((Because there are so many closed RPs up ... figured I should post an open one. Come mingle if you like, or meet Miss Primavera, or rescue her from being chatted up by a geeky mage
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Kurama sat atop a table opposite Lezard and... whoever the other one was, munching an apple. The woman didn't smell quite human, but that was starting to be kind of the norm here, so he didn't bother. Instead, he addressed Lezard.
"How's detention working out for you, O' Great Mage?"
Lezard turned to see the redhead who'd been so very displeased at his Sorting. "Detention," he said, chin lifting, "is a joke. However it's given me occasion to do something productive, so I don't count it a complete waste of time. The mangosteen grove's climate problem is now entirely solved."
He seemed to expect the blonde beside him to give a damn. Ignoring him, she continued to jab at her uneaten pumpkin tart. "Allow me to introduce Miss Primavera Bobinski," said Lezard to Kurama. "She is a kind of homunculus I have not seen before."
"Because it's ever so polite to share everyone's medical history on first meeting," sniffed Primavera. "Had all your shots, Valeth?"
"I doubt this oaf remembers. My name is Minamino Shuuichi, I allow my friends to call me Kurama," he gestured to her, politely. "you may choose whichever you prefer."
"Did I happen to mention," said Lezard to the room in general, "that the mangosteen grove's climate problem is now entirely solved? And that I solved it?"
"You can call me Primavera," said Primavera to Kurama, "since that's my name." Her smile showed the tips of dainty white fangs.
"Oh, good, you fixed the problems you caused! Gold star, Lezard," he said, eyes still on Primavera. He wondered just what she was... not a vampire, but the scent of old blood was enough to make him guess in that direction.
"Oh, for a while. It gets a little blurry since I was popcorn for a while, but I remember everything before the popcorning. Most people don't remember anything from before, if they come back from being popcorn." She shrugged. "What about you?" Her own olfactory sense was keen, her matrix attuned to the molecules of scent (how else would the automata of L'Eve Future discern the finest perfumes?), and the faint scent she perceived from Kurama intrigued her. Exotic flora, perhaps poisonous, and base notes of animal musk and blood ... "What are you?"
Lezard blinked at them both behind his round glasses. Curiouser and curiouser.
Popcorn? What the hell does she mean by that? Not an issue, now, though. He steepled his fingers, leaning forward. What answer hadn't he already given? Ah, yes...
"An assassin." He so wasn't answering her question, but whatever, they'd get around to that. "In Bangkok, they called me the Green Death," she informed Kurama nonchalantly. It would probably not be necessary to ask what earned her that particular sobriquet: her eyes gleamed an unnatural viridian, a well-nigh radioactive green.
Lezard found this quite interesting indeed. He decided it would be better to listen and learn more about the Lilim-homunculus than to insist on getting recognition for his own triumph over nature. He should have known no one would appreciate his work in the grove. No one ever did appreciate his work.
"That's dangerous," he said, not losing his pleasant smile. "I've always stood by that, if your victims know you enough to name you, there are too many witnesses."
Primavera shook her head. "No, that was part of the point. People would be more likely to do what Madame Kito wanted if they knew she might sic the Green Death on them for noncompliance. So ... I had to get a little messy sometimes."
Lezard was fascinated -- and not grossed out, much to Primavera's disappointment. "What was your weapon of choice?"
"I liked working with lots of things," said Primavera vaguely. "These in the end, almost always," she bared her teeth to show him. A doll enjoyed being on display, regardless of the audience. "If I had the time and taste for up-close work."
Natural tools? Lezard's blood pressure went up a notch, automatically. If he had a copper coin for every time someone at the Sorcery Collegium had reprimanded him for this or that spell sounding too unnatural, he wouldn't have needed to teleport a fortress from another dimension, he could have just bought one with cash on hand.
Primavera only smiled, this time not a showy smile. "You've got to use what Lilith gave you, that's what I always say."
"How's detention working out for you, O' Great Mage?"
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He seemed to expect the blonde beside him to give a damn. Ignoring him, she continued to jab at her uneaten pumpkin tart. "Allow me to introduce Miss Primavera Bobinski," said Lezard to Kurama. "She is a kind of homunculus I have not seen before."
"Because it's ever so polite to share everyone's medical history on first meeting," sniffed Primavera. "Had all your shots, Valeth?"
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He bowed a little to Primavera. "Nice to meet you."
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Lezard continued to hold his chin high. When you were a god, you didn't need to follow mortal rules of etiquette!
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"You can call me Primavera," said Primavera to Kurama, "since that's my name." Her smile showed the tips of dainty white fangs.
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"How long have you been here, Primavera?"
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Lezard blinked at them both behind his round glasses. Curiouser and curiouser.
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Not an issue, now, though. He steepled his fingers, leaning forward. What answer hadn't he already given? Ah, yes...
"A thief. And you?"
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Lezard found this quite interesting indeed. He decided it would be better to listen and learn more about the Lilim-homunculus than to insist on getting recognition for his own triumph over nature. He should have known no one would appreciate his work in the grove. No one ever did appreciate his work.
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Lezard was fascinated -- and not grossed out, much to Primavera's disappointment. "What was your weapon of choice?"
"I liked working with lots of things," said Primavera vaguely. "These in the end, almost always," she bared her teeth to show him. A doll enjoyed being on display, regardless of the audience. "If I had the time and taste for up-close work."
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Primavera only smiled, this time not a showy smile. "You've got to use what Lilith gave you, that's what I always say."
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"Everything is fine," said Lezard, taut. "Fine and natural. The sun is shining and things are growing. Naturally."
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