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Post by Marceline Labelle on May 14, 2020 21:44:02 GMT -4
Dressed up in a warm yet also breeze allowing attire, a cozy pair of jeans and a sleeveless sweater... well, Sleeveless WITH detatched sleeves. Kind of weirdly... ironic? Was that the word? All the same it was just a cozy yet in her eyes fashionable little choice. Despite the formal actions she was performing today, which honestly made it all the better in her eyes. So many people, especially in Japan, seemed to think you needed to dress the part to do business but in her mind it should be the opposite when you’re at her supposed level. You have the power and the money to hold the attention of people in a room regardless of your attire, so why make yourself uncomfortable solely out of a desire to play the part? No no no, in her eyes the higher up the ladder you were, the more permission you had to let yourself wear whatever the hell you wanted.~ “So you guys are good on your usual intake of supplies right? No budgeting issues or complex responses from the supplier?” Marcie would ask the manager of one of her French themed Cafes. She’d been trying to start the brand across Tokyo to appeal to tourists who wanted a taste of their European home-culture, and also the growing popularity of other cultures within Japan. Plus it made for a great front for the funds she was funnelling through the system from her less legitimate sources of income. Who suspected a little café chain to be a money laundering scheme afterall? And there was always a lot of expenses you could justify like new coffee filters, new brands of coffee, replacing furniture…~ “N-no ma’am. I-I mean yes!” Her worker stumbled a little. She hadn’t been completely on her game during this whole conversation, and Marcie began to purse her lips in a curious expression. In her ‘real’ line of work it paid to be observant at the end of the day, so the constant glances her worker had towards a specific table hadn’t gone amiss. A Japanese businessman of some sort, slightly greying hair, glasses. A very strict stance even in how he tried to sit in such a relaxing environment. Ugh. Exactly the kind of person Marceline couldn’t stand about the more legitimate business world. Her eyes shifted back to her worker, offering her a bit of ‘release’ from her tension in a delicate tone. “Well you certainly seem a bit distracted. Didn’t take you for the ‘grey fox’ type.~” She mildly teased, bringing a deep blush to the young Japanese girl before her. “N-no Miss Labelle he is… erm…” She lingered. Marceline rolled her eyes a little playfully, the Japanese culture of respect could be cute at times, if also a little frustrating. “A difficult customer?” She nodded a little timidly. “He makes very strict demands about how he is served. Apparently deals with one of our suppliers, so I do not wish to upset him.” Ah. Throwing his weight around a bit. Marceline put on the most plastered little smile, one that could almost seem sincere but… had that vague hint of ‘uncanny valley’ to it that made it clear she was feeling a seething despision for whoever it was going to be aimed at. “Well. Don’t go worrying about that.” With that, and a brief, whispered plee for her to not do anything from her worker, Marceline turned on her heel and walked right on over to the man’s table, her clipboard and notepad resting in her hands behind her back. “Good evening sir.~ How are you enjoying your tea today at our fine establishment?” She chimed in her sweet tone, the uncanny valley of her expression lingering briefly before fading into a still faked, but expertly so expression of sincerity in her question. The older man glanced up from his tea, taking a sip before lowering his glass, patting his lips with a napkin. “It is quite delicious. Thank you… “ He let his eyes flow up and down her, not in perversion. Marceline knew what that felt like well enough. This was the eyes of quiet judgement. “Is a uniform not mandatory at this establishment…?” “Mmm. Not at my level no sir. Now. It has come to my understanding you’ve been making things difficult for the workers here. As such I’m going to politely ask you finish your tea and leave the establishment. I will be informing the others not to serve you if you are to arrive.” Rather promptly, Marceline slipped her phone out of her pocket, deftly slipped the camera app open, and took a picture of his stunned face with which to inform her other workers, the stunned man slowly gathering his senses. “I beg your-?” “Pardon?~” She finished with a French tint to her voice. “As I’m sure you’re aware I have absolute right to refuse service to anyone, especially if that customer has been difficult enough that my staff cannot perform their duties properly, out of fear of upsetting you in the process.” She glanced over the table with a smirk and noticed his cup was empty. “Now as I can see your finished with your tea I would ask you leave.” Regardless of any threats the man made, Marceline would simply respond with an overly formal “If you’d please leave sir.” Until he made his way out the door, returning to her worker and swiftly writing a personal contact number on a napklin. “Keep that somewhere safe, if he returns and causes a fuss just call me directly.~” She offered with a smile. Most people would keep trouble away from such a potentially shady business but… well in her eyes the more trouble she caused the less people had to suspect something else must be going on. “I’ll be in my usual seat while I go over the papers. Would you mind serving me a tea with two sugars? Si vous plait.~” With that, Marcie took to a small booth in the corner of her café, folding one leg over the other as she awaited her relaxing drink.  Today's Outfit |
