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spellbinders2017-12-11 09:41 pm
skincares) wrote in spellbinders2017-12-11 09:41 pm
it's beginning to look a lot like christmas. . .
Who: Carmilla and you!
Where: All around Shehui.
When: Days 161 - 167
Open/Closed: Open! Very open! HMU at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
goatsong if you want a prompt that's not here! You can never be late ;^)
Warning for potential NSFW.
(A) - COINS!
Where: All around Shehui.
When: Days 161 - 167
Open/Closed: Open! Very open! HMU at
Warning for potential NSFW.
(A) - COINS!
(1)(B) - ANMUNG TOWER
[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?]
[... 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.](C) - CAT CAFE? CAT CAFE.
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?!]
[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.(D) - SANTA, BABY - POSSIBLE NSFW OPTION
... 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?]
[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!]
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[She puts a hand over her chest.]
I am Carmilla, a noblewoman of the Bathory family. Fortunately for you, I'm quite accustomed to commoners sniveling at me. Therefore, I shall pardon your indiscretion just this once. Unless I've requested it, you're not to whine about my lack of "goodness" to me.
Do I make myself clear?
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It has been a while. Two years, no, a little more. The last time with company like this, at McGillis's engagement to his sister. Only, those insufferable women had at least pretended to be polite, having little choice -- class superiority and their own greed prevented it.
Two things keep Gaelio from laughing, and subsets within them. First: death. The subset: surprise that it should rise up in him, that impulse, when all within him capable of laughter should have collapsed like so much metal, like his spine.
Second: nostalgia. Not only does she look a little like Carta, here she stands, imperious, reprimanding his manners.
His face, then, flickers with complication. A burst of humor that crumples, softens. Eyes return to her, but look through her. ]
Commoners, huh...
[ For a woman so determined to cling to status made wholly empty here, she does speak without a whit of self-awareness. His smile curves more realized, harder into his left, unscarred cheek. As though mimicking, he places his own hand over his chest, then dips into a half-bow, his tone too mild for sincerity. ]
My mistake. Buy your insulting gift in peace, Lady Bathory.
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Everyone around her knew it. Yet what did she have without her pride? Nothing.
Unremarkable. Commonplace. Someone forgettable.
A sneer curls her lips. She knows she shouldn't, but--
--she reaches out to push his head down lower.]
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Stunned, then blinking through it. No human contact but those doctors under Rustal's hand, and Yamazin, for those years, until, that man here-- and now, so brash.
Reflexive, his hand snaps up, to close on what of her he first reaches, perhaps intended wrist. Only, once seizing, if seizing, fingers tightening, but not otherwise exerting a force. Gaelio looks up through the fringes of his hair, eyes hollowed out, voice blank. ]
Would you like me to kneel, at that? Will your pride be satisfied if I kiss your feet? You need only ask.
[ Beginning to dip to a knee. ]
In my world, the nobility [ or equivalent ] had themselves better manners, but it's of little matter.
You aren't anything to me.
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Elizabeth Bathory may have been born a noblewoman but she died a prisoner.
So Carmilla stews in that brief, glowing moment -- only to be caught entirely off-guard by Gaelio's grip. Her eyes widen and she jerks back as if burnt.
The worst part is that it didn't hurt. Not physically. The punch that was thrown lurks in his flat gaze, by how he bends his knee in a show of non-violent spite that Carmilla cannot answer to.
Just like that, her anger explodes. Everything she's kept pent up is lit aflame.]
You pig!
[The words are spat as if she were tasting something bitter. She's in public. She knows that causing a scene will only cause that stupid girl to butt in. Still, she continues.]
Who are you to make a mockery of me? Get back on your feet! I'm hardly finished with you!
1/2 god sorry he's nuts but
A curious thing, to feel so far from it. His other hand keeps on his chest, and he'd knelt like this before, McGillis at his side, Lord Fareed before them. That the last time, after Mars. How simple his joy then, to have been at McGillis's side. How simple-minded, to have been so unaware of what that man had already begun devising. Had his eyes been --
His mind does wander. To that moment, his last kneel, and again, to Carta. She, too, was quick to flustered outbursts, at times when not given the deference she felt her ornamental position demanded, but largely for that man. The one who then guided her to her death, his name on her lips.
Even if he were to take offense at pig, at her command, it would keep tempered by the memory.
Really, really... Carta had never been quite this heinous, this bad, but for a moment, it is as though he sees her. Perhaps a manifestation of guilt, given where he stands with that man. Careful -- a quick check, to ensure no tugging of his power, that he hasn't super-imposed her image, an illusion.
No, only Carmilla, urging him to his feet. But, for a moment,
he smiles. ]
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The fog clears from his eyes, and he regards her, thoughtful. His hand slips from his chest, forearm propped on the right angle of his thigh. ]
Understand, by obeying, I'd mock you no less.
[ Matter-of-fact, but rather pleasantly so. ]
Let's try this: what must I do to quiet you?
WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY VIDAR!!!!
You have the nerve to say that to me when you were the one to provoke me?
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[ As if musing over it. While, yes, on one knee in the middle of the store. ]
How did I provoke you?
it's good tl;dr though
[She really, really wants to kill you dude.]
(❁°͈▵°͈)
[ As by saying that, she said it.
It isn't much to work with. Gaelio shrugs, pushes hand against thigh, begins to rise. ]
Then I'll remove myself.
[ Less concession to her, more to the job. He isn't being paid to aggravate a fragile, displaced noble, and aside from the superficial diversion, he remains little invested. A simple thing to cross the store and resume general surveillance there. ]
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