[They are by the Pyre again. What else is there to do?
Except stop short and stare at the pubescent feline posting up by the fire. Camille's eyes rake over the ears to the cheeks to the tail and feels a prickle of a migraine coming on. Sure, after the shadow girl and the demon woman, why not a literal cat girl? Some terrible fetishist would be very happy to hear about this.
She takes a seat a polite distance away, nodding in greeting, and looks into the fire. She says nothing.]
[ at least she's a literal feline girl and not a girl with cat ears and tail like the animes. no, izutsumi is lounging mostly here for the warmth, wearing her normal clothes but seems to be licking at the palm of her furred hand. ]
Were your stuff cursed too?
[ eyeing a little at her as she tends to something on her hand, peeking with some curiosity as her tail lashes in mild annoyance side to side. ]
[Yeah that might be easier to manage though. She could pretend the ears came with a headband and the tail tucked into your pants. Does she really have to lick herself like that?]
You mean the blood sacrifice?
[Camille lifts her hand. Hastily bandaged, courtesy of her cult robe's hood.]
Yeah, that got me too. Unless you mean a worse one I haven't heard of yet.
[This is surprisingly endearing. Fascinating. Cat ears in triple scale.]
Blood. Meat. Mail order brides? [Or the more graphic edition.] There's a lot of reasons to hold a person hostage. At least for entertainment we might stay alive a while longer.
[okay well if this kid can't catch her drift there she is not going to be the one to break the news about what happens to women in captivity. At least their captors are very laissez-faire.]
I'm Camille. Camille Preaker. [a beat.] You've had to do it before?
But more exhausted than grieving someone near and dear. Camille has fetched a small bite to eat from the refectory, but lost her appetite once she left the building. Once she spots Izutsumi she offers it to her, one hand extended.]
[ exhausting isn't that bad to deal with. the grieving sadness, upset, now that is. izutsumi doesn't know how to deal with those.
she glances down, staring at the offered food. what is it... and more importantly, does it have vegetables. very important things to know. at least she does slide off the tree to take it, staring at it for a second more until she reaches into her own vest.
pulls out an apple and hands it out in turn. IDEK IF THEY HAVE FRUIT AT REFECTORY BUT I ASSUME OK its just a very tasteless apple but. ]
..Should eat when you can. [ ... ] Someone told me it's important to eat to stay strong and energized. Or whatever.
[All right well, apple's sounding more agreeable to her appetite. So yeah, she'll take a bite too.
Connecting "party" to the correct definition takes an extra beat. She's never gamed in any real capacity, so her mind flits to celebrations and politics before landing on adventuring.]
Party, like a travelling band? [She's pocketing the thread about family for now. That feels more tetchy than she's in the mood for, and certainly more than Izutsumi would allow.] What are you all doing together?
[ takes another bite of the bun. soft. tasteless but i guess the texture is okay. ]
A traveling group. Exploring a dungeon to try and what was deal with the dungeon master, save someone. But then we're fighting bigger things and eh, there's a whole lot going on.
[She looks down at her, curious. There is the obvious — hard to miss the cat bits — but she knows better by now than to assume. Maybe cat folk were the norm for her and all these hairless monkeys are the real freaks.]
[ listen, she may be seventeen but she's Technically an adult in dunmeshi standards. ]
Not like it hurts me or anything, it's just a thing that exists. Always about the same. Just stuck this way until I can figure out how to get rid of it.
Do you think anyone here could help? There's a lot of people with magic. Maybe capped at the moment, but if we find a workaround maybe they can pitch in.
[Tough break. She's not the only one in a shit position though, lots of people have come in with impossible problems.]
I wish I could offer you something, but my home world's as plain as paper. No magic whatsoever. The best we could do is surgery, and that's not gonna cut it.
People leftover in the barn aren't the most comfortable to sleep with. One stays up too late writing, can't get a wink of sleep. Other has a tendency of hugging too hard in their sleep it's annoying. Other one isn't too bad... but I think it makes her sad.
[ squints at the television and stares at it, like the heck is that box. ]
At least now she knows where that weird sheep plant came from. In spite of the wolves (the attack had her flinching, she's seen dogs snap at each other but biting into a young girl's arm is another matter), it's actually rather sweet. What she imagined her "party" to look like, she can't say. Not this. It's a cuddlier Lord of the Rings, except girls are invited and the dwarf could compete on Master Chef. The meal makes her nose twice in curiousity.
And there's the girl herself. Impetuous. Maybe feral, orphaned? Exacerbated by the curse, maybe. She's taken to cat-isms quite readily, including running off to be an opportunistic asshole.
Camille comes out smiling.]
...They're cute. Your little band. [She looks down to the young girl, cocking her head.] The food smelled pretty damn delicious, too.
[ camille coming out of it smiling is so moe, i love her......
izutsumi just shrugs, but there's something about how she takes to watching the memory longer then she needs to. not really shooing it off or pretending it doesn't exist. frowning just a little, it hasn't been long but there's a bit of... no, no. she doesn't want to say it or think it!! she doesn't miss them!! ]
They're okay. [ her nose wrinkles. ] Monster stuff is disgusting to eat but... guess some of the food is good.
[ no the food smelled extremely good and was just as good and god they really have shit food here. ]
[yeah honestly camille wasn't in the mood for it either.]
They are for you?
[probably obvious answer, but it's late. Forgive her for not operating at peak performance journalism.
Camille takes her seat on the log nearest Izutsumi though, long since drained of dramatics. She's only brought a cup of tea with her, something to sip thoughtfully by the fireside.]
I can't say as anything like it happens at home. People like to imagine it might. [But let's not get into religion just yet. Camille goes quiet, expression taut. Another depression cloud whirs into being over her head.] I don't know that it's something I envy.
[ so probably not super obvious, but enough to a sense. but otherwise she doesn't comment or seem bothered by her joining her beside. though she stares at her for a moment before grabbing a blanket from a pile next to her to slide her way. she will leave it there for camille to take or not. izutusmi doesn't exactly put clear attention to it. ]
Huh.
[ a noise in acknowledgment to that. though she doesn't reply, just staring off at the fire before she shrugs a little ]
For what it is, I think it's fair to be mad at the people that did it. [ like she wouldn't blame her at all for it? the killing and the reviving. some people take to revival differently. ] But there are more than a few people happy you're around.
[Oh. Camille is surprised, but takes the blanket gracefully with a murmured, "Thank you."
That doesn't make sense, though.]
Why only in dungeons?
[Closer to hell?
The rest? Camille smiles down to her lap. It's bracing. A buy for time as she sorts out her thoughts.]
So I hear. [She guesses that's the roundabout escape route Izutsumi prefers to take. Some people, not herself. And it's the same thing she's been hearing. It's okay to feel strange about it. But we missed you.]
...I don't know that I'm mad at them. I expected someone to do something.
[Promised I wouldn't do it myself. For all the good that did her.]
I just didn't think they'd jump to bring me back. There's a lot of people in the ground. Most of them much younger than me.
Something about how the place works. The mana energy there means your soul is basically... trapped? So you're able to be restored in one piece.
[ she sounds like she doesn't get it much herself genuinely. she's head empty sometimes.. ]
Yeah. Guess only they'd really know why they decided to choose you. Your death could be the one they regretted the most.
[ felt the most terrible for because of what they'd done. the fact they went after her directly unlike some kind of result of monster possession pushing them to kill her. ]
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WEEK 0: First Saturday
Except stop short and stare at the pubescent feline posting up by the fire. Camille's eyes rake over the ears to the cheeks to the tail and feels a prickle of a migraine coming on. Sure, after the shadow girl and the demon woman, why not a literal cat girl? Some terrible fetishist would be very happy to hear about this.
She takes a seat a polite distance away, nodding in greeting, and looks into the fire. She says nothing.]
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Were your stuff cursed too?
[ eyeing a little at her as she tends to something on her hand, peeking with some curiosity as her tail lashes in mild annoyance side to side. ]
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You mean the blood sacrifice?
[Camille lifts her hand. Hastily bandaged, courtesy of her cult robe's hood.]
Yeah, that got me too. Unless you mean a worse one I haven't heard of yet.