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 15, 2020 12:44:58 GMT -4
She should have been playing nice. That being said, should was not what she was doing. She had just finished one of her darker duties, and with it, the small fatigue that followed. It wasn't an easy task, even after years of practice. Taking each limb away from the core of the body was physically taxing. Maybe today had set a record, but she had stopped caring to count. Bones would be soon removed and absorbed, leaving nothing but mounds of flesh. Some ground up for a burger the next day, while others were stored for other uses later. She was tired of the taste, or rather, she needed something to rid of the stench. Her own attire would be pressed and spotless. The small benefits of having multiple outfits. A fully black suit, from her shirt to her coat, to her vest, to her pants and with gloves to match. A light gray shirt in contrast. Her hair would still be kept the bright purple, and a skull mask over her face, exposing only her jaw and her lower lip. She was careful in her appearance, her bones reshaping her facial structure enough to bare no resemblance to her true self, save for her eyes, something already hard to see from behind the mask. She smiled, eyeing a small cafe. Maybe it would a good change to go somewhere she didn't own for once. Besides, it wasn't like she would miss anything. Even the places that Ketsujo owned, she never walked in as herself, or at least this version. It was bad for business. But to appear one someone else's doorstep was something she cared little about. She opened the doors and walked in, and pulled out her phone, sending a quick message. [Army Of Bones:] Now it is a matter of if they are a team player, or a lone wolf. She tucked the device away. Looking forward to catch a woman walking towards what looked like an older man. She smiled, he reminded her of Sato in a way, though probably a lot less disgusting in his hobbies. He most likely did not strut around his own home unclothed, but did it matter when you're quirk turned you into a skeletal beast? She shook the though, observing for a moment, while pondering what she wanted. She took a step, only to watch the phone held up to take a picture of the man. It was interesting. Though, probably with good reason. If he was difficult, posting his photo for the workers to see would be an easy turn around to deny him future service. She watched, amused, with her hands placed in her back pockets. What an interesting place. Perhaps the tea was to die for. ~ Word Count: 457 ~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on May 16, 2020 8:37:10 GMT -4
With her pompous nuisance gone and hopefully never to trouble her business again, Marceline sat down in her favorite little booth to just go over her notes. Even if the business was, on many levels, a form of front, she did want to make sure it actually worked. Afterall if her con artistry ever became too risky, or she solely needed to retire, she wanted to have a nice legitimate business to fall back on that didn't stop her from enjoying the lifestyle she currently led. Everything seemed to be adding up well enough... her eyes did a general scan of her business, wondering what kind of clientel they'd been attracting when a rather... stand out example caught her eyes. A woman with some sort of skull mask covering the top half of her face, looking a little out of place. She supposed her style of business with it's european theme didn't exactly run the same way most Japanese services did, so, rising to her feet, she'd cautiously step over towards the woman and see exactly what had her lingering... and perhaps ensure she didn't terrify her workers with the fact she was walking in here to a small business with minimal security and a villainous mask. "Excuse me miss?" She'd ask with a careful voice, a politeness in her tone but trying to seem a little formal as she offered her attention. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude but you seem a little out of place.~ Are you looking for somebody or... perhaps are you curious how our serving methods work?~" She asked, pulling her clipboard to her front and resting it about her hip. As she took in an initial answer, she'd additionally tip her head curiously and ask. "Also... if you don't mind me asking, is that erm... mask, a part of a quirk? I just worry the staff may be a little on edge if it's a mask." Today's Outfit |
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 16, 2020 9:17:01 GMT -4
It was common for any of the higher level criminals to have a sort of front to their findings. For Kasey, laundering through her own bank line was easy enough. Making bodies disappear was easy enough with her hospitals. In truth, she had the perfect set up for murder and crime. The only thing more she could need was weapons, which was unnecessary when she had an arsenal of quirks to choose from. It seemed that some ice traveled faster than bullets anyways. She had a mountain of money to play with, and she hadn't yet counted her winnings from her darker dealings. To think that just over a year ago, her life was vastly different. It did not matter now. Her pockets were all but lined with gold now. "Oh, sorry." she would say apologetically, "I wasn't sure if I should seat myself or wait." she answered, assuming they would at least tell her to pick any table she liked if it was the case, if not then direct her. It was what she was used to, that or ordering at the counter. But here, it didn't seem that way, but she could have been wrong. Based on how the woman spoke, it definitely seemed that way. It was one answer to a few questions, only to be faced with a follow up. "Oh, sorry. It's a bit. . . permanent. If you would." Kasey would lift her hand to her mask, and press her thumb towards the top row of teeth. She pressed, showing the pressure of her thumb. The mask itself was bone, and fused to her face, along with the membrane that covered her skin. "Sorry if I make things uncomfortable, I can go somewhere else if you would like?" She would motion towards the door, as if asking if she should leave. It did already seem as if she was dealing with a lot. ~ Word Count: 318 ~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on May 18, 2020 8:21:08 GMT -4
