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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 21, 2018 15:20:59 GMT -4
Uneasy Start"...And finally, sad news: Another grisley murder was found in the alleyway between Mine and Tenth today." It was early morning in Tokyo; men and women were doing some early shopping or going to work, teenagers were skipping school, and cars were trying to push past each other to carry their passengers where they needed. Several people were already hovering around a TV shop, some of them watching the news being shown merely out of convienence, others gravitating towards it with the newest piece of news. "This victim is the third in a line, with the scene painted in what appears to be neon light." One teenager girl gasped as she passed; she was dressed in a thin brown jacket, a black sleeveless t-shirt decorated with an image of a long-forgotten show, green jeans a size too large, and white sneakers, and all of them seeing a lot of wear and tear. She was carrying a stuffed white bunny, similarly worn and stained so much that some of its fur was closer to tan, and was wearing a noose around its neck made of pink thread. Her red eyes turned from street towards the TV as the woman continued to speak, and even as she did, the young lady whispered to the bunny, smiling and giggling faintly, too low to be heard, particularly when the news was so gripping. "Unlike the other 2 victims, this one seems to have tried to fight back, but the result unfortunately ended up the same; like the others, the area around them was painted in neon lighting, this time, reportedly in swirl patterns of pink, green, and yellow as the assaulter's main colors of choice. Due to this, the police are saying this person officially qualifies as a serial killer. There have yet to be any clues towards the identity of the Painter, but police urge the citizens to report anything they can. Now, onto Charles with the weather. Charles?" The news moved onto the weather, and Luzia frowned slightly. Still, though, they mentioned her! She smiled brightly, hugging her stuffed animal close as she moved away from the TV store, a pip in her step. She still remembered that fight - it was only the night before after all - the fight was so annoying... but she won! She had some bruises from the fight, but that person... that person was gone now... and the news! They were talking about her! People were noticing her! Happiness was filling her; killing people was so good all around! Ending them was so awesome, but then people paid attention to her when she did... and then, sometimes, people are money she could take, or stuff she could sell! As she walked away, she smiled softly, pulling out a wallet and tossing it up. "He sure had a lot of money, Wetzel. Come on, let's get something to eat." She was already heading to a place she knew she could get some food... sometimes cheap, but good, to. She could eat for a few days with the money that this guy had! She was broken out of her smile for a moment, looking down at her bunny, then smiling again. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Somewhere where I can eat."
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 21:09:49 GMT -4
Ugh, morning hangovers were the worst thing in the world, especially when they weren't even from something fun like drinking or drugs. No, instead her headache came from a series of confusing and conflicting jobs that had kept her up all night. This one wanted her to spy on his wife who he was sure was cheating, that one had money in a bet that he needed rigged, another one was stalking some middle school boy and begged her for photographs--like she would ever deal in that shit. It had not been a fun twenty-two hours. Still, there was nothing like the hair of the dog that bit you to get the good mood back, which was why she was at a fancy little breakfast and brunch crepe shop, picking at a strawberry crepe and nursing a mimosa like it was the only drink she'd ever known.
People sucked. Plain and simple. But at least she made a profit from it.
While she ate and drank she had a pair of earphones in, her laptop (a brand spanking new one, thank you Meiko) on and live-streaming the news. Finally it got to the good stuff. A murderer loose in Tokyo they say? Fun fun fun. It had been a while since Susumu got to see some genuine fear in peoples eyes since that dumb hero school opened up. Though she had no doubt whoever it was would be caught sooner or later. Their modus operandi was simply too flashy. Still, it was a shame she couldn't see the colors from the images shown on the screen. Maybe she could peek her eyes into some security cameras around the shady parts of the city, and see if she could catch this Painter in action.
I bet if I saw them at work, I could send their info to Genzu, Susumu grinned, her teeth lightly chewing on her straw, It'd be a little present from me to him; one serial killer, all ready for the slaughter...
...then again, an honestly unhinged villain could be as bad for businesses it was good for her boyfriend. Were they even dating? Did it matter? They were fucking, and that was enough for her. If people were scared of some Picasso wannabe killer then they might not want to go out to meet her at night to make deals. It could also be good for business, too, if some paranoid rich bastard wanted her to watch every street he walked to make sure the murderer wasn't nearby.
