it's beginning to look a lot like christmas. . .

[skincares]

Who: Carmilla and you!
Where: All around Shehui.
When: Days 161 - 167
Open/Closed: Open! Very open! HMU at goatsong if you want a prompt that's not here! You can never be late ;^)

Warning for potential NSFW.

(A) - COINS!

(1)
[In the end, Carmilla acquiesces to doing menial work. She's unhappy about it -- what noblewoman wouldn't be aghast at the situation? -- but she understands what she has to do. Money is power and money is what will keep her here. Even if she must submit to tasks she openly and spitefully disdains, she'll lose less face than if she were kicked out. Throughout the week she can be seen working some less labor-intensive jobs, though it's clear her heart isn't into it. She doesn't seem keen on paying close attention to detail. If anything, she seems to be taking a lot of breaks?! Hopefully you aren't her coworker.]


(2)
[--and, if you're lucky, you may catch her at Coins!

The casino isn't where you'd expect to find such a cranky woman, but she must find some other way to amuse herself, now that fighting and killing are options beyond her. She makes sure to dress up whenever she goes out. Carmilla doesn't have much choice in attire so she keeps it simple: a coat (most likely furred) with some manner of high heels that click loudly as she walks. Her favorite seems to be the poker. Classic. If you happen to be about and you pass by her table, you may catch her watching you. Meet her gaze and she'll only give a small smile before glancing at the seat beside her.

The invitation is clear.

Will you play?]

(B) - ANMUNG TOWER

[... someone is doing a little late Christmas shopping. Carmilla can be seen comparing gifts, though what she picks out looks more suited for an entourage of dancers than actual clothes...? There's no way someone would wear something so gaudy in real life! One of the stands is selling a polka-dotted clown costume. Carmilla pinches its sleeve, lifting it ever so slightly with a wrinkle of her nose.]

My. This is hideous. Yes, I think this will suit them just fine.

[... who exactly is she shopping for...? Shouldn't you put more care into gifts?!]

(C) - CAT CAFE? CAT CAFE.

[If you're visiting your local cat cafe, you'll notice that some weird, white-haired woman has been lingering outside like some pale ghost. She doesn't stand there. Of course not. That'd be too obvious. But she's definitely passed the premises at least three times in the past half hour. She fakes being interested in a pamphlet or in the scenery, but as she passes by she will always sneak a glance into the cafe.

... could it be that she wants to come in...?

Oh! It seems as though she's finally stopped in front of the cafe's menu. But judging by the look on her face, she's awfully conflicted. Why?]

(D) - SANTA, BABY - POSSIBLE NSFW OPTION

[Escorts were an overlooked population. Nobody liked to talk openly about sex work -- not unless you were crass or shameless or both. There's no law against it but Carmilla knows the shame frequently assigned to the communities. Those who recognize her may start to see her heading towards the red district-esque areas of Shehui. It's never for the company offered. If anything, she seems to take more interest in the shops. Particularly those selling BDSM gear. After some time, she's struck up some form of acquaintanceship with one of the shop owners. If you're in the area (for whatever reason), you'll spot her chatting freely with said owner, looking absolutely comfortable as they discuss this and--]

These decorations are heinous.

[So saying, she puts a hand on the large cutout Santa in front of the shop and gives it a push, just to show her disdain.

Better watch out for kinky Santa! Don't let him hit you!

ooc: if you want the nsfw option mention it in the comments and i'll pp you to work out the details!]

Comments

b because their first meeting went so well

[teratias]

[This gift giving thing was really annoying. Waver didn't mind the concept, but buying for strangers? What the hell, why does a government want to make that happen?!

Still, Waver's shopping for his giftees mostly to avoid seeming like a giant dick. His bent is practical (winter goods, like scarves and gloves and hats), and he's about on his way to the register when he sees....

...her.]

Shit!

[He stops dead in his tracks, eyes wide and face pale. And then he realizes he just reacted out loud, and will probably draw the crazy lady's attention.

Crapcrapcrap.]

HELLO AGAIN WAVER 8)

[skincares]

[The shout draws her attention. I mean, who wouldn't at least sneak a glance? That was pretty damn loud. Carmilla glances up, about to dismiss whatever the disturbance was when her eyes land on the source.

Oh. It's him.

Hey Waver? You better decide what you want to do because she's approaching you!]

rip waver; you're a delight and this is all terrible

[teratias]

[Hiding in a clothing rack? Hiding in a clothing rack!