“Oh don’t worry about it. I know the place looks a bit fancy but just treat it like your average starbucks. You just go up to the counter and order.~” She responded in a pleasant tone, finding the woman before her interesting if only due to the aspect of her quirk that seemed to form that mask. Marceline always had a ‘thing’ for the unique and out of place. It was perhaps a little rude in it’s own way but she liked to see how those with such… well, deformities, managed in their own right, especially when they held a confidence to them. This girl didn’t seem all that confident, truth be told, but she seemed to hold an interesting aura all the same.
“No no no don’t fret about the mask. If it’s a quirk I’ll just inform my servers not to worry. I’m sure you know how it is though, with the crime rates as they are seeing someone come into a budding business with such a face covering er…” She tried to think of a polite way to put it… “Appendage, people can naturally be a little on edge. Honestly though, It’d be bad form for me to turn away a paying customer so don’t you fret in the slightest.” She offered her hand across as a thought occurred to her in fact. “I’m Marceline, the owner myself. Why don’t you give me your order and I’ll bring it to your seat for you? Should hopefully help you feel a little more at ease I’d imagine.~”
Assuming the young woman took her offer, Marceline would offer her the booth she’d been using a moment ago and move over to the counter of her little café with the woman’s order, wanting to make sure she didn’t make her place feel like a high class joint that didn’t allow anyone with a visual quirk or the like. Afterall, even if she herself could pass as quirkless, she wasn’t about to rudely shove out anyone who’s quirk was on full display just because it looked like it was covering their face. Heck, especially since in most cases it likely WAS their face.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 18, 2020 11:51:39 GMT -4
Everything was smooth, but with it, came questions she hadn't yet prepared for. If she was to keep her guise, there was a sense or normalcy she needed to maintain. It seemed that seating was just as it came, and it would be orders first, and seats later. Her eyes wandered, from behind a mask that freely looked around. Setsuna found nothing of real importance or interest. Not yet at least. She tried to speak of her quirk as if she wasn't a monster. Truth was, she was. Maybe not now, but certainly just moments before. As the hand was extended, Kasey offered hers in reply. "Bones is fine." she would say, "I'll take your top two recommendations." she would answer, giving herself a choice in something almost completely random. She would allow her to pick what she found their best drinks, or most popular. Or perhaps, a bit of both. As a seat would be offered, Kasey nodded to herself finding it all far too amusing. She hadn't gone to a Seabun coffee shop in a while, at least never as her persona of Army of Bones. To have this place compare by name, was pretty interesting. She would take her seat, only to take out her phone. She would fidget with the keyboard before sending a message. She had her own servers, and the small secure applications for her own agency. [Army of Bones:] Should not be long. [Army of Bones:] Only a small stop. [Mr.S:] Don't take long. I have things to do. A quick reply from the man, and with it a reminder. She would sigh and leave the phone at her side as she would await, her hands folded as she would observe the drinks. She was curious to see what she would soon get. But also curious in how they brewed it. Perhaps something would be learned. ~ Word Count: 309 ~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on May 20, 2020 6:37:57 GMT -4
Shaking Bone’s hand with a gentle yet firm sense of grace, she internalized the name of this interesting individual, hoping she might see them around her store again in the future, even if Marcie’s own visits could be a somewhat rare occurrence. “Oh my, leaving it in my hands? Well that’s certainly a dangerous choice. Afterall I might just leave you with our most expensive items.~” She brushed off the idea with a flippant gesture however, gesturing for Bones to take a seat all the same. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a delightful little coffee blend we specialize in coupled with a refreshing slice of cake.~” She chimed, heading off towards the counter and doing a bit of work herself. She didn’t have the training to run her own coffee machines without a mild risk of burning herself but she could at least pick out a nice fresh slice of simple cheesecake. She could have gotten one topped with strawberry sauce or the like, but she always found simple, vanilla cheesecake had it’s own appeal, aaaaand it meant she wouldn’t be charging the new customer too much.
