Location: Building #1; Cafeteria Interactions: Miyuki @Xaltwind, Velvet @Lemons Adjacent:
“That sounds like an excellent time. I’ll have to stop by.” Having some drinks from a foreign culture sounded exciting, perhaps she could coax Miyuki into joining her. Later. That would have to happen later, there was no way she’d agree to anything right now. Certainly, it might be a way of getting the two of them to get along? Hopefully, Miyuki could be agreeable to their neighbors. At least agreeable.
“Aah. There he goes.” Yumeiko watched Qyamu walk off, her tails flicking. Both she and Miyuki should eat before hunting. Especially Miyuki. “Mm, I should have greeted him. Ah well, next time.” She giggled softly to herself as Velvet declared their game ongoing, clearly disatissfied with his forfeit. One of the shrine maidens had a device like the one Velvet wielded. It could show and capture images, and play sounds. A powerful device.
Her eyes turned back to Miyuki as Velvet addressed her again. Right, time to soothe her lover. “I hope you have better luck with the rest of your evening, Vel-.”
She didn’t need fox hearing to catch that shriek or find where it was coming from. Man, this guy’s reflexes were bad. Even human, Yumeiko was able to jump up and take a swipe at the gremlin as it dropped from above. She did, however, miss. The little cretin slammed on the tray and sent their food flying.
Damn! Maybe if she hadn’t been transformed. Ooh, now Miyuki was going to be- yes, furious. Yumeiko sighed, looking mournfully at the troll, “you’re not a quick creature, are you?” Precise, perhaps, and capable of diligent movements, but quick? No. And now Miyuki was sounding quite dangerous ”It seems that little incident has run us out of time. Go.”
Yumeiko let out one of her tails and her ears, knowing Miyuki would likely prefer to see those, and quickly moved to sit herself in Miyuki’s lap before she could rise very far. She spared Velvet an apologetic glance, figuring her presence would probably intensify, but hopefully just a little..?
Back to Miyuki, “you will do no such thing. It was your own decision not to eat lunch, now don’t let that turn you into a brute.” She leaned into Miyuki and spoke into her ear, “didnt you hear? If we catch the most of them unharmed, we can get one item, whatever we want. Even..” she leaned in further and whispered, “that.”
She leaned back and placed a hand on Miyuki's clavicle as she sat up, "but we can't harm them, only capture them."
Location: Building 1 Kitchen/Cafeteria Interactions: Miyuki @Xaltwind, Yumeiko, @CitrusArms Time: Late Afternoon
Sam was looking around the kitchen for any signs of the gremlins. He was wandering around the kitchen appliances. In one of his hands was a large net he planned to use. He was on his hands and knees looking underneath, hoping to see a gremlin. He extended his arm so he could reach underneath a fridge. He was disappointed when he couldn’t find anything. Azir, meanwhile, was stomping around, not so gently tapping her club against the ground. She only stopped when Sam told her not to scare off the gremlins. “Tsk, sure, whatever.” The ogre muttered while putting the massive club over her shoulders.
Sam stood up from the fridge and approached the large walk-in pantry. He could hear something or someone rummaging around inside. Peeking his curiosity, he quickly opened the pantry door to find two gremlins eating some leftover snacks. It took a moment for both of them to notice Sam standing there. One of them dropped the potato it was eating. It pointed at Sam and let out an ear piercing screech.
Sam quickly acted to try and catch the gremlin. He raised the net, trying to see it, but it scurried between his legs. The other gremlin quickly climbed over Sam and ran towards the kitchen door. Azir turned around quicker than Sam had ever seen her move before. She threw the club at one of the gremlins, but it didn’t hit the gremlin. The club instead smashed into the ground with a loud thud. As well as making a sizable hole where the club had landed. Both of them started running after the gremlins, trying to chase them. The two of them ran out of the kitchen, Sam extending his body to catch the gremlin in front of him. But he was so fixed on catching the gremlin he didn’t see where he was going. Sam ran right into the table where Miyuki and the others were.
He practically did a backflip onto the table, landing on his back right in front of them. Bits of food were all over him. “Sorry about that. Do you mind helping us, they are much quicker then i thought.” He could see Azir was still chasing after them. Cursing while holding what looked like a frying pan clenched in her large hand. Sam quickly returned to his feet and ran, trying to join Azir. Bits of ramen and other bits of food seemed to cling to his body.
