Izutsumi

[scrapdraught]

dangles feathers on a string

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[nyas]

[ she does, gotta clean the blood off her hand. at the mention she huffs, waving that hand where there's a clean cut. ]

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.

[scrapdraught]

A degenerate sadist?

[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?

[nyas]

From a bunch of kidnappers? Course they expect a show.

[ ears pin back, frowning, thinking of something. ]

What else would they want from us.

[scrapdraught]

[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.

What's your name?

[nyas]

[ her head tilts, confused. ]

"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.

[scrapdraught]

[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?