Who still hadn't realized anything odd was going on last week? It wasn't that she was clueless -- not by a longshot -- but Makita was generally too filled with energy to notice any additional pep that might have been in her step ( Read more... )

If there was something different today, Makita wasn't noticing. She was always filled with restless energy, throwing herself from one task to the next. Pretty much anyone still living in Bahamut would just grin, spread their hands helplessly, and tell you that was Makinoshka for you. Worse than her Papa, that one, may the One God rest his soul ( Read more... )

There were a few 'costume-ish' outfits in the store, so Makita threw them in a bin and put them on sale. If they didn't sell by the end of the day, they'd go in the burning pile.

But since there weren't any customers at the moment, she was going to try dropping these 'Sweet Tarts' into vodka, and seeing how the flavor changed.

It was probably a good idea if no one asked Mitchell how he'd even gotten this idea in the first place. The point was that after several weeks stuck in Bristol, watching new fledgeling vampires wake up for the first time, he needed a distraction, and this seemed like a really good idea. Considering the timing, and all that ( Read more... )

There was some sort of witchcraft going on where half the people were the wrong gender, and Makita was very thankful that it hadn't happened to her. Using the protocols were one thing, but magic? Like this? Strange happenings that did not come from a Priestess channeling the will of God? It made Makita's skin crawl ( Read more... )

It had been 'Parent Weekend.'

Makita had hid.

She had no mother, and Papa was dead. All she had left, all she needed, was Proto. The other members of the resistance were family too, but more like a ragtag group of cousins and uncles, with the Priestesses serving as the terrifying aunts that were constantly trying to feed her ( Read more... )

Makita had never really bothered to think about why the store was named 'Pixie Dust.' In fact, she had no idea that the former proprietor was, indeed, a pixie ( Read more... )

Today, Makita had a mission. She was trying on different work-out clothing from the store, picking out things that could pass as regular clothing if needed. She liked the idea of wearing something a bit more flexible for Miss Angua's class than the jeans and other clothing she'd purchased in her time at Fandom, without going back to her 'wolf ( Read more... )

Fall meant a new shipment of clothes that needed sorting and pricing. Sweaters, pants, coats... Makita was practically agog at all the coats. The colors! And some of them were completely impractical for staying warm or dry ( Read more... )

Jenny's signs from Friday were still up when Makita came in, so she opted to leave them up and content herself with arming the mannequins with water guns. Someone had discovered the Bund movies this weekend, and had laughed herself silly.

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