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Yeah, that one.
[ camille properly cleaning her own, and izutsumi here is just tending to her own like an injured cat. ]
What kinda of bastard locks someone's stuff behind a blood exchange.
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[Camille's nose wrinkles as she turns her gaze to the fire, mulling the possibilities over.]
And putting them in the swamp. What's all the bells and whistles for? Are they looking for us to put on a good show?
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[ ears pin back, frowning, thinking of something. ]
What else would they want from us.
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Blood. Meat. Mail order brides? [Or the more graphic edition.] There's a lot of reasons to hold a person hostage. At least for entertainment we might stay alive a while longer.
What's your name?
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"Mail order brides"? [ what does that Mean. ] ...I'm tired of being someone's entertainment, I'm not doing it again.
[ VERY touchy about that topic. yikes. she zips her mouth shut, tail lashing before she huffs quietly. ]
Izutsumi.
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I'm Camille. Camille Preaker. [a beat.] You've had to do it before?
WEEK 0, SUNDAY POST-EXE.
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But more exhausted than grieving someone near and dear. Camille has fetched a small bite to eat from the refectory, but lost her appetite once she left the building. Once she spots Izutsumi she offers it to her, one hand extended.]
Take it. I'm not hungry.
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she glances down, staring at the offered food. what is it... and more importantly, does it have vegetables. very important things to know. at least she does slide off the tree to take it, staring at it for a second more until she reaches into her own vest.
pulls out an apple and hands it out in turn. IDEK IF THEY HAVE FRUIT AT REFECTORY BUT I ASSUME OK its just a very tasteless apple but. ]
..Should eat when you can. [ ... ] Someone told me it's important to eat to stay strong and energized. Or whatever.
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Are we establishing a barter system? [But Camille smiles, graciously accepting as she passes the bun over.]
Sounds like a smart cookie. Family member?
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Just so you're not empty-handed. [ and she doesn't owe her later... ]
Nope. Don't have a family. Just someone from the party I was in before this.
this isn't a party game tag zetsu don't lose this
[All right well, apple's sounding more agreeable to her appetite. So yeah, she'll take a bite too.
Connecting "party" to the correct definition takes an extra beat. She's never gamed in any real capacity, so her mind flits to celebrations and politics before landing on adventuring.]
Party, like a travelling band? [She's pocketing the thread about family for now. That feels more tetchy than she's in the mood for, and certainly more than Izutsumi would allow.] What are you all doing together?
i could never
A traveling group. Exploring a dungeon to try and what was deal with the dungeon master, save someone. But then we're fighting bigger things and eh, there's a whole lot going on.
:') ty darling
Sounds like a fun time. [For people who are not her.] How'd you get into it?
<3
[ izu like ew, don't assume i'm there for fun ] Figured they were my best shot to finding a way to break the curse I have.
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[She looks down at her, curious. There is the obvious — hard to miss the cat bits — but she knows better by now than to assume. Maybe cat folk were the norm for her and all these hairless monkeys are the real freaks.]
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I wasn't born this way. Some damned mage used dark arts to merge my soul with that of a beast's. Only reason I look this way.
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[How old is she? And how long has she been an Andrew Lloyd Webber extra?]
Jesus, I wasn't going to pry, but that's terrible. Is it getting worse or staying about the same? You're not on a timer, are you?
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Not like it hurts me or anything, it's just a thing that exists. Always about the same. Just stuck this way until I can figure out how to get rid of it.
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[Not great either though.]
Do you think anyone here could help? There's a lot of people with magic. Maybe capped at the moment, but if we find a workaround maybe they can pitch in.
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[ it's up in the air? sorta. kinda. ]
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[Tough break. She's not the only one in a shit position though, lots of people have come in with impossible problems.]
I wish I could offer you something, but my home world's as plain as paper. No magic whatsoever. The best we could do is surgery, and that's not gonna cut it.
WEEK 1: Monday
Camille tips herself over on the sofa, laying lengthwise. Cushioning...sturdy construction...]
I'm going to move in here.
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[ curiously inspecting every nook and cranny, hmm... ]
You gonna stay by yourself?
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[Because it should not be her. For several reasons.
