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[Action][Locked][Backdated: Nov 6] A Veritable Void of Voracity
WHO: The Komeiji sisters, Liv, and possibly Satsuki
WHERE: A small coffee shop in Genessia
WHAT: Arranging a meal
WHEN: November 6th
WARNINGS: Discussion involving the sisters' need to eat human flesh. Possible flesh eating?
It took quite a bit to rouse Fayren's quiet Guardian to attention. Let alone to have her step outside. She normally wouldn't have done anything like this under any normal circumstances. But, of course, it had to be now, of all times. Starving. Still starving. Too long.
"I'd like a green tea, please. No...I want nothing else in it, thank you." Her reply was curtly spoken and briefly delivered, almost as quickly as she entered. A wide hood was pulled up over her face in order to hide her likeness from passers-by, but it only added the effect of drawing more attention to her. It felt odd not exposing her arteries to the air, but it was a small price to pay for anonymity. She turned to the figure bundled up in a softer-looking wool-lined jacket. "...And another, please. This one, with honey." Tea won't sate that need, it never does. But her nerves, it could deal with.
Or at least, that's what she thought, while waiting for her order. Thoughts drifted from the other patrons' minds gently prodding at her barely maintained sense of security. And quickly preying on her insecurities, to be sure.
"Who's that over there..." "That hood's way to big for her..." "That looks like someone with something to hide." "Too scared to show her face around here?" "Who the hell's got pink hair like that?" "She looks just like-"
So on and so forth. Every second stretched on. It hit that peak of almost discovery and stopped. And more and more kept battering at her mental resistance, making it more difficult to just...sit there and wait for when that person would stop by and offer her solution to this...pressing matter. That couldn't be helped, as most sentients were afraid of what they didn't understand. Even if it was just a hood over a semi-famous person's face. She sidled quietly back to her seat, the eyes and minds of everyone else in the establishment focused and intent on trying to piece things together. After a moment, she felt the majority of them redirect their thoughts back to themselves. But one stood out before it changed course.
Passing by with her two orders of tea, Satori heard someone's mind mumbling... "...crazy girl. Orderin' two drinks for herself..."
Well then, back to the table at the end of this joint, it seems. Satori had settled for one at the very back of the building, towards one of the corners furthest from windows and prying eyes, pulling back her hood some. Don't stare at them. Don't tempt it. Satori had already ensured Koishi wouldn't blow their cover, nor scandalize anything by showing up loudly and quickly, as she always did. Koishi hadn't worn a hood mainly because she rather loudly refused and had no head artery to cover, but Satori hadn't a choice. What she gave me wasn't enough. She couldn't quite afford to risk tackling this issue through entirely...normal means. "This waiting is unbearable..." Within a little while, it's possible they'd forget about the sight. Or it would become a persistent rumor. Either of those two ways, she had means to twist it about, later.
After all, she thought, isn't that what politics is all about?
Koishi was a bit more visible now... A bit... She had taken the seat across from Satori. Dressed warm, though She looked no happier about the situation than her elder sister, and even less alert. She had to remain focused though. For now at least. She was in a better position than Satori. Even if she tended to burn through more energy, she at least had spent enough time around humans to not immediately regard them as food. Still, she was near her limit. What she was finding in Fayren wasn't anywhere near enough. Especially now that it was winter and fewer people were foolishly blundering into the wilds to hunt monsters.
"We wouldn't be involving other people if it wasn't getting so hard to think." Koishi's hand strayed to her stomach, clutching the fabric. If this didn't work out she wasn't sure what she was going to do. Hunt more actively in Fayren perhaps? She would cross that bridge if need be. "We'll get through this. We've been hungrier before-" Though admittedly that time had left them beyond desperate. "-and we got through it. Please try to relax some."
She released her coat after a moment, distracting herself with the paper cup and taking a sip-
"Sis. This is your tea. There's no honey in it."
Satori's hand trembled a little as she realized her mistake, swapping the pair of teