[open] do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

[shadepossessed]

Who: Kainé and open!
What: Shopping and loitering. Well, window shopping. Mostly loitering.
Where: Various, primarily on the Near Shore.
Why: why not
When: May 11th (a) and 12th (b & c).
Warnings: Kainé's mouth and clothes, guns, probably gender/sex issues.

[ a - for aditi, closed to sharak. ]

[It's been a few days and her embarrassment over being called Sharak's perfect match -- as well as every other thing said that made her spit fire because it was easier than blushing -- has calmed down, leaving her to dwell on the rest of the conversation. She watches their stupid rooster strut across the hall, sighs, then marches out to find Sharak.]

Hey. I'm the weapon. I don't need a gun to make threats less empty, you know.

[...BELATEDLY, SHE REALIZES THIS IS KINDA APROPOS OF NOTHING. Whatever, too late.]

[ b - for bras, bloomers, bikinis, and bodices. ]

[She's in heaven. Not the Far Shore kind of heaven, but a more private heaven that scooped her up and held her close with a silky softness. This is hosiery heaven. Hard to imagine it exists, when everyone went around covered up like they did.

But it's real! And...real expensive. But she can still do some more window shopping, taking longer to examine the look and feel of the lingerie now that she didn't have her god hanging around trying her best to exchange wiles for weapons.]

You gotta be shitting me with this prices... That one cuts in too much to ever be worth it. Fucking criminal...

[ c - for clean clams crammed in clean cans. ]

I'm not the fig plucker, nor the fig plucker's son, but I'll pluck figs till the fig plucker comes.

[Kainé hums pleasantly, lifting a flower from a nearby bed to her nose. Apparently satisfied, she twirls it between her fingers and sets off again, heels clicking softly on the floor of the garden center. She liked being here, on the Near Shore, where she could wander among people at her leisure because they couldn't see her. It was calming, being so unremarkable. Made her feel like a part of something. Just another regular cog in the machine.]

I'm not the fig plucker, nor the fig plucker's son, but I'll pluck figs till the fig plucker comes. I'm not the fig plucker, nor the fig plucker's fucking son, but I'll pluck fucking figs till the fig plucker comes. I'm not the fig pluckerfuck, nor the fig pluckerfuck's son, but I'll fucking pluck figs till the fucking fig pluckfucker comes.

[And so she continues, gradually slipping more and more cursing in... Doesn't really seem to be getting as frustrated as her words suggest, though, or even at all.]

Comments

[shadepossessed]

Huh. First I've heard of it.

[Which bothers her...! She'll have to steamroll Sharak into actually talking about things with her, gross.]

Don't see why I should be giving a shit, either.

[churchbelle]

[Hazel shrugs; he doesn't know Sharak, really, just enough to recognize the regalia...]

I'm familiar with two of 'em and yours is from roughly the same area, that's all. [India isn't China, white boy,] Ya did ask.

[shadepossessed]

I asked because you made it sound like something I should know about.

[She didn't know if Sharak had a family, or something. If she had, that would have been kinda awkward, huh?]

I don't think she'd like that being pointed out to her so much, either. She's kind of weird when it comes to that kind of thing.

[churchbelle]

[lol who has families in this day and age]

That so? Pardon my bringin' it up, then. We've only spoken the one time, but she seems like a lady I can rightly respect. I'm not tryin' to offend.

[Even if she wears that furry tail... that's less respectable.]

[shadepossessed]

[being lowkey furry is still more respectable than going around bragging about oral, watch whose partner you're going after, man.]

I'm not saying it for my benefit. Personally, I think watching her kick some ass would be a good time. [Buuut Hazel probably doesn't deserve it, so...] Doing it again, for the record. "A lady you can respect". Not really the most charming thing you could say.

[churchbelle]

[Who said Jae-Ha is respectable... Hazel may adore him, but he's still weird. Anyway, what is she— oh.]

If she were a gentleman, she'd be a gentleman I can respect. I don't mean a thing by that, either, hand to God. [This is just the dumb way he talks......] Maybe I should start over.

[shadepossessed]

[For what it's worth, Kainé looks vaguely amused now.]

Go ahead. Give it another shot, honey tongue.

[churchbelle]

[Oh, yay...]

Well, she's... got a mean kick. That's an admirable quality in a person. [She was kicking innocent zombie people, but still!!]

[shadepossessed]

It is.

[It definitely, definitely is. Kainé's all about that kicking action.]

So she did more than wave her gun around, huh? Must feel real special.