Waver moves to crouch in one of those circular type racks, confident that this'll save him!]

this cr has been waver screaming for mercy... save the boy

[skincares]

[Waver, your Presence Concealment is worse than hers and that's saying something.

Carmilla doesn't even bother. She kicks the rack.]

You look absolutely stupid, Caster. Come out.

[THAT'S AN ORDER]

so just like waver and every servant pretty much

[teratias]

[....wait.

The fear subsides and confusion wins the day. Waver sticks his head out, his face genuinely baffled.]

Hang on. Did...did you just call me Caster?

listen waver... you ARE the servant

[skincares]

[What's with that pathetic look. Carmilla kicks the rack yet again. Can you stop squatting in there like some kind of goblin?

It seems as though this is an interesting mix-up.]

Would you rather I call you by your True Name?

like he needs this identity crisis

[teratias]

[No. Goblin 4 lyfe.

Waver scowls, anger overriding fear.]

Look, I don't know who you are but my name is Waver Velvet and I have no idea who the hell you're mistaking me for!

[skincares]

[Rude, small goblin boy. Rude!

Carmilla looks pensive. Maybe she'll apologize for putting him under so much distress?





No. In fact, she's going to reach down to grab him by the arm--]

[teratias]

[Rude is what he does!

Either way, the minute she's got Waver by the arm, he tries to pull away, kicking and using his free hand to cling to the rack of clothes.

Stop making a scene, goblin!]

What the hell are you doing?!

[Thank God he isn't a servant and so he has no good stats at all.]

[skincares]

[DON'T BE A BABY WAVER, FACE YOUR DEATH LIKE A TRUE HEROIC SPIRIT]

Quiet. I'll kill you.

[Said as casually as anything.]

My, I never thought I'd come across Caster's vessel. You've a very peculiar future ahead of you and you aren't even aware of it. You foolish boy. Are you even a proper magus?

[teratias]

Vesse...Hey! [There was no quicker way to get under his skin than to insult his skill as a mage.]

I am too a proper magus, you...you...[he just makes a sound of UGH.] Stop being so damn cryptic!

[skincares]

[No. It's fun.]

If you're a proper magus, you should be able to put the pieces together quite quickly. I called you "Caster," didn't I? Perhaps you're one of the slower ones.

[teratias]

Look, lady! You threatened to murder me last time and now you're just....menacing and yapping about Heroic Spirits in a way that makes zero sense! It's impossible for a spirit to be put in a vessel and I don't know any of the other crap you're on about!

[He huffs, throwing both of his hands in the air.]

Either make sense or knock it off!

[skincares]

[... Carmilla puts a hand on his arm to get him to lower it. . .]

Quit being so noisy, pest. Do you know a girl called Ritsuka?

[teratias]

[Thank god he has no strength at all. Waver whines as his arm is lowered.]

No, I don't.

[skincares]

Look for her and ask her. I don't want to waste my time wrestling with your disbelief.

[teratias]

[That just gets an annoyed noise.]

Then you're lying to me by trying to redirect me to....whoever this person is and whatever weird head game you have in mind.

[Waver folds his arm across his chest, and for a moment, his hand flashes the command seals he still has.]

[skincares]

[She sees that. Unfortunately, this means that she's gonna grab for his hand SORRY WAVER SHE'S SUPER RUDE]

[teratias]

[THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE WANTED!]

Hey, hey, what the hell?!

[skincares]

[PEERING AT THOSE SEALS]

Who is your Servant?

[teratias]

[...Rider would yell if he gave anything but the man's full name, wouldn't he? If only to respect that, Waver gives the truth.]

Rider. Iskandar, King of Conquerors.

[skincares]

[Why does it have to be a loud Servant :/ She lets go.]

Then why haven't you called upon him, vessel?

[teratias]

[To annoy you personally, duh.]

Because he isn't here, idiot! And stop calling me that, it's creepy!

[skincares]

[bad civilization]

Vessel. [DEFINITELY SAYING IT ON PURPOSE TO PISS HIM OFF] Are you saying that you are without protection?

[:)]

[teratias]

[Nope, Iskandar is good civ. Wouldn't have the modern world without it!


.........and someone has just made a huge mistake.]

--No! Not at all, you just put words into my mouth!

[Yes]