Ahh, decisions decisions.
"Still...what gorgeous work," she mused softly to herself, "What vision."
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 22, 2018 0:23:55 GMT -4
Cheap... cheap was good, cheap meant long, cheap meant-what was that smell? Luzia was repeating the mantra that the people at the shelter, the one that was supposed to make things easier... but suddenly a smell hit her nose, and she sniffed the air hard, stopping in her tracks and following her nose until approaching a café. She grimaced slightly as she looked at the sign; this place was fancy... people with money come here....
A small touch of fear gripped at her heart, and she hugged her worn stuffed bunny closer to her chest. This was the sort of place that kicked people like her out just for being near them. She looked down at her bunny, closing her eyes and muttering. "Yeah, I know... yeah, I know that, too... but the food... it seems really good. I know, I know! But the food smells so good... and I've been good, right? Real good." She went quiet for a moment, then smiled. "Yeah, you think?! I'll get something from here...!" She grinned widely, stepping forward, but looked down, her smile fading into a sad frown as she sighed. "Yeah... good idea...."
She sighed softly as she gently pushed in the door. She was so excited to have some food, fancy food, even, but... she had to keep her head down. Always. Especially here.... She looked to the ground as she moved through tables, not even looking at people, just shuffling her way through the café to the counter, ordering herself the biggest and cheapest meal they had. She didn't bother to look even at the person behind it; all she did was let out a sigh of relief when they took her money. "That's the way it works, huh?" She whispered to her bunny again, petting its head softly. "They don't care who you are if you have money, and they don't care about me in the first place...." Soon enough, she got her meal and she shuffled away, finding herself a seat, though not before already taking a few bites.
Hearing the news again caught her attention, looking over her shoulder to see some green-haired girl watch it on her computer. Luzia leaned over slightly, seeing not only the same thing that was aplready broadcast, but a little more, apparently... this one had images of her paintings! She smiled brightly for a moment, happy that so many people were seeing her... but then the girl spoke, and Luzia blushed, whirling back to her meal and squeezing her bunny tightly in her hand. Did she really just say that?! Did someone really like it? It was just a bunch of swirls, but she did her best with them, and her quirk was really pretty. Several times as these thoughts ran through her head, her eyes darted to the girl, but finally, Luzia leaned over towards her, and, speaking with a meek, quiet tone, she cautiously asked, "You... you like what they did?"
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 12:24:55 GMT -4
Susumu had to learn to stop talking to herself in cafes like this, it kept attracting the strangest company. At the sound of a meek little voice behind her, she turned to see quite an unusual sight. The woman--no, girl--talking to her was wearing clothing far too worn-down for this side of town, and clinging to an equally rough looking rabbit toy. Without color Susumu couldn't see her red eyes or what color her hair was, but even without those details she could see that the girl was filthy. Was...that a look she was going for? One of those punk-rock things where you deliberately look like you don't give a shit about your appearance while still having money? Or was she just some lucky street-rat who wanted a good meal after getting an extra large payday.
She was asking about the murderer. Specifically, she was asking if Susumu had seriously liked the paint-job that came with it.
Between that and her tattered appearance...
...it would be such a coincidence.
"I do. Truthfully." Her perfectly painted lips curled into a red and white grin, "I admire those who think out-of-the-box. There are too many boring, annoying people in the world; it's lovely to see somebody being so creative..." Susumu's voice dropped to a hush, just in case anyone nearby was listening in, "...while also thinning the herd a bit. I'm only sorry I can't see how truly colorful it is. Colorblindness, you know?"
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notes: "I love your work" says one criminal to the other |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 22, 2018 19:28:10 GMT -4
Luzia gasped softly, the pink in her cheeks turning just a little darker as the green-haired girl complimented her work, immediately turning back to her dish to nervously fiddle with her hair. She really liked it...! She didn't understand what she was saying with 'thinking outside of the box' exactly - she had just sort of doodled that time, honestly - but it made her feel so happy! Her heart was fluttering around her chest like a coked up butterfly. It actually felt weird, but in such a good way! She couldn't help but giggle softly, but suddenly she stopped, looking down at her bunny as if she suddenly heard something.