[churchbelle]

A real honor, no doubt about it. [He likes not being menaced with guns!! Who knew.]

Sounds like the two of ya are a mighty fine match. I'm happy for y'all, after some of the horror stories I've been hearin'.

[shadepossessed]

[SCREAMS INTERNALLY WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP SAYING THAT for the love of god ignore the twitch in her left eye]

...Yeah? Mind sharing?

[churchbelle]

[They're cool and they hit first, ask questions later?? Hazel will gracefully ignore her reaction, because he's a gentleman.]

Well, this friend of Jae-Ha's had a god who liked treatin' him like a pet instead of a person, that sorta detestable thing... And of course, there's some folks who just ain't equipped to carry around somebody else's life the way we're meant to. Some of it's pitiable, some of it's just plain bad luck.

[Shinki Rights, some gods are disgusting, etc. The usual!!]

[shadepossessed]

[it's embarrassing...but from the sounds of it, she really lucked out, so maybe this awkward tsundere shame isn't so bad. Like she needed yet another to put Sharak as a high priority in her life, thanks for making her gay, Hazel...]

Guess I shouldn't be surprised some bastards are abusing the system. What'd you do about Jae-Ha's friend's shithead?

[churchbelle]

[welcome to the fold, Kainé. Hazel shrugs pretty much neutrally - yes, objectively, half of the people here suck - but then his expression looks considerably more downcast. He didn't actually know the kid, or his god, but it was abhorrent... and Jae-Ha was so upset-]

Nothin'. The boy's vanished, I'm afraid. It happened a couple days ago. Jae-Ha mentioned that he split from his god all on his own not long before he disappeared, but I don't suspect they're related incidents.

[Hmm. He frowns, because this part is extra vile-] There's not much that can be done, when the laws of this place dictate that gods can do no wrong.

[shadepossessed]

Huh.

[That was him, then. Knowing more about it made Kainé feel a little weird over how she'd acted, but she still thinks that if she'd been in Jae-Ha's shoes, she wouldn't have wanted all that pity. Would've made her feel even more useless and angry, probably. Best to not regret it too much.]

Isn't that the case everywhere? [Kainé can't be certain, but there's always a kind of bitterness in her mouth when she thinks about it. Gods suck.] If gods can do no wrong, then there shouldn't be a problem with other ones putting his intestines on a spit, burning 'em to a crisp, and pissing out the flames.

[churchbelle]

[Wow, that's detailed. Hazel makes a face— he's no stranger to violence, but that's so graphic.]

Well, people don't necessarily... Killin' a man doesn't take. Heavenly bodies, and so on.

[Who knows what happened to all the other gods they're replacing, but death is even more badwrong here than Hazel makes it on his own time. Weird.]

[shadepossessed]

Great. Means we can make our point till it sticks.

[churchbelle]

I reckon if you've got nothin' more pressin' to attend to, like gettin' outta here, knock yourself out.

[He'd totally marathon murder people he hates if it weren't tedious after the second time. Second, maybe third.]

[shadepossessed]

I'm dead.

[Kinda nowhere else to be... But there is a problem with all her vitriol.]

They leave punishments of shinki up to their gods, here? Don't think Sharak would have a problem with me doing that.

[churchbelle]

[Hazel just shrugs again, as he is the literal worst person to take up "I'm dead" issues with.] You're still walkin'.

[But anyway,] As long as ya don't go soft in the middle and think you're doin' wrong, nobody gets hurt. Well, nobody who matters, I s'pose.

[shadepossessed]

[She just grunts in response to that first point. What is it with some of these gods, insisting she's not dead, UGH, good gods are sooo difficult.]

With someone like that? Yeah. I don't think there'd be a problem.

[churchbelle]

[She can be dead and still walking at the same time, Undead Rights.]

Well then, I guess you've found yourself a hobby. I don't think we've had any vigilantes around here just yet.

[shadepossessed]

Gardening and stomping out of shitty gods. Sounds like a good life.

[Unlife. Whatever. She points out a bright, multicolored butterfly of stained glass.]

That'd definitely make you hate the sun.

[churchbelle]

[He's known her maybe half an hour and he can already guess she's totally into it. Nice. Anyway, this hideous butterfly...

The face he makes is nothing short of offended that the thing exists. He picks up the smaller one, no less colorful, hanging beneath it instead.]

He'll be tickled. Have ya seen any windmills?

[shadepossessed]

[It's truly atrocious. She loves that Hazel obviously thinks so, too.]

A windmill-shaped windmill or another duck?