[ Whether it be the heaviness of the dirt piled on her lap or the vines wrapped around her arm, Waka wakes with a fright under the fish-eyed gaze of unfamiliar faces. Immediately she shifts, attempting to pry her arm and shift from underneath the earth -- panic stricken, her free hand moves in front of her to blindly grasp at the ground as she screws her eyes shut. ]
W-Wait! My glasses... shit, y'all seen some sunglasses?
[ The locals gasp with surprise, with only a final snap of a camera flashing followed by their silence. It only makes Waka's anxiousness grow, finally snapping the vines from her arm and pulling herself out of the shallow grave. Or whatever the hell that was.
She's obviously more concerned about a pair of sunglasses conveniently sitting pretty in a bush a few feet away, but she continues to grope at the ground. ]
I've got a condition! I'll be pukin' up chunks real soon if I don't get my glasses back!
sidequest ( pizza )
Hm... maybe shrimp avocado? Asparagus and bacon? Broccoli and tuna?
[ While quite evidently talking to herself, Waka has procured a slice of pizza to keep her creativity flowing. Biting in, glasses just barely hiding her joy; cheeks lighting up as her lips curl into a grin. ]
Mm! Yeah, a pizza with those kinda toppings would be really good!
[ Do not let her suggest this. Please. ]
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hey uhh does anyone know if there's like a place where i can get a mask full face plz thx
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( totally open to anything else. also if you're curious of your character seeing waka's eyes at any time pleases lmk via pm; it's likely to be on accident but just to cover all bases due to her powers! )
[ WHY do people keep emerging from the ground here, hello. sha-ming watches as aldrip's locals scatter and scream -- he's keen to book it alongside with him, but man, there's a pang of sympathy that resounds in his chest.
he heaves a sigh before stepping forward. ]
Okay, first of all, like... don't do that. Or if you do just keep it away from me 'cause I washed this jacket yesterday and the laundromat here is basically a scam. Second of all, what do they look like?
They’re — hhh… just huge, black sunglasses. Really dark. I swear they were on my face… [ She then sniffs the air. ] Does the laundromat not have detergent?
[Really, it's her shout about finding her glasses that draws Scott's attention more than anything else. As strange as it is to see an unfamiliar teen struggling against dirt and vines and scaring the locals away, he really doesn't put too much thought into it as he walks closer to her.]
Hey, I'll find it for you. Don't worry, okay? Just... keep your eyes closed.
[He gets it, really. Scott's not quite sure what sort of condition she has, but he's not going to stand around and ask her a million questions, not until her glasses are safely returned. There's some hope that she's like him in some way, even if it's very unlikely, but first, searching! He quickly scans the ground around them before surveying the area around her-- and there, on the bush. Sunglasses. Hopefully that's the one she's talking about. It's a relief they made it here with her and fully intact; Scott knows he'd be extremely upset if his glasses ended up missing and stuff.
Carefully taking the glasses from the bush, he kneels down to her level before holding it out to her.] Here, in front of you. I think these are yours? Uh. Don't ask me the color of them, but they were nearby.
[ There’s an ounce of comfort that helps the grip on her lungs ease; the sound of additional footsteps slowly easing away earning a small sigh of relief. Waiting patiently and subconsciously trying to close her eyes even tighter — somehow. It really just makes her have an ugly face that’s a mix of fear and disgust.
When the voice returns, closer, and a presence near her, Waka lifts her hand from the dirt to find her glasses. Dirt under her nails, but she’s more than eager to stare at the ground like she’s found the answer to all her questions once she slides them into her face. ]
Ah, thanks! I can’t tell ya how much I appreciate the help. The vomits all down, woohoo!!
[ Pumping her fist into the air, Waka smiles brightly. ]
But, uh… huh. I’m pretty sure I ain’t supposed to be here. Wherever here is. [ She’s quick to rise to her feet, dusting off any remaining dirt off her jeans. ] Do I just jump back into the hole I was in to make my way back, mister? I’m really not tryin’ get in trouble bein’ late for curfew.
[Seeing her face etched in fear is... well, maybe he actually hasn't seen such an expression on himself before, but he's sure that he's had a similar look when his own glasses were knocked off his face. Hasn't happened in ages, but he still remembers that fear of destroying things around him, hurting people, and he almost subconsciously presses his shades against his face, like making sure that it's really there. It really fucking sucks, huh?
So, it's nice to see it immediately disappear when she slides her glasses back on and whoa okay-- she's really happy. Well, guess he got the right one, huh? He lightly chuckles, the laugh leaving him with a small if genuine smile. Look, he's not going to make a big deal of this.]
