
[There it is.]
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I'm touched by your concern, but if anything, it would help me dry off. I don't mind.
[ Even though he should know by now that she wouldn't respond as expected, he's still not ready for it. There's a heavy pause before he finds his words, and when he does, they don't sound quite as confident (or gross, possibly) as per usual. ]
I suppose... that depends on how generous you feel.
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She could alpha him away. It wouldn't be hard. He doesn't seem to know what to do when confronted by a woman who doesn't play coy. This might end up hilarious later, tbh.
So she turns towards him, before she leans up on her toes, and makes to kiss him hard on the mouth.
Answer the question at all?]
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Jae-ha’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he stands paralyzed, bewildered by the feeling of her soft lips and the sensation of foreign mana mingling with his own. It’s nice, and part of him wants to sink further into it, but there’s a feeling of being cornered prey, too.
It’s that feeling that causes him to pull away, his hands firmly on Caren’s shoulders and his expression somewhat darkened. He’s silent for a moment, because she’s right, he doesn’t face his very often, and all he wants to do is flee. ]
I think… drying off is a good idea, don’t you?
[ He lets go of her and turns around, and though it looks like he’s simply going to run, he looks over his shoulder and gives Caren a small smile and a wink. Make no mistake, however-- his heart is still beating wildly. ]
See you later, terrifying woman.
[ He does flee, however, kicking off the ground and leaping into the air, literally
...flying away. ]