Post by Marceline Labelle on May 14, 2020 9:31:33 GMT -4
Marcie's time since moving to Japan had mostly been used to establish herself in some form or another, from the normal neccessities of finding a place to set up her cafe business and, you know, somewhere to actually live, to the more... personal intricacies of her identity. Finding a fence who saw her as producing reliable product, startingt to case a few easy marks that she could sponge off of for a bit, or an easy way into a company she wouldn't mind watching slowly collapse because their CEO snubbed her at a party once... yeah this was gonna be fun~
For the most part though she was definitely settled in by now, she just needed to make sure she was up to snuff on the tools of her trade. She'd been learning Japanese well but something she hadn't really expected to become a complication was japanese text. See she could write japanese just fine but she didn't have such a natural knowledge of how it should look on paper as she did english lettering. She could use her quirk to scan a document and replicate it just fine but whenever she needed to use her innate knowledge to edit a document she was holding or forge something with a change she needed, she was making mistakes, and that meant, simply, she needed to practice.
Out on the varanda of what she hoped to be a rather temporary apartment while she looked for something even better, it was approaching the early hours of the morning, a sheet of paper next to a cup of tea on one side, and a shredder resting on her other side. "Aaaand attempt three hundred and twenty eight..." Lifting her hand to her head, her halo, a little... fizzly, in it's form, dragged over her body once again, her own outfit not changing but a piece of paper in her hand suddenly filled with strict lining, a documentation stamp, and lines upon lines of intricate documental details from a piece of paper she'd scanned over her. Her tired amber gaze rolled over each line one at a time just taking it in bit by bit, clicking her tongue in annoyance as she spotted a fault in some of her japaanese symbols. She could get a good document once in a couple dozen, but she needed to perfect this art so it was instinct, and each attempt helped her correct her errors until it would truly be second nature...
But for now... another one for the shredd-
"...Oh." She looked to the shredder as it's gears continued to turn but it refused to eat more than half the sheet of paper. A quick look lower on the box showed she'd gone through so much the box wasn't willing to take anymore. Well... she supposed she should sleep soon anyway. Lifting the box in one hand, she rested the saucer for her tea on the remaining paper so it didn't all blow away, stepping back into the apartment and saying goodbye to the morning breeze tickling her cheeks and legs as she moved towards the garbage disposal, just ready to be done with all this and start again in a few hours. She just needed a few hours rest and she'd be all good.
"W-WOAH!"
Or so she'd hoped. A sudden burst of motion in the ground itself struck and Marceline tumbled forward. For a brief moment she thought it was some sort of villain attack in the neighbourhood but when it lasted more than even a single second, she realized what it must have been. You didn't exactly get earthquakes in France so this was new to her, but she knew enough about Japan to get what she was experiencing. Knocked to the floor and with scraps of shredded paper spilled about her, she cautiously crawled towards her dining table in the kitchen space, slithering under it and nervously holding onto one of the legs as she tried to keep her head covered. SHe probably had nothing to fear but... for someone so unused to it, it was reasonably terrifying.
It felt like a full minute, just... sitting there, enduring the rumbles. She listened as plates and cups jostled out of her cupboards and smashed against the counters, surrounded by ceramic shards around her, a pounding in her chest with no idea if this would be it... this... they had aftershocks right? She sat there for what felt like another minute before cautiously pulling herself up from the tale, her bare feet cautious stepping around the shattered remains of her kitchen wear... ugh. She really regretted buying it now. Especially since she was only planning for this to be a temporary form of accomodation.
Her TV thankfully hadn't toppled... her laptop had fallen from the arm of the couch into the cushions... ulitmately there was no expensive damage just a lot of frustrating issues to fix. With a hand resting over her chest, she took a slow, calming breath, before stepping more fully out of her kitchen space, jolting as her nerve ridden body experienced the sound of a firm knock at her door. Once she could breathe again she'd take some more cautious steps past any scattered remnants of dishwear and scattered shards of paper littering the carpet.
She ran her hands back through her hair but... she could feel the knots in it from a late night and the frantic moment. Before she opened the door she dragged her halo down over her head with a flick of the wrist, her hair instantly un-woven and smoothed down into a waterfall of green down her back before slipping the door open, her adrenaline ridden body immediately standing up a little straighter at the... rather stunning man before her. Some early morning wear, sweatpants and a tank top and... dyed blonde hair... that was a good sign for her in Japan.
"Hi er... sorry I saw you moving in the other day. I imagined your not used to the earthquakes so er..." He was clearly looking past her but Marcie had nothing to hide. The remnants of her work were shredded afterall. "Thought i'd see if you could use a hand or anything...hehe..."