Hey, no problem but jesus, don't call me 'mister,' it's Scott. [He answers as he rises to his feet as well, posture lax now that glasses are found and everything. There's still that curiosity pressing on Scott to ask her about her 'condition,' but he decides to push that down for the time being.]
And no, don't jump back in the dirt, the only thing that you'll fall into is crushed dreams and disappointment.
The glasses are dark, anyone unfamiliar would assume that she couldn't see anything at all behind them. But fortunately it's only a tint on her side, while the rest of the world can't so much as make hint of her eye color or the shape of her irises -- fortunately. ]
Sco... Scott? Hey... Hey! That sounds super American! You're American? Or maybe somewhere else overseas? 's cool! [ And then there's a brief pause, a sudden assumption: ] Am I in America?
[ She sounds a little scared, but don't worry... it's only because she does not know English. Yes it will take her like three more tags until she realizes there's no language barrier. ]
[Seeing her with those shades... it's kind of weird being on the opposite end of that. He knows that people can't see his eyes at all through his sunglasses, even that he can fully see them-- just in various shades of red. The ruby quartz just functions like that-- or Professor McCoy just designed it as such, he doesn't know. He didn't really ask that many questions when he first got his glasses.
Still, this is new. It's not disconcerting having this happen to him now, but just kind of odd.]
Uh, yeah? I'm from America. [He slowly answers amongst her barrage of questions. If Scott could take a guess, he'd assume she's... Japanese? Probably.] But sorry to disappoint, you're not in the land of the free and home of the brave. You would've seen an eagle fly by if it was.
[He's not serious at all, but it may be hard to tell.]
[ She's being serious. But maybe she's not, though she eases out of her enthusiasm as she notices the initial crowd is just hovering somewhere in the background. While she can't tell what they're saying, the constant wander of eyes and hushed whispers makes her breathe a small sigh. ]
Can ya show me around a bit? If you're not busy -- I feel like if I don't find something to do soon I'll get messy.
[ messy = violent, but he can guess that on his own ]
[Man, he's going to have start charging people for being the unofficial tour guide around here. It sounds like something Kotone would be interested in, honestly, but man he's not that sociable okay. He just managed to be here at the wrong time-- right time, whatever. And he's not just going to leave her alone to deal with all this new crap, especially with the locals still whispering.
Yeah, change of pace sounds great to him. Screw those guys.
So, with a grin that's only just a little forced, a confidence that isn't fully natural right now, but isn't entirely odd on his person either.]
Yeah, sure. I'm actually getting hungry-- up for a sandwich?
[Besides, he is pretty interested about her glasses and stuff.]
What do you consider "cool looking"? The standard ones have a silver filigree on them, under the eye holes.
I'm sure you're not as terrible to look at as you think you are, but I will respect your wishes. Where do you want to meet? I can make any adjustments there, if need be.
What? Of course it has eye holes, or you'd not be able to see. But... I suppose if it is an issue, perhaps a screen of some sort over the eye holes would suffice? One that only shows through one way?
Well... you've got me there. Do you really not want to see anything? That can be arranged, too; I just thought it might work better if you could. Unless you often walk around blind, I suppose...
I don't mind, but didn't you say you were having food as we spoke?
Well, I shall take your word for it on both counts, then. There is a... I believe it is a "Chinese" restaurant? I am unfamiliar with the culture itself; anyway, there's one near city hall. Perhaps we could meet there?
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waka kamikura ( after god + new player tdm )
sidequest ( pizza )
network ( un: wawa )
wildcard
arrival
[ WHY do people keep emerging from the ground here, hello. sha-ming watches as aldrip's locals scatter and scream -- he's keen to book it alongside with him, but man, there's a pang of sympathy that resounds in his chest.
he heaves a sigh before stepping forward. ]
Okay, first of all, like... don't do that. Or if you do just keep it away from me 'cause I washed this jacket yesterday and the laundromat here is basically a scam. Second of all, what do they look like?
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She fakes a gag. ]
They’re — hhh… just huge, black sunglasses. Really dark. I swear they were on my face… [ She then sniffs the air. ] Does the laundromat not have detergent?
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That's why I covered it up with Axe spray.
[ he looks back at her with a raise of the hand. not that she can see it but! ]
Smells sexy, right? You want some? [ he looks ahead, lips parting-- ] How the hell did your glasses get in a tree?
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Hey, I'll find it for you. Don't worry, okay? Just... keep your eyes closed.