Returning to Bones, she’d lay down the saucer with her coffee resting on top, choosing a smoother blend that lacked the usual bitter taste of coffee. It wouldn’t have the usually ‘alerting’ effect of a typical blend but it would be a tastier experience at the very least, and beside it the simple, slim slice of cheesecake with a fork resting on the plate with it. “Aaaaand here you go.~ That will be 500 Yen for a coffee and cake deal. Typically you’d pay at the counter but I’ve asked my servers to come by once you’ve had time to settle in. If you need me personally I’ll just…” She pulled back, about to return to her own booth before realizing another customer had taken it. “Erm…s-sorry, my booth seems to have been taken… would you mind if I sit with you?”
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 24, 2020 2:37:04 GMT -4
She gave a small laugh, "Well, I'm sure I could afford it in either case." She would joke, before taking her seat, silently watching an observing. It was the little things that told the most about someone's character. The jokes, the references the movements made when they think no one else is watching. It would make the difference from spotting the fool from the prodigy. She watched the lady cheerfully pick the treats, and sat silently with her phone, waiting for any new message that may have popped up. However, she reached into her other pocket, to take out another phone, checking that one briefly before tucking it back away. "Worried about her?" the voice inside her head asked, questioning her decision. "They'll be fine.""Probably."She would soon receive her recommended choice, and before she could thank her, was met with a question. "I don't see why not. You have just as right as any to sit with me." She smiled, taking the cake a bit closer, reaching to handle the fork, "Though, if I may one question," She smiled, "To what do I owe the company of the respected owner?"A joke perhaps. But one that had a bit of truth in it. Kasey did have a few questions, but not as many as she would. ~ Word Count: 218~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on May 24, 2020 7:45:20 GMT -4
Marcie chuckled in turn at the woman’s assurances she could pay for whatever was given to her. Briefly Marcie wondered what line of work she did to give her such confidence in a relatively fancy little Café, but she wouldn’t push so soon into their interactions. It was moreso when she returned that Marceline had her interest piqued in some manner, her brow rising as she was asked that question. She’d already tried to make the excuse that her table had been taken and yet the question was asked all the same… well. Maybe it deserved a slightly more honest answer then.~
Sliding into the opposing side of the booth, she rested her ipad and her clipboard on the table, linking her fingers together as she offered Kasey a warm smile. “Well if this owner is entirely honest, she finds you interesting. With no offense intended, be your skull mask the circumstance of your birth or just something chosen it immediately had a hold of my attention.~ Again, I mean no offense, if its something you were born with its hardly like you had a choice in the matter but… it holds my attention no less. Would it be at all rude to ask what your quirk actually is? Or is it just a simple mutation perchance?”