Right... he was right... she had to act cool... people couldn't know that sort of thing. She took a breath, calming herself down, trying to not look so excited. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes a little as she mentioned thinning the herd. "Yeah... that guy was bad..." She gingerly rubbed her still sore shoulder, glaring off into space, but nevertheless smirking subtly, remembering the exhileration of the kill. The fight... the fight was so hard... but when she finally knocked him down... when she finally got to hit him and hit him and hit him and hit him and hit him... the feeling... it just made her more and more and more excited just thinking about it!
...Luzia gasped again, then shook her head, realizing that she was getting excited again and pushing it down. She looked back to her company, then blinked. "Colorblind...? Aww... well...!" Suddenly, she leaned over, and pointed at the screen, following the images of neon on the screen. "She - or, ah, he, whoever they are - used a lot of green and yellow there, there, and there, and some pink there, and a touch of blue in some places like here and here...." She went on, trying to draw a mental picture for the girl, smiling as she admired her own work. They were just doodles, but... they were pretty doodles.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 22:11:53 GMT -4
"Oh, did you know him personally?" Susumu's smile turned sharper, her eyes staying on the girl as she turned away and rubbed at her arm. She was holding that bunny awfully close. Maybe it was a gift, or the last remaining something of somebody dear. How precious. "In that case I'd offer my condolences...but you say he was a bad person? Then are you happy that he died? There's no shame in saying you are."
This wasn't even a game of reading somebody to learn their secrets, it was more like looking at a map with all the roads clearly spelled out in front of her. This girl, matted and filthy and ever so slightly off-kilter, was involved in this murder. Whether or not she was the killer herself or simply somebody who'd seen the act and not reported it, Susumu wasn't sure. Yet. However it was simply too plain that she was connected in one way or another. Fascination led her to lean in more to Luzia, letting her get close enough to point at her laptop screen easier.
Quite an eye for detail she had, too. She traced along the paint strokes with the kind of fondness of a child showing their work to a parent, describing it with few words but a good amount of heart. It was sweet.
And it didn't help hide her involvement in any way.
"Whoever she, or he as you say, is, they certainly have an eye for beauty. I wonder, is the paint itself their Quirk, or is it simply an added flair to a well done kill?" Susumu's eyes stayed trained to Luzia's expression as she went on. "It would be somewhat disappointing if they killed them in a boring way and then just added the paint to stand out." tagged: Luzia Gottschalk || word count: 302 ||
notes: poke the bear to get it to roar <3 |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 23, 2018 21:42:50 GMT -4
The pink-haired girl narrowed her eyes as the green-haired one asked about the man, her smile slowly fading into a soft glare. She tilted her head down towards the bunny in her lap, but she didn't have to look at him to know what he was saying. She knew she had to be more subtle, but it was a little easier now that she was thinking about that bastard of a man. Her smile disappeared completely into contempt, then scoffed, pulling away from the computer.
Almost at a flip of a coin, Luzia had gone from cautiously cheery and friendly to detached and chillingly spiteful. She pulled away from the computer softly, pushing down the recent memories of that man as she finally replied, "He doesn't matter anymore." Said with all the icy fury of a teenager, it was very clear from her tone, if not her face, that she was very happy that he was gone. This time, she didn't smirk; she was thinking too much on how she didn't like him, and ate a few more bites of her food while she could.
When the greenhead continued, she looked back, her expression shifting to confusion. "Huh? It's not paint, it's light. Didn't you hear that?" She pouted softly when she - at least by Luzia's viewpoint - unknowingly taunted her. She pouted, yelling, "Hey, it's hard to kill someone, you know! Especially with a Quirk! Didn't you see that article? It was a whole fight!" She huffed, throwing her arms down, then winced when that movement made her bruises suddenly ache HARD, going wide-eyed and quickly whirling back to her food, suddenly stuffing her face to shut herself up. She was talking too much again....
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2018 21:10:32 GMT -4
Ahh, her coolly furious expressions were beautiful to behold, Susumu found. It made her more childlike and bubbly moment earlier all the brighter, and such a stark change in behavior was even more delightful. That there, that was the tone and voice of vindictive hatred. Or someone who could watch a man die and only feel pleasure in their death because that person would no longer exist in this world. It reminded her of G, funny enough, but G seemed to regret it when he had that look. This girl had been celebrating whatever it was that brought it about, by the look of things. When she pulled away Susumu let out a small hum and opened a new tab on her laptop--her messages on her site--and grinned.