Location: Umra Rose Condos, Bldg #1, Cafeteria Time of Day: Late Evening Relevant Cast:@CitrusArms Yumeiko, @Lemons Velvet, @Massasauga Rebecca, @Eviledd1984 Sam & Azir The dark, ominous and unsettling aura which was surging forth from the curse-fox began to slowly, mildly and unhurriedly subside. The purple flames that had lit the tips of her tails like dark candles slowly faded and snuffed into nothing. Perhaps it was the presence of something divine coming inbetween the dark forces of chaos and shielding the rest of the wolrd from it, or perhaps it was the gentle warmth and love of someone precious that managed to surpress and stifle the flow of negativity. Whatever the case or reason, Yumeiko plopping herself down in Miyuki's rising lap seemed to have done some good if nothing else.
And when the mention of 'that ' was spoken aloud, the dark elder fox's ears twitched. Her eyes softened and her expression became less murderous and more... Curious...
"That, you say?" Her voice quiet, soft, like a whisper spoken next to a dry sandcastle, careful and measured, done so as to not blow the fragile grains apart and cause the whole thing to come crashing down. A fleeting dream, a mirage of morning dew and wispy clouds...
But what was that? What could possibly have such a profound significance and worth that the enraged fox of cursed chimes would let herself to - at least momentarily - become side-tracked and distracted by it? Surely it must be a great and hard-to-obtain something? A trinket or object or item so rare, so exquisit, that it could only ever have existed in a limited quantity at all times...!
...
Nope. It was a massage chair.
An electric massage chair.
On their way across the ocean from their homeland, Miyuki and Yumeiko had been privvy to watching one of thoe strange boxes with the moving pictures and sounds. The older of the two hadn't initially paid much attention to it, finding it noisy and unpleasant. However, at some point, a voluptuous western woman appeared inside it, and she was seated in a chair. But not just any chair. A chair that shook and vibrated and moved, all on it's own! WITHOUT MAGIC! It also looked really comfortable. Like, really comfortable. The kind of comfortable you could just sink down into and be surrounded by happy, blissful content...edness... If that's even a word. The woman in the box went on to talk about how the chair could help improved circulation, reduce fatigue, loosen muscles and, most important of all, help with stiff shoulders and strained backs!
... Something a certain top-heavy fox was all too familiar with, even if she didn't admit it.
Thus, the promise of the alluring and fantastical chair brought some light back to Miyuki's eyes. The spark of redeeming hope was kindled and a path out of the dark tunnel of oblivion had begun to flicker in the distance, like a lone, solitary buoy on the dark and frightening ocean at night...
... Until...
WHAT WAS THAT SMELL!?
Had the man from earlier somehow snuck up on the cuddling foxes?! No, wait, this was different... The footsteps and breathing wasn't the same, and the smell wasn't either. Although it was still horrible. Like, really, really awful and terrible. But it was nontheless different. And then, a phrase came. Words spoken by an unfamiliar voice, belogning to an unfamiliar face. It was a question. A question asked in a casual, uncomitted way, by a voice that really, truly and honestly didn't sound like it could care less, one way or the other. M iyuki's head turned to the infringing source of new noise and odors.
It was a woman. A woman she... Hadn't seen before...? Had she? She... She couldn't quite place her. Maybe she had? Somewhere recently? Whatever. They'd never talked or exchanged pleasantries, that's for certain. Yet, here she was, dressed like... That... Asking a quesiton even though her face looked like she didn't even want a response. ... Why was she here? Why was she speaking to Miyuki...? Was she speaking to Miyuki? perhaps she walking to Yumeiko? OR maybe the runtshrimpmidget neck-biter at the next table over?
Whatever the case may have eben, Miyuki didn't answer. Because she never got the chance to. Before the fox could open her mouth...
A cavalcade of circus-like comedic catastrophy came crashing down into the center of the collective curiosities who had congregated at the center of the cafeteria, resulting in a cataclysim chain of crashes, clammering and confounded calamitous carnage that left the fox speechless.
Her table was crashed onto by a... Thing... Who was chasing one of those shrieking little goobers. The table flipped, right infront of Yumeiko and Miyuki. A cutesty 'kyaa~' was heard, though from which of them it originated, none would ever know. The table crashed, the being crashed, the food that was already on the floor was splattered and forced deeper into the ground, making sure that any hope of it perhaps being edible was now thoroughly and utterly crushed. Another being came, a larger one, and it too made a mess. The first offender lay sprawled in the heap of table, porcelain, food and chaotic confusion, it looked up and then...