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 28, 2020 13:07:32 GMT -4
As reckless as she was in nature, she was always meticulous in her words, at least, when she wasn't in the company of strange children with horns and fur. People were curious creatures, but not even they could hide forever. Humans were the few animals that rather than hide with shelter, they would hide behind words and phrases. There was no armor, other than sounds that came out of their mouths. For some, their greatest defense, while others, their downfall. With the question, Kasey did not offer words, but reached up to her mask, taking the teeth on the far ends, pinching them between her fingers and pulling them like clay. Long fangs would be formed, only to be pushed back to how they were before. She opened her mouth, smiling, her teeth all turning into jagged points before talking. "Bones." she would say. She reached up to the top of her head, and pulled her horns back, curving them backwards, like a ram. "Some of it I have a say with, the rest, well, it's like it has a mind of its own." She smiled again, laughing with it. "But fair is fair, I showed you mine, what of yours?" It's not like she had any reason to believe she had one quirk or another, or that she had one at all. But it was worth a shot. ~ Word Count: 229 ~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 3, 2020 6:33:49 GMT -4
Marceline’s eyes flared just slightly as she watched the other woman’s quirk in action. A simple quirk by the look of things. She could make adjustments to her anatomy by editing parts of the weird face mask the quirk had formed over her upper face. So far she didn’t see any edits beyond her teeth or edits to aspects of her quirk like the horns, but it was still interesting nonetheless. Afterall in this world of quirks, not everything could, or had to be some sort over over-powered super power.
Much like she’d once thought her own quirk was, in fact.~
“Oh? Well I suppose it’s not illegal given it’s so harmless…” She hummed in thought, cupping a fist against her chin in thought for a moment as she pretended to consider it, mumbling something along the lines of ‘what were the Japanese laws on that again…’ before shrugging casually and ‘deciding to go with it’. Raising a hand to her head with a light flourish, she swirled her wrist in a small circle, a ring of light generating in the air above her head, much akin to an angel’s halo. It wasn’t perfect, generating only a dim light that was in no way blinding or bothersome to other patrons, and when looked at closely whatever energy made it up clearly fluxuated, the dim light helping it maintain a more perfect looking circle to the viewer than it actually was. “There.~ Halo.~” ‘of change’ she chimed in her head, not about to share the full name she’d granted her quirk to a stranger in one of her own cafés like this. She leaned over on her elbows, her halo remaining for a few seconds, but slowly fading over the passing moments before fizzling out entirely. “Well if we’re going for show and tell, we both showed, now you tell… your quirk have any uses? Ever came in handy?~”
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jun 4, 2020 12:37:39 GMT -4
It was little gestures that made the difference. She didn't need to motion with her hands to manipulate her bones, nor actually touch them to shape them like clay. In truth, it was all an amusing thing for her to do, little matterisms she compartmentalized to each of her identities, all to help her further divide who she was, from who she needed to be. No one needed to know the extent of what it would become behind closed doors. But those that knew, well, they never lived long enough to tell anyone else. She watched inventively, her eyes noting each of the small movements, wondering what was needed, and what was just done for show. From blinking to lightly touching her own face. The halo formed, onto to fade away. She wondered what the uses of it was. A barrier perhaps? Did it enchant the user in a way to benefit or was it something purely cosmetic? No, she knew quirks enough to know. It looked like it was an emitter of sorts. Her body wasn't misshapen like Kasey's own bone structure, at least from what she could see. No transformation would take form externally before changing her shape, though, in this world, anything was possible, it could have been the first case. "My face is one." she would say pointing. "Most people turn away or leave me alone. Call me a freak. Prevents a lot of fights, and lets me walk down alleyways without fear." She smiled, only to take a sip of her drink. "Though, yours seems much more pretty, it's not like a guy would want to dance with a woman that looks dead. An angel would be a first choice I'd think." her smile would fade for a moment while she thought back to the few moments of joy and song. She longed to be loved. But she knew, her girlfriend would not take her back. ~ Word Count: 321 ~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 6, 2020 7:21:56 GMT -4
Marcie took in the idea of someone’s quirk being an issue for them just in how it visually presented itself. While say, someone with the abilities of a spider might have advantages to come with it, the mere fact they looked like a spider would easily put people off of them. Personally Marcie didn’t empathize with the people turned off by such interesting and unique physical anatomy and imagery, if anything Kasey somewhat enthralled her with her existence, just the uniqueness of how she was presented as a living being… but she wouldn’t go on about it. Even if she couldn’t empathize with those turned off by such imagery, she could empathize with how it must feel to be so ostracized.