Speak of the devil, he'd just left her a message on her site. Not that he knew it was her. How lovely and how perfectly timed. She'd look later.
Meanwhile Luzia took the bait dangled in her face and, subsequently, hooked herself on Susumu's taunt. Susumu turned her head to look at her with a brilliant grin. She opened her mouth to ask how she know how hard it was to kill somebody, how did she know, but stopped short. Was she in pain? From what? Hmm. The news report had indeed said that the victim had fought back. Then...
...if I am wrong, then it will bite me back, hard. But if I'm right?
It's a great a reward for the risk.
Susumu's voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned into Luzia in turn.
"Did he hurt you, my dear? Is that why he deserved it? I wouldn't judge you, if that's why you chose to kill him. In fact, I sympathize. I might even have a deal for you. An offer to help you. If you did do it."
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notes: here we see Susumu make a terrible life choice, but will it pay? |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 24, 2018 22:06:26 GMT -4
Gotta eat quickly, gotta eat quickly... gotta eat it all and get out of here. Her heart was pounding now, fear squeezing it tight like a vice, making it harder to breathe. Wetzel was screaming at her, but she knew what she did! She was saying too much, she always did that, always, always, ALWAYS! Why didn't she learn?! She snarled at her stuffed bunny, wanting to yell straight back at him, but she couldn't, not in front of everyone. She couldn't make a make a scene, not here, not now, she needed to disappear.... again.
"Did he hurt you, my dear? Is that why he deserved it? I wouldn't judge you, if that's why you chose to kill him."
Luzia's red eyes went wide, fear filling her completely, and without warning, she looked over her shoulder. Before she had even fully turned to her, that fear was almost entirely turned to malicious intent; her eyes were still wide, but she was memorizing the greenhair's face. She had to kill her now, she knew too much now... damnit... damnit damnit damnit! Wetzel was already berating her for being so careless....
"In fact, I sympathize. I might even have a deal for you. An offer to help you. If you did do it."
The killer's eyes narrows in confusion, unable to help but blink, completely caught off guard by that. Did... she not actually know? No, wait, she was offering... even if she was? That didn't... make a whole lot of sense... besides... who would offer her help? No one ever did... Luzia turned her head to Wetzel in a jerky, thoroughly confused motion, completely unable to grasp her offer. It... it had to be a trap, right? Or something? Some sort of confession thing? Before she responded, she held her bunny closer, fearfully squeezing it into her chest even as she glared purposely into her food. Her voice was meek, still unsure what to think, but definitely planning her death, she just had to follow her a little bit....
"N-No... I don't... have any idea what you're talking about... I was nowhere near that alley when it happened. I don't even have a quirk...."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2018 22:24:25 GMT -4
Susumu coo'd playfully at the utter bemusement on Luzia's face. She was a poor liar. That, or too shaken to gather her thoughts clearly. Was it still worth the danger of being exposed to press this? Considering this girl's ragged appearance, and they way she was acting so erratically, even a failure might not cause too much trouble. Any accusation could be blamed on mental instability. There was no way this could hurt her.
That she could think of, at least.
"No Quirk? That's a shame," Susumu still spoke with a hushed tone, a hand raising to rest on her jaw and support her head as she kept leaned into Luzia. "I have one. I use it to spy on bad people, and give their information to those who would do something about them. Somebody like a person who kills bad people. Those sorts, like the Painter, are my favorite people. But, like you said, you're not them. So I don't see any reason to offer you any sort of aid. Perhaps, even, to bring you somewhere you can rest your injuries. Sleep. Bathe. I might even know others who would appreciate your talents."
She began to draw away, closing her laptop with a click, and fishing her wallet out of her purse to leave a nice tip on the table. She placed her laptop into its case and stood up to stretch. Then, with a sly smile, she gave Luzia one last look-over. Poor filthy thing. She was pitiable.
"But if you're just a quirk-less nobody, I shouldn't waste my time."
