Lemons

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

That entire thing is DISGUSTINGLY adorable. I'll deliver more thoughts when I'm no longer a very sleepy caterpillar, but 100% that's so cute, and it gives a more coverage reason she never believes he's actually dangerous to be around.

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

@Lemons Mikako and Takaya are probably those that stick around the latest after council meetings. They might have eventually come to an agreement to swap the little duties after meetings (Mikako handles clean up and everything else on Takaya's cram school days, Takaya does it otherwise so Mikako can head to her other clubs or home to her family). I would say they are probably friendly, though Mikako and Haru would be closer to each other (and Eikichi) than Takaya? At first, at least.

@Yankee

Mikako would definitely offer to always do it, it's not much of a hassle really, and Takaya seems so busy with cram school, he'll burn himself out. She can take care of it. So, what happens when two people who have trouble saying 'no' collide?

(Also, the "have a chore you really don't want to do and can't find Isshiki-san anywhere?" on his sheet got a snort out of me for sure).

Oh shoot I just realized I didn't note it in her sheet, because she's a member of broadcasting club she tends to take an active part in school announcements and such.

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

Oh god, oh no, it's Yankee, things are about to get wild.

Hell on Earth: Supernatural & Demonic Detectives

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Sitting in the backseat of Lorelei's car (eating the last of the donuts and not regretting it), Dezzie picked at her new hotpants with a small frown on her face. Sure, yeah, it was one of the woman's picks, and Barbatos had endorsed it. She trusted both of them to make a decision on street clothes way more than her. She'd even gone the extra mile and adjusted her height, dropping three inches and slimming down just a little bit just so she'd sell the oversized shirt look better. She hadn't changed how she looked for a while, and it was taking a little while to get used to her point of view being suddenly lower.

She hadn't known what she was getting into when she'd asked Lorelei for help. Some kind of mania had taken the woman, that was all she could believe, and each outfit had gotten more outlandish than the last. It was like being caught up in Hurricane Lorelei. She had been sorely tempted to take the suit, but she knew that it would appear as either out of place, or like a gangster (and there was a small part of her that did want to wear something new). So she'd picked the one that was the least strange, and that Barbatos liked the most.

But it was just so...so weird! It had been ages since she'd worn street clothing. Honestly, she couldn't remember; in her thirties, before she joined up? She mostly wore her uniform now, or a suit when she was off work.

...Which was making this new clothing even stranger, given that it could not be more different from the norm. People thought of stiff clothing as uncomfortable; she'd gleaned that. But she'd worn it for so long that the stiffness was almost comforting to her. Fabric this light and supple felt thin, filmy, not nearly substantial enough. Like she was walking around in her undergarments, especially with how short the pants were. She'd never worn glasses and couldn't get used to the extra weight on her nose, and something about the collar just felt bizarre, which she chalked up to not having worn anything around her neck for as long as she cared to remember.

She'd spotted Lorelei out of the corner of her eye, examining things that she would never in a million years wear, and frankly counted herself lucky that she got by with 'only' something like this. One of those dresses just straight up didn't have a back, and the entire concept made her uncomfortable. Her uniform sat in the seat beside her in an unassuming boutique shopping bag that wouldn't arouse suspicion. Wouldn't do to risk security by having some two-bit walking around pretending to be a cop, after all.

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Dezzie had always avoided the Floating District. She was recognizable as a succubus, after all, and currently not a police officer by appearance at the moment; and she wanted to avoid any embarrassing misunderstandings or unwelcome contact as much as possible. Well, that, and she didn't really...get it. But, she reflected as she stared up at the spiderweb of crisscrossing metal and glass that lay above, it was...beautiful, she finished to herself. The whole thing felt almost surreal, with the grungy neon juxtaposed so sharply against wealth. But it was also beginning to grate on her. Everything was so bright, and so loud, and there were too many people, and all the smells and all the emotions--

"Well, welcome to the Floating District proper, Dezzie. How're you feeling?"

She let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and let her face relax. "Overwhelmed," came her blunt, if slightly tense, reply. "It's beautiful, but there's just...so much. This is why I don't do field work," she finished with a hmmph. Barbatos chimed in then, going over some leads he had and places that they could look. That was nice, it'd give them direction so they weren't wandering around this mayhem. She was content with listening, until he asked if they should split up.

Usually, Dezzie worked best alone, or maybe with just one other person on a good day. Her general competence and issues with people made it less of a pain for everyone involved. But this was distinctly not a usual kind of day. The whole heads exploding into flowers and people becoming paste thing had her feeling a little bit out of her element, to say nothing about the fact that she might be in line for the same treatment. It was a day where for once, Dezzie wanted to be a part of as big a group as possible. So upon the question, she responded instantly in a sharp tone: "Absolutely not. I might be on the list for the same fate as the Saniwas and I am not keen on that. We stick together." Perhaps Lorelei might catch the expression on her face as she looked around that might hint at a further motivation, that of the sheer energy of the Floating District being too much for Dezzie. But as she took a deep breath and schooled her face into its usual expression, the clues of that hesitancy vanished.

"So," she added suddenly, "shall we?"

Umbra Rose Condos

Until you pass out

@Massasauga

"See? This is the problem, right here! I won't drink more that two pints tops from a person, I think I know enough about the circulatory system after seven centuries to avoid hypovolemic shock! This is prejudice!"

Umbra Rose Condos

Velvet feels uniquely bad about feeding from Miyuki, since she was trying to help her at the time and 95% of the time she doesn't feed without permission now.

But generally, she thinks people are way more scared of vampiric feeding than they have any reason to be. It's not going to hurt you damnit, it's basically like giving blood, you'll barely notice!

Umbra Rose Condos

Velvet is...a little different with hunger. Because all of her nourishment comes from blood, she doesn't actually need to eat food at all. She just does, because it tastes good. So if it doesn't taste good, she just won't eat it.

Umbra Rose Condos

Look, Velvet is a creature of pure vibes, this is more or less what you should expect (as long as Miyuki isn't around).

Umbra Rose Condos

Velvet is overestimating this copy.

This copy can only:
Locomote and other basic motor functions
Hold simple conversations
Answer detailed questions about food

It cannot:
Use a phone

@CitrusArms

Yeah, I kinda figured, I can't wait.

Umbra Rose Condos

_{Late Afternoon
Streets of Mantleville
Interacting with: @Massasauga Rebecca @CitrusArms Yumeiko}

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There was something in her eyes.

There were, specifically, more eyes in her eyes.

Still, for all that, Velvet remained fairly unfazed by the whole thing. She'd seen plenty of Things Not Meant To Be Seen in her long life. She basically was a Thing Not Meant To Be Seen, if of a rather different sort. So as she stared into the void behind Wolverine Girl's soul, her eyebrows popped up, but the only other reaction was a tacit nod.

"Ooookay, gotcha. Terrible things beyond the ken of man that are beyond my pay grade so you'll have to kill me if I find out, trademark, copyright. I'll refrain from asking further."

But, more to the point, a copy of Yumeiko, made of magic? Seriously. How powerful were those two women? First Miyuki, now this? It wasn't a show of magical prowess in the heat of battle, but creating a magical copy of yourself that was entirely sapient? Velvet wasn't exactly educated on the topic, not really. She couldn't use magic herself. But it was something that she'd never seen before, so obviously that shit wasn't easy.

"'Kay, a hibachi joint? I don't eat out super often, so I don't know any off the top of my head, but..." She pulled out her smartphone, praise modern technology, and tapped in hibachi, then gave a low hmmm. "Lucky us and lucky Miyuki, looks like there's one only about ten minutes walk." She stared down the sidewalk, the advanced hour had the building shadows almost entirely blotting out the sun.

A few more taps on the screen, and she tossed the dialed phone to the copy of Yumeiko. "You know what she likes, and I don't want her mad at me any more than she is, damn that woman can be spooky, so you talk to 'em. I can pay. We can explore as we go." She looked up at Wolverine Woman. "Name's Velvet, by the way. Velvet Coventry."