[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?
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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?