Camille picks up a remote, glances over to the little television. Hm...]
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People leftover in the barn aren't the most comfortable to sleep with. One stays up too late writing, can't get a wink of sleep. Other has a tendency of hugging too hard in their sleep it's annoying. Other one isn't too bad... but I think it makes her sad.
[ squints at the television and stares at it, like the heck is that box. ]
WEEK 2, MONDAY.
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At least now she knows where that weird sheep plant came from. In spite of the wolves (the attack had her flinching, she's seen dogs snap at each other but biting into a young girl's arm is another matter), it's actually rather sweet. What she imagined her "party" to look like, she can't say. Not this. It's a cuddlier Lord of the Rings, except girls are invited and the dwarf could compete on Master Chef. The meal makes her nose twice in curiousity.
And there's the girl herself. Impetuous. Maybe feral, orphaned? Exacerbated by the curse, maybe. She's taken to cat-isms quite readily, including running off to be an opportunistic asshole.
Camille comes out smiling.]
...They're cute. Your little band. [She looks down to the young girl, cocking her head.] The food smelled pretty damn delicious, too.
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izutsumi just shrugs, but there's something about how she takes to watching the memory longer then she needs to. not really shooing it off or pretending it doesn't exist. frowning just a little, it hasn't been long but there's a bit of... no, no. she doesn't want to say it or think it!! she doesn't miss them!! ]
They're okay. [ her nose wrinkles. ] Monster stuff is disgusting to eat but... guess some of the food is good.
[ no the food smelled extremely good and was just as good and god they really have shit food here. ]
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A good cook can work wonders. Even with monsters, apparently.
[Don't think she didn't catch that wistful glint in her eye either. Camille's head tilts, curious.]
Tell me about them. They seem really sweet.
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[ UGH, NORMAL NON-MONSTER STUFF. at that mention though she kinda just half-shrugs. ]
Which one do you want to hear about first?
[ it may not be nice things, she is awful. ]
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WEEK 4, WEDNESDAY.
I keep forgetting how revivals aren't that normal for a lot of you.
[ this is probably her way of asking how she's doing. ]
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They are for you?
[probably obvious answer, but it's late. Forgive her for not operating at peak performance journalism.
Camille takes her seat on the log nearest Izutsumi though, long since drained of dramatics. She's only brought a cup of tea with her, something to sip thoughtfully by the fireside.]
I can't say as anything like it happens at home. People like to imagine it might. [But let's not get into religion just yet. Camille goes quiet, expression taut. Another depression cloud whirs into being over her head.] I don't know that it's something I envy.
[To answer your question, the vibes are bad.]
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[ so probably not super obvious, but enough to a sense. but otherwise she doesn't comment or seem bothered by her joining her beside. though she stares at her for a moment before grabbing a blanket from a pile next to her to slide her way. she will leave it there for camille to take or not. izutusmi doesn't exactly put clear attention to it. ]
Huh.
[ a noise in acknowledgment to that. though she doesn't reply, just staring off at the fire before she shrugs a little ]
For what it is, I think it's fair to be mad at the people that did it. [ like she wouldn't blame her at all for it? the killing and the reviving. some people take to revival differently. ] But there are more than a few people happy you're around.
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That doesn't make sense, though.]
Why only in dungeons?
[Closer to hell?
The rest? Camille smiles down to her lap. It's bracing. A buy for time as she sorts out her thoughts.]
So I hear. [She guesses that's the roundabout escape route Izutsumi prefers to take. Some people, not herself. And it's the same thing she's been hearing. It's okay to feel strange about it. But we missed you.]
...I don't know that I'm mad at them. I expected someone to do something.
[Promised I wouldn't do it myself. For all the good that did her.]
I just didn't think they'd jump to bring me back. There's a lot of people in the ground. Most of them much younger than me.
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[ she sounds like she doesn't get it much herself genuinely. she's head empty sometimes.. ]
Yeah. Guess only they'd really know why they decided to choose you. Your death could be the one they regretted the most.
[ felt the most terrible for because of what they'd done. the fact they went after her directly unlike some kind of result of monster possession pushing them to kill her. ]