[He gets it, really. Scott's not quite sure what sort of condition she has, but he's not going to stand around and ask her a million questions, not until her glasses are safely returned. There's some hope that she's like him in some way, even if it's very unlikely, but first, searching! He quickly scans the ground around them before surveying the area around her-- and there, on the bush. Sunglasses. Hopefully that's the one she's talking about. It's a relief they made it here with her and fully intact; Scott knows he'd be extremely upset if his glasses ended up missing and stuff.
Carefully taking the glasses from the bush, he kneels down to her level before holding it out to her.] Here, in front of you. I think these are yours? Uh. Don't ask me the color of them, but they were nearby.
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When the voice returns, closer, and a presence near her, Waka lifts her hand from the dirt to find her glasses. Dirt under her nails, but she’s more than eager to stare at the ground like she’s found the answer to all her questions once she slides them into her face. ]
Ah, thanks! I can’t tell ya how much I appreciate the help. The vomits all down, woohoo!!
[ Pumping her fist into the air, Waka smiles brightly. ]
But, uh… huh. I’m pretty sure I ain’t supposed to be here. Wherever here is. [ She’s quick to rise to her feet, dusting off any remaining dirt off her jeans. ] Do I just jump back into the hole I was in to make my way back, mister? I’m really not tryin’ get in trouble bein’ late for curfew.
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So, it's nice to see it immediately disappear when she slides her glasses back on and whoa okay-- she's really happy. Well, guess he got the right one, huh? He lightly chuckles, the laugh leaving him with a small if genuine smile. Look, he's not going to make a big deal of this.]
Hey, no problem but jesus, don't call me 'mister,' it's Scott. [He answers as he rises to his feet as well, posture lax now that glasses are found and everything. There's still that curiosity pressing on Scott to ask her about her 'condition,' but he decides to push that down for the time being.]
And no, don't jump back in the dirt, the only thing that you'll fall into is crushed dreams and disappointment.
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The glasses are dark, anyone unfamiliar would assume that she couldn't see anything at all behind them. But fortunately it's only a tint on her side, while the rest of the world can't so much as make hint of her eye color or the shape of her irises -- fortunately. ]
Sco... Scott? Hey... Hey! That sounds super American! You're American? Or maybe somewhere else overseas? 's cool! [ And then there's a brief pause, a sudden assumption: ] Am I in America?
[ She sounds a little scared, but don't worry... it's only because she does not know English. Yes it will take her like three more tags until she realizes there's no language barrier. ]
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Still, this is new. It's not disconcerting having this happen to him now, but just kind of odd.]
Uh, yeah? I'm from America. [He slowly answers amongst her barrage of questions. If Scott could take a guess, he'd assume she's... Japanese? Probably.] But sorry to disappoint, you're not in the land of the free and home of the brave. You would've seen an eagle fly by if it was.
[He's not serious at all, but it may be hard to tell.]
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[ She's being serious. But maybe she's not, though she eases out of her enthusiasm as she notices the initial crowd is just hovering somewhere in the background. While she can't tell what they're saying, the constant wander of eyes and hushed whispers makes her breathe a small sigh. ]
Can ya show me around a bit? If you're not busy -- I feel like if I don't find something to do soon I'll get messy.
[ messy = violent, but he can guess that on his own ]
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Yeah, change of pace sounds great to him. Screw those guys.
So, with a grin that's only just a little forced, a confidence that isn't fully natural right now, but isn't entirely odd on his person either.]
Yeah, sure. I'm actually getting hungry-- up for a sandwich?
[Besides, he is pretty interested about her glasses and stuff.]
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...I cannot imagine what you'd need to walk around in a full face mask for here. Still, I suppose you must have your reasons.
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i'd really appreciate it
are they like
cool lookin masks or just normie
also yea i'm ugly
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I'm sure you're not as terrible to look at as you think you are, but I will respect your wishes. Where do you want to meet? I can make any adjustments there, if need be.
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cant have eye holes
gotta make sure all holes are covered plz
uhhhh im having pizza right now but
you won't need to like
take measurements or anything right
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And no, measurements will not be necessary.
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but yea thats fine
ok cool
actually can we meet at a place to eat
you can pick im just starvin
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I don't mind, but didn't you say you were having food as we spoke?
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[ That fast? Yes. ]
if its hard to see through thats the best
ill be able to look around just fine
dontcha worry
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network
What, are you looking for a Halloween mask or something? It's not the season. I'm pretty sure it's never the season for that here.
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That's a pretty wild thing to say about yourself.
[ To put it mildly. ]
Is this some sort of weird insecurity, or are we talking about something on the levels of a horrible curse like you'd read about in stories?