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tushanshu_ooc2016-03-15 04:14 am
Morphia Scarborough | OC
[6]
I hope you know this looks disgusting.
[She's eating the meal, though, apparently unfazed by the fact some part of it is still twitching. It's just knowledge she thought was valuable for everyone in the immediate vicinity to have.]
Delicious. But presentation does a lot, you know. You'd probably get a lot more business if this didn't look like it was about to strangle someone.
[10]
[As the day wears on and the shadows get longer, she finds herself a nice corner where the darkness pools, and hunkers down, considering the corner like there's some potential it might reveal to her the secrets of the universe.]
Hey. You'd tell me if you were here too, right? Unless this is some kind of-- shit, I don't know, independence test?
[Her expression twists wryly. She flicks her braid back over her shoulder and sighs.]
And if it was you wouldn't tell me. Right. And now I look like the crazy girl in the corner talking to nothing.
[9]
[Holy what the shit that's a dragon. Not on the same planet any more, she's pretty sure those went extinct at least a thousand years ago and there aren't any hills to be under here. Lord, what even.]
[Her fingers flex, and then she-- darts into an alley. Right.]
[About three seconds later, a large black cat of indeterminate breed emerges from a pile of discarded clothing and flings itself at the dragon like there's no tomorrow. Save people first, figure out dragon biology issues later.]
10!
Hey. Are you alright?
[God knows people do some pretty crazy things when they panic, but everyone here seems normal. Or at least, they seem like they believe they're normal. Not many of them talk to brick walls in public, anyway.]
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Yeah, I'm just having a great time talking to this wall. Real sparkling conversation.
[Sarcasm. She reminds herself, belatedly, that someone who stopped to ask if she was alright probably doesn't deserve biting, and sighs, sitting back on her heels.]
No, it's, uh. ...I was looking for someone.
[Still sounds crazy. At least it's not sarcasm?]
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Someone... [Tara glances at the wall. Nope, still nothing there.] Someone you can't see?
[There's a hint of a tease in there, but it's not condescending - more the sort that comes from honest confusion. It wouldn't be the strangest thing Tara's seen.]
Are they giving you a - a test?
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Sort of. He does a... a thing, with shadows.
[She makes a vague hand gesture to go with this, describing a nebulous sort of arc in the air between them.]
I can't always tell when he's listening. And he's pulled this sort of shit before.
[A beat. Well, okay, this is definitely the first time she's been pulled to an entire new world.]
...Shit in the same vein, but a lower order of magnitude.
You know. The irritating magical mentor that always knows best sort of type.
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Oh. [A beat.] You don't know how you got here either, huh?
[It's the only part of the girl's answer Tara feels qualified to comment on. It's terrible and frightening that neither of them know where they are, but Tara's smiling a little now. At least it isn't just her. They can figure it out together.]
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Nope. One minute cooking some fish, next minute weird city central.
[She interlaces her fingers, stretches them out, and stands-- she's maybe a bit past five feet when she's fully vertical. She offers a hand down to her new acquaintance.]
It could be worse. People could be trying to kill us.
[Something about the lopsided smile says she's actually serious about this one.]
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That's true. [She moves to fold her arms, an old habit Tara thought she broke. Must be this new weirdness, putting her on her guard. She consciously moves her arms back down to her sides and gives the girl a smile a little at odds with what she says next.] Does that happen to you a lot?
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[Her eyes flicker to Tara's hands -- that looked pretty conscious -- but whatever, not her business. And hey, she can smile over murder attempts.]
You know how it is. Shelter one endangered species...
[A flash of the same smile before she's turning her attention to the streets, sighing.]
I'm sure how serious it is will hit me later. What about you? You don't seem too surprised by all this.
10
There are worse things to look like! Long distance call not going through, huh?
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[...Oh, wow, that is virulently yellow. She's reluctantly impressed.]
You're right. I could be wearing that coat and talking to a wall.
[The grin is not exactly nice. It fades in a moment, and she glances to the side, where the shadows are longer and darker.]
...Yeah, you could say that. It's not really a surprise for someone who keeps his metaphorical phone on silent anyway, but...
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Yeah, Noyaux cloth doesn't come in subtle colours, but where else are you going to find fabric that regrows itself when it's torn, right?
[ He tilts his head to regard her. ]
Surprise or not, it's not fun. You get separated from your partner too?
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[That comes out very fast, insistent, like the distinction's important to her. Morphia bites her tongue once it's out, and glances at the corner one last time.]
[How's about they focus on something else.]
Your coat grows. That's handy. [But she has to lift her eyebrows at the tattered edges. It's not doing the greatest job, if that's the case, but okay, to be fair, she expects people in shadows. Probably that's just as weird.]
Did they not have anything besides don't-eat-me-I'm-venomous-yellow?
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If you cut it even, it just grows out again. But it does grow, I've had this since I was a kid, and it fit back then too.
Yellow, orange, red... electric blue... not really what you want to wear to blend in, although depending on which country you visit, it might not stand out at all.
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You sure you aren't from under the hills? That's some fair folk sort of bullshit right there.
[Not necessarily an insult, just what is. Fairies will bullshit. That's how it is.]
I think orange might be just as bad, honestly. Is-- is there an actual reason it doesn't come in subtle, or yet another fun magical because-I-said-so?
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[ Jing can tell she's not going to believe him otherwise (and really, his coat is one of the more normal things about him) so he offers her a sleeve to see, then rips it about six inches. It only takes a few moments before the material actually starts binding itself back together, individual threads seeming to grow back whole. ]
I'm not sure there's a reason, just sorta the way it is. Do you always critique stranger's clothes so much?
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[The offhanded shrug turns into an expression of wide-eyed curiosity very quickly as the coat does its thing. She remembers a few moments later that she should not be impressed.]
Plenty. You should have seen what my brother was wearing when I met him. He still has zero fashion sense, but he's finally evolved a little past 'ragged hobo' levels.
[A bit of a sneer, but her voice is passingly fond.]
Amarcord, huh. Nice place?