Glancing back to the mess of her kitchen, considering her tired state and.... the joys of watching a man like him tidy up her kitchen... "I certainly wouldn't mind an extra hand..." She chimed, offering her hand. "Marceline.~"
For the most part though she was definitely settled in by now, she just needed to make sure she was up to snuff on the tools of her trade. She'd been learning Japanese well but something she hadn't really expected to become a complication was japanese text. See she could write japanese just fine but she didn't have such a natural knowledge of how it should look on paper as she did english lettering. She could use her quirk to scan a document and replicate it just fine but whenever she needed to use her innate knowledge to edit a document she was holding or forge something with a change she needed, she was making mistakes, and that meant, simply, she needed to practice.
Out on the varanda of what she hoped to be a rather temporary apartment while she looked for something even better, it was approaching the early hours of the morning, a sheet of paper next to a cup of tea on one side, and a shredder resting on her other side. "Aaaand attempt three hundred and twenty eight..." Lifting her hand to her head, her halo, a little... fizzly, in it's form, dragged over her body once again, her own outfit not changing but a piece of paper in her hand suddenly filled with strict lining, a documentation stamp, and lines upon lines of intricate documental details from a piece of paper she'd scanned over her. Her tired amber gaze rolled over each line one at a time just taking it in bit by bit, clicking her tongue in annoyance as she spotted a fault in some of her japaanese symbols. She could get a good document once in a couple dozen, but she needed to perfect this art so it was instinct, and each attempt helped her correct her errors until it would truly be second nature...
But for now... another one for the shredd-
"...Oh." She looked to the shredder as it's gears continued to turn but it refused to eat more than half the sheet of paper. A quick look lower on the box showed she'd gone through so much the box wasn't willing to take anymore. Well... she supposed she should sleep soon anyway. Lifting the box in one hand, she rested the saucer for her tea on the remaining paper so it didn't all blow away, stepping back into the apartment and saying goodbye to the morning breeze tickling her cheeks and legs as she moved towards the garbage disposal, just ready to be done with all this and start again in a few hours. She just needed a few hours rest and she'd be all good.
"W-WOAH!"
Or so she'd hoped. A sudden burst of motion in the ground itself struck and Marceline tumbled forward. For a brief moment she thought it was some sort of villain attack in the neighbourhood but when it lasted more than even a single second, she realized what it must have been. You didn't exactly get earthquakes in France so this was new to her, but she knew enough about Japan to get what she was experiencing. Knocked to the floor and with scraps of shredded paper spilled about her, she cautiously crawled towards her dining table in the kitchen space, slithering under it and nervously holding onto one of the legs as she tried to keep her head covered. SHe probably had nothing to fear but... for someone so unused to it, it was reasonably terrifying.
It felt like a full minute, just... sitting there, enduring the rumbles. She listened as plates and cups jostled out of her cupboards and smashed against the counters, surrounded by ceramic shards around her, a pounding in her chest with no idea if this would be it... this... they had aftershocks right? She sat there for what felt like another minute before cautiously pulling herself up from the tale, her bare feet cautious stepping around the shattered remains of her kitchen wear... ugh. She really regretted buying it now. Especially since she was only planning for this to be a temporary form of accomodation.
Her TV thankfully hadn't toppled... her laptop had fallen from the arm of the couch into the cushions... ulitmately there was no expensive damage just a lot of frustrating issues to fix. With a hand resting over her chest, she took a slow, calming breath, before stepping more fully out of her kitchen space, jolting as her nerve ridden body experienced the sound of a firm knock at her door. Once she could breathe again she'd take some more cautious steps past any scattered remnants of dishwear and scattered shards of paper littering the carpet.
She ran her hands back through her hair but... she could feel the knots in it from a late night and the frantic moment. Before she opened the door she dragged her halo down over her head with a flick of the wrist, her hair instantly un-woven and smoothed down into a waterfall of green down her back before slipping the door open, her adrenaline ridden body immediately standing up a little straighter at the... rather stunning man before her. Some early morning wear, sweatpants and a tank top and... dyed blonde hair... that was a good sign for her in Japan.
"Hi er... sorry I saw you moving in the other day. I imagined your not used to the earthquakes so er..." He was clearly looking past her but Marcie had nothing to hide. The remnants of her work were shredded afterall. "Thought i'd see if you could use a hand or anything...hehe..."
Glancing back to the mess of her kitchen, considering her tired state and.... the joys of watching a man like him tidy up her kitchen... "I certainly wouldn't mind an extra hand..." She chimed, offering her hand. "Marceline.~"