With that she began to walk away.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 24, 2018 23:33:11 GMT -4
Even amongst her confusion, going back and forth between just... wanting to believe that she actually wanted to help, but being too cautious about that being some sort of taunt... she was planning to kill her... she had to now... she knew, she definitely knew. Even Wetzel was agreeing with her... she had to do it... it was the only way to be safe. Luzia let out a soft 'mmm' as the greenhead admitted to having a quirk, too deep in already imagining killing her to actually care about it.
...but then she heard 'bad people' and Luzia's attention was caught, suddenly turning her head to pay much more attention to her. A quirk that lets her spy on people... and she uses it to end bad people...? Her eyes went wide at a specific admittance; she liked the Painter?! How could that be... who would like a killer?! But then... she was being pretty honest about liking the art... so... maybe...? Sleep and a bath sounded so good... it was so tempting that she couldn't help but look at her bunny, wondering what he thought... before he could say anything, though, the girl was leaving.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT!"
Without warning, Luzia got up and yelled, glaring at the girl with almost unabated fury, her eye twitching slightly. That word... she hated that word so much! She almost yelled again, but Wetzel stopped her, and she looked around, seeing that several people were looking at them. With the brief distraction, her anger almost instantly turned to depression, and her body drooped, and she sighed softly. She hated that word so much... but only because it was true... she really was nobody.... As always, Wetzel was silent on that subject, and Luzia looked at the green-haired girl again, so depressed she was almost to the point of tears.
"Would you be able to make me somebody...?"
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2018 0:10:19 GMT -4
She had expected to anger the girl, but she hadn't expected such fury.
Susumu's eyes were wide when she turned back around to face Luzia, who had shouted loud enough that the whole cafe had turned to look. Again this situation was so familiar. Did nobody understand subtlety anymore? In this situation, though, perhaps she could forgive Luzia's outcry a bit better. If only because it didn't cost her a laptop. However the anger was short lived and quickly replaced with her whole body slumping, ire replaced with such sadness that it gave Susumu pause.
The Painter, it seemed, didn't just kill for fun or anger. There was something more to her motivation. Something painful beyond bruises.
Just the sight of her near tears made Susumu's chest tighten.
She was so...defenseless. Broken. Unusually innocent.
She was perfect.
Ignoring the crowd for the first time, Susumu stepped up to Luzia and placed both hands on her cheeks, cupping her face with the tenderness of a dear friend, or perhaps even family, and offered her the warmest smile she could manage. It was an effort to push away the gleam of joy in her eyes for the sake of sincerity, but she managed it.
"I can make you anybody you want to be, my little artist," she purred, "All you have to do is follow me, and do as I ask. Do you understand?"
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 25, 2018 1:14:44 GMT -4
Luzia hated this feeling... this feeling of... she didn't even really have a word for it. Helplessness was close, but it felt so small compared to what it actually felt like. It was as if she had a car sitting on her back. It made her feel so heavy, it made it so hard to breathe, it made Wetzel go so quiet... everything about this feeling was so bad. It made her want to throw up, to hurt herself... hurt someone just to make it stop....
She cautiously looked up at the green-haired girl, a slight wince on her face, afraid she said too much, afraid she exposed herself too much. She gasped out of fear the girl suddenly grabbed her cheeks. Instantly, her mind went to the worst, imagining her suddenly so angry that she would wrap her hands around her throat, or would knee her in the stomach... or... something! Luzia's instincts went mad, and she was preparing for the worst, but then....
"I can make you anybody you want to be, my little artist, all you have to do is follow me, and do as I ask. Do you understand?"
Luzia's eyes went wide with pure shock. There was a part of her that couldn't believe she just heard that... but a bigger part wanted, had to believe it. She was the only people ever to touch her without trying to hurt her... and she knew she was the Painter, but didn't run, or call the police or anything. Was she really someone that... actually cared? It didn't feel right to trust this girl... it felt too unsafe... but she wanted to try. Even if Wetzel was saying not to do it, she wanted to try... she wanted to take the chance to have a home, to be able to sleep soundly....
Without warning, Luzia suddenly launched forward, wrapping her arms around the greenhead as tight s she could, not wanting this opportunity to slip away, as two tears gently leaked from her eyes. "O-Okay...! I can do that! Please make me somebody!!" She sniffled gently, not exactly crying, her emotions just leaking out of her softly as she took a moment to sneak a subtle nuzzle into the girl. She was so soft....
