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[komachibi]

Characters: Komachi and [OPEN]
Content: Komachi wants a birthday party. You want to come. Don't you?
Setting: A spare room near the 4423 kitchens
Time: Early evening, 30th of March.
Warnings: Hopefully, none.

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/took way to long, because it's so hard to write social!Jenka!

[causink_trouble]

Jenka had been hearing faint noises from the general direction of the kitchen every once in a while throughout the day. Most of them sounded far more interesting than cooking usually did. She hadn't been planning on joining the party, but judging by the preparations, it might turn out more fun than she thought. Curious, the Jäger set off to investigate after finishing her watch.

Several people were in the room already, none of them looking particularly exploded-on. Jenka gave the gathering a disappointed look, but decided to come in and at least have some cake. The chocolate one did smell really nice. In fact, there was a whole table covered with cakes and other sweets - with a very satisfied Komachi standing between it and the growing pile of gifts. Jenka gave the girl a wave, which was markedly lacking the standard 'happy birthday' - or a present, for that matter. Deciding Komachi had enough other people to talk to, the Jäger looked around for someone unlikely to be overly cheerful. Not easy to do at a birthday party, but she wanted to find someone reasonable to talk to, before she got pulled into a conversation by one of the cloyingly nice people. She noticed the usually-scowling kid with pigtails - having seen her around the ship, she already had a somewhat positive opinion of her, but hadn't had an occasion to talk to her yet. "How iz de cake? Did I miss any explodink?".

That's cool! =D Hiyori isn't easy to make social either. B)

[fanged_brat]

Hiyori, upon entering, had done the usual Happy Birthday spiel and left the little gift in the pile where the rest of them were. After that, she'd gone back to being her usual, scowly, glary, mean-looking self, but she'd remained in the party-room all the same. She intended to stay just long enough to be polite, but not so long that it would get uncomfortable. Nice as the little powder-monkey was, she was still a kid and Hiyori had trouble acting properly around children. She just wasn't cut out for that being nice stuff.

When she was approached by a crew-member that she knew in passing but had never spoken to, she didn't bother to put on a friendly face. It wasn't that she looked mean or angry at being joined by her, it's just that she didn't make the effort of pulling on a smile that would only end up being a mean little sneer anyway.

"I ain't seen any explosions while I've been in here, but... it kinda looks like everybody missed a lot of 'em earlier on." And, in reference to the cake, she added: "I ain't tried it yet." She eyed it skeptically, raising the one side of her lip to expose her fanged tooth a little bit more. Guessing the race of this woman by her unusual colouration and her accent, she had a feeling that her fang could never compete with her dental work, so it didn't bother her to do it.

The cake didn't look that bad, and it certainly smelled fine, but the evidence of explosions made her wonder if any stray gunpowder had found it's way into the mix.

[causink_trouble]

No smiling here. Yes, the girl was definitely a good choice. Even if she did lack any information on the cake. "I'z goink to try some, before Dimo eats all ov it!" Jenka grabbed a plate and heaped it with pieces of everything she could find on the table, with extra helpings of chocolate balancing on top of the pile. Clearly Dimo wasn't the only one likely to exhaust the supply of sweets.

After taking a bite of fudge, the Jäger sharply turned her attention to her companion. All the cooking scents confused the air, but even so, the girl smelled different. She eyed her up and down, noticing the small movements. Yes, different. It was only barely visible when she stood still, but Jenka had a feeling the girl was much more dangerous than she looked. She certainly had the attitude to go with it.

Not one for small-talk, she asked the question directly, not even bothering to learn the girl's name first. Her tone was calm, if not casual, but her voice was just low enough not to be picked up by anyone around them who was human. "So, vhat are you?"

[fanged_brat]

Hiyori folded her arms across her chest and watched the woman load up her plate with cake. It amused her a little, but she didn't show any of the mirth she was feeling.

The question caught her off guard. Without knowing the Vizards personally, and being aware of their closely guarded histories, people weren't supposed to know that they weren't human. Demihuman was possible in some of their cases, Kensei for instance, but generally they were just taken as being run-of-the-mill swords-people. To say she was wrong-footed by the question would be a little bit of an understatement. Still, in her typical way, she kept her shock quiet and only reacted with a slight widening of the eyes. That, however, would be more than enough.

"Demihuman," she said, half lying. She was born human, but experiments later on made her less than that. Or more, depending on where you stand on the subject. The changes weren't as obvious as those made to the Jägerkin, but they were there, complete with their mask-associated on-switch.

Hiyori hadn't considered that anybody would be able to detect this about her without the mask being materialised.

[causink_trouble]

Quiet or not, Jenka could smell the girl's shock at the question. Did she not know? It was possible... No, her answer showed she was just trying to hide something. Well, it wasn't working, and the sooner she realizes that, the better.

"I can tell that", the Jäger replied dismissively. 'Demihuman' wasn't an answer, it was avoiding one. "Vot kind?" - she pressed, half out of curiosity, half out of a habit of testing other people's defenses. She kept her voice low - she wasn't trying to break the girl's cover. "Iz better to haff goot answers for dese qvestions, kid."