“Well, that’s certainly a shame… people can be so narrow minded. I mean personally I’d find the company of one such person to be the most engaging but… I won’t prattle on. Besides I’m sure you can see that’s the case already, given I’m sat here.” She offered a warm smile, taking a sip of her own drink, briefly pausing the conversation to toy with something on her tablet, a spreadsheet of some sort but eventually laying it down to continue their conversation. “As for my Halo, I wouldn’t say anything negative came of it but… yes. It did sometimes lead to a few comparisons back in France… some positive, some seeing me as innocent and pure due to a visual bias. Other’s negative… boys joking they could ‘corrupt the angel’ so to speak. Mostly good but, the bad did exist.”
With another sip she laid down her cup and smiled softly. “I was a child model for my mother, a fashion designer. The halo was helpful as a child to give her photo work of me in her outfits a little more… pizazz, when she couldn’t afford photoshop or the classes on how to effectively use it. Beyond that, walking into a potential business meeting with A halo has people more ready to make deals with you… either because they trust you more… or they think you’re too innocent to be the one setting them up for a fall.~”
She gave a more devious little smirk, playfully hinting at a bit more of her true nature, but it could easily be brushed off as a joke if the other woman seemed at all turned off by the idea of Marcie tricking people in business deals.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jun 6, 2020 9:28:33 GMT -4
Freak. Monster. Werido. Those words were harmless. Words didn't kill you, but they lingered. Some cases they sat in places and reminded you of things. They were harmless words, but how the mind perceived them, often were what became damaging. She had seen perhaps one quirk similar to her own, but none operated in the same way. There was no one like her. And even in the instance of bone based quirks, she would be an outcast. Talking about it wouldn't change what she was. People were unique. Freaks should be celebrated. But that word, quirker, she had always hated it. She spoke on, almost bursting at the seams with joy in a conversation of what Kasey's quirk appeared to be. A great mutation, guised from a summon who had far too much power over his host's body. But no one needed to know that. Not yet at least. With a simple halo came the temptation to corrupt what it appeared to be. People who claimed to tame a beast that Kasey was, but none, even after a decade of experiments could break her spirit. A spirit, that had a will of its own. Perhaps she wasn't so different, but she had her doubts. The appearance of a halo, faced with the horns of a demon. "Lucky you." Kasey would say, thinking to the sins she had committed in trying to prove people wrong, only to give them evidence to prove them right. But even the devil was once an angel. Who was to say who was more holy from a conversation? "Perhaps if I was given wings and a halo, I would have been given a lighter life, than one befit of a demon." A smile, as she reached to take a bite from her cake, carefully lifting it upon a spoon made from her own flesh it would appear. A membrane of bone that coated her skin for added protection. She was not one to allow anyone to get the upper hand, especially not metals when her target controlled electricity. "Though, I did enjoy the few crosses presented towards me during some . . . final words you could say." A hint, perhaps more so than Kasey would say. But she wasn't Kasey. As of now, as of that day, she was Army of Bones. And she didn't have a care in the world who knew her name. She was a demon. ~ Word Count: 402 ~ |
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 13, 2020 4:49:54 GMT -4
Marcie worried she’d started the conversation down a bit of an upsetting path for the other woman talking about their quirks like this, nervously rubbing the side of her neck as she listened to that almost sharp seeming ‘lucky you’ comment, and the further details of how the girl thought she’d have had a nicer life if she was born with a quirk like hers. Personally, Marceline didn’t agree but… She could certainly see the argument.
“I wouldn’t say so I mean… you see what all those heroes are looking like these days. Bee ladies, snake men, a beefy woman with tusks and a horn. I can only imagine what their childhoods would like but here they are now, celebrities practically, no?” She didn’t want to push too hard, but Marcie was always the kind to find differences like this interesting rather than souring, and would hope to see others take a similar view to them. She couldn’t really speak to whatever this girl had gone through to give her such a view of her own quirk and the advantages others may have had but. “Personally… I think our quirks, while they are a part of us, don’t have to define who we are or how we’re treated. I mean you’ve seen that Ishtar woman on the news. She’s a criminal yet she seems to have glowing eyes at worst. Then you have Yellow Jacket, a woman who’s half bee, yet she’s treated as a hero… I dunno. Sorry if it’s a sour topic I just hardly agree on those ideas that a quirk has to define how we’re treated. There’s so much evidence to the contrary.”
She realized she’d rambled a bit and pulled back into her seat just a little. “… Sorry. I can leave you to your drink and to have some time alone, if you prefer.”
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