And if this girl was lying, she could just kill her and move on, as always.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2018 12:58:00 GMT -4
"Good girl. Now let's get you home." Susumu released Luzia's cheeks and stood back up to her full--albeit small--height, and extended her hand for her new pet to take. The people in the cafe were still eyeing them with looks of confusion and weariness, but rather than attempt to salvage her reputation, Susumu let them watch and ignored them. Tokyo was a big city. For once she didn't care if anybody remembered her in a crowd. She had more important things to deal with right now, like bringing this girl back to her apartment, and getting her settled in. She was risking a lot more than her reputation with this move.She could already tell it was worth it.
"By the by, you may call me Susumu. Or if you feel like it, Oneesama."
[Scene Change: Susumu's Aparment] Susumu, much like her style of clothing and taste in cafe's might have suggested, lived a rather expensive lifestyle. No truer to this assumption could exist than her apartment. In one of the finest high-rises in Tokyo, Japan, with two bedrooms and two bathrooms and an excellent amount of living space. She had, of course, claimed the larger of the bedrooms (which connected to the second bathroom) for herself, and used the second, slightly smaller bedroom for storage purposes. The second bathroom was also mostly unused and empty of toiletries, but at least it was still functional. Few people had visited her home. Not that she minded at all. All of her secrets were here, in her room.
Well, it was locked right now. So she didn't need to worry about that with Luzia. Walking through the entry way she placed her laptop bag and purse on a set of hangers to the left, then took her shoes off before stepping into the apartment itself. "Here we are, my little artist. Come in, come in. Just take off your shoes, if you don't mind. My housekeeper does his best to keep the floors nice and clean." Past the entry was a little hall-way connecting all of the rooms together; white walls and black wooden flooring, all the walls covered with silver-framed photographs of the city at night, the hall illuminated only by a few sparse lights over the photos themselves. There weren't any windows.
"First things first, your bathroom will be right here," Susumu directed Luzia's attention to the first door and opened it. The bathroom inside was entirely white, with a little entry of its own with the sink and an empty shelf meant for towels, soaps, and other things, then a semi-translucent door into the shower and bath proper. "If you want, you may take a shower and bathe before I show you around. I even have some freshly cleaned clothing that you may wear...and if you want, I can have your little bunny friend cleaned up, too. He'll be good as new." It was funny playing house with a murderer. Then again, she'd shared a bed and built a living around those same sort of people. What was one more ridiculous thing added onto that? "Tell me, dear, what scent of soap would you like? I have many." |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jun 1, 2018 13:44:19 GMT -4
Home... that was a strange word. She didn't even say it and it felt wierd on her tongue... she had honestly all but given up on having a home. Was this really it? Was this really the home she had wanted a long time ago...? Wetzel was still silent... was he as confused as her? She wanted this, still, but... it was so hard to believe....
"Okay..." Luzia sniffled softly, rubbing the water from her eyes gently, looking at the greenhaired girl. She smiled gently, a forced smile, nervous, afraid, and unsure, though happy and excited at the same time. Susumu calling herself 'Oneesama', though, made her go wide-eyed, dull shock overwhelming Luzia. This girl wanted to be her big sister?! Following Susumu, Luzia had introduced herself, simply saying 'Luzia', giving her no last name - not yet - and not even an honorific. Otherwise, she was pretty silent; she wasn't sure what to say exactly, and she was too nervous anyway. More over, the ride there made her moreso the longer it went on; they were going to better and better neighborhoods...
Arriving at what would be Susu's apartment, Luzia felt even more out of place. Not even in her dreams did she think about places like this...! Her new... friend? Sister? She was definitely rich, and Luzia couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of trap. She took her shoes off, as requested, and even that alone made her even more uneasy. But, still, despite her fear, she put enough of her trust into Susumu - despite Wetzel saying to not do that - to follow her, gasping softly at the bathroom. It was so... clean! Luzia jerked her head to Susu, pulling Wetzel away from her. "N-No, he can bathe with me!" She replied quickly, defensively; she was not going to just give him away like that!
At the question of soap, though, she relaxed a little, looking into the bathroom. "Um... any kind? Whatever one you don't mind me using...."
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