Nobody referred to themselves as just demihuman. They were Jägerkin, or bear-people, or floaters, or any of the hundreds of other groups. Unless they truly didn't know what they were. Even the definition of demihuman was rather fluid, depending on who was asking. Jenka herself had been human once. So what was this girl?

[fanged_brat]

She couldn't help but wince. She knew full well she'd been caught out and was rather unhappy to admit it, even if she wasn't going to do so verbally. She shrugged her shoulders and looked up at her, her eyes hard.

"Vizard," she replied and, since it required a little bit of explanation, "Half-Hollow." Depending on your regional dialect, the name for a Hollow, or human-spirit-gone-bad, was different. Still, a lot of people were familiar with the broader terms, so Hiyori assumed that she'd know what she meant.

It was something that was supposed to be kept quiet, but she didn't think she'd have anything to lose by telling this Jäger. The openness and number of people in the room made her wary, so she made sure to keep her voice down. Though they had sworn to keep their secret well, secret, she supposed that it wouldn't hurt telling some people, within reason. The location wasn't one she favoured, however.

The birthday party of a young girl wasn't really the sort of place she felt comfortable about admitting to the presence of her hidden inner-monster.

[causink_trouble]

Jenka looked back at the girl neutrally, waiting for an answer. She had to search her memory for a while to recognize the reference, and she was surprised when she found it. The girl was possessed but in control - an extremely rare situation. Jenka nodded, a predatory half-smile growing on her face. "That vill be interestink to see."

If the girl's control lasted. It didn't always. Jenka added her to the possible dangers on the ship, but her grin only widened at the lengthening list. She would kill her if she had to - even Jägermonsters couldn't stand Hollows - and enjoy the challenge of it. But that didn't mean she couldn't talk to her, or even like her. She'd kill very nearly anyone, in the right situation.

Jenka had some more of the cake. It really was quite good, even if it clearly had pieces of some other dish stuck in it. Her question was answered, and she waited to see if the girl had any of her own.

[fanged_brat]

Hiyori laughed hollowly, to use a bad pun. It wasn't an easy thing to admit. Having your own inner-darkness there in the back of your mind, waiting to overthrow you wasn't a walk in the park for any of the small group who had undergone the process, but Hiyori suffered more than any of the others. She'd very nearly been lost to it in the beginning. There were rumours of people who had separate Hollows in their heads, but they weren't the same as the Vizard group. Arrancar were something quite different.

"Interestin'? That's one way o' puttin' it." She snorted, shaking her head a bit. She wouldn't object to discussing the matter further, but not here and not now.

She changed the subject a little, looking back at Jenka. "So... what about you? I've seen a few of your kind on this ship. What's your story?" The unspoken question was still there, lingering in her tone. 'What's your story and will it require a separate meeting?' Not that she'd object.

She had a vague clue of what the Jägermonsters were, in terms of strength and ferocity, but she didn't know very much about them. She had to admit to being a little curious.

[causink_trouble]

This conversation certainly turned out to be more than Jenka expected. She was intrigued by the strange girl. Most demihumans were simply other races, living in their own communities, having their own children. But from what she could remember, these Vizards seemed to be like Jägerkin, born human and then changed. This one didn't seem happy about her situation. Did she want it in the beginning, or was it forced by someone else? Or did it just happen?

The Jäger enjoyed being what she was - she didn't think there was another option with her kind. From what she saw of others, the changes just rearranged the mind to fit the purpose. She couldn't tell about herself. But the idea of being made into something you didn't want to be was new to Jenka. She almost felt sorry for the girl.

"Ve'z made, not born, too. It... hurts." To put it mildly. Nine out of ten Jäger candidates died or lost their minds from the pain. "Iz a long story after that, und I don't think everyvun at the party vants to hear it." It wasn't a secret, but her companion's clearly was, and Jenka wanted to find out more. "Ve could talk somevhere else."

[ooc: log, y/n? or do we just have them leave the room but continue in this thread?]

[fanged_brat]

Hiyori looked at Jenka, considering this. She shouldn't and she knew she shouldn't, but she figured she didn't have anything to lose from telling somebody like a Jäger. Still, the party wasn't the time or the place.

"Sure," she said, nodding once. "Why not?" She was interested in her and she knew that Jenka was intrigued about her own situation. It made sense to talk about it.

[ooc: I think we should probably move it to it's own log, really, if you're up for it? =3]

[causink_trouble]

Jenka watched the expression on the girl's face with wry amusement as she considered the proposal, and wondered why the decision required so much thought. The Jäger already knew what she was, so what would be the harm in more details? Though the long habit of secrecy was hard to break. And maybe there were still some secrets left.

She nodded back shortly and turned away to look around the room, considering the conversation finished. They didn't need to arrange anything right now, and it would probably be a good idea not to spend all of Komachi's party talking to the Vizard girl.

[ooc: Sure! :D OMG how many logs am I getting myself into?? lol Do you want to start it? Also, nice icon!]