... It had the audacity to ask for help.
Miyuki's face was now blank. Her eyes were dull and lightless. Her mouth drawn into a terse, thin line. Her body frozen, her gaze fixed a thousand-yard stare into the ether beyond space and time. She just held Yumeiko in her lap, sitting on that stool infront of the flipped-over-table.
"Yes. I am having a rough day." Voice as dry as sandpaper...
Miyuki's mood improved by Yumeiko sitting in her lap.
Miyuki recalled what 'That' was and got momentarily excited about the prospect of obtaining it by joining the hunt.
Then she was approached by Rebecca, whos's smelly presence and question made Miyuki's mood begin to drop again.
Then the Sam and Azir crashed into her and Yumi's dining table and caused a major scene.
Rebecca observed the better half of the pair of foxes return to her partner’s side. She wondered what exactly their relationship was, but only briefly. They seemed quite happy together. Rebecca soon felt as if she was intruding and that perhaps she had let her kindness get the better of her. But she was soon dissuaded of that.
The stomps of footsteps approaching from behind sent alarms up to her brain. She looked back and saw another resident chasing after a gremlin. He was heading right towards her. Her body acted on its own and swiftly side-stepped, resulting in the resident careening into the table and gracelessly flopping on top of it.
The plea for help was made. Rebecca’s answer was a blank stare at the food-covered clown before he excused himself and headed back to resume his pursuit of the devious creatures. Rebecca watched him as he left, only answering his earlier question when he was no longer there to hear it.
“If I help, these things are gonna end up dead.” She said plainly.
Rebecca looked back at Miyuki and found her expression hardened in that time. She could relate. She could sympathize. She could also provide a solution.
“I don’t think the cafeteria is a safe place to be anymore, and it surely seems as if it won’t be serving much food for a while either.”
Rebecca put her left hand out to the raven-haired kitsune. It was tough and rough. Callouses had formed from years of hard work. The tattoo of a wolverine wrapped in barbed wire on her left forearm was visibly marred. Various scars ran up it. Pockmarks and cuts and slashes from years of extensive combat.
“I read the rules. I look human enough to go into the city. I’ll get you guys some takeout and bring it to your room. That sound good?”
The priestess had been so focused on Miyuki, and her senses dulled from taking her human form, she hadn’t noticed - this odor! It brought thoughts of the lobby that morning, and that awful presence there. As her senses sharpened again, however, it became impossible to ignore that foul odor.
Miyuki’s rather pitiful answer drew Yumeiko’s attention again, and she nuzzled softly against her youkai sweetheart’s shoulder, ”ooh, Yuki…” She gazed thoughtfully at the darker fox, wanting to do something for her when her ear perked up to an offer. The golden fox lifted her head and turned to look at the.. woman? Was that smell her? An apparent human, but this wasn’t a place for humans.
Yumeiko stood from Miyuki’s lap, offering a grateful bow, “That would be very kind of you. Are you sure you don’t mind? I, ah..” she straightened back up, an apologetic grin asking forgiveness coming to face Rebecca, “might be able to repay you.” Without a steady flow of donations to the shrine, their spending allowance was determined by their work ethic and entrepreneurship. As Miyuki exercised neither in an actively profitable fashion, that responsibility fell squarely on Yumeiko’s shoulders. It was a good thing they’d found the condos.
“We’re fortunate to have such kind neighbors, don’t you think?” The sweeter of the foxes stepped behind the sour one and placed her hands on her shoulders before starting a massage. Well, that was one problem taken care of.
“I wonder how long the contest usually goes for? Or how many gremlins there are. Have you ever hunted on an empty stomach before, Miyuki?” Her empty stomach that had been about to be filled. Yumeiko frowned, and found her eyes on the food that had been about to be placed in front of them. Ground into the floor, as though adding insult to injury.
“... all that wasted food. So many meals, your meal, our meal, ruined. Hard work, lives, wasted.” She stepped to the kyuubi’s side, laying a hand lightly on her shoulder, “there is a line where mischief must end. An insult to the lives taken and the hard work given cannot be endured.”
“In Her name, I will end this wasteful game.. and win us a prize for doing so.” Aah, but she was also hungry. She placed her other hand on her stomach, grimacing slightly, “hmnn. I suppose.. we should figure out our takeout order first. Shall we see what passes for Japanese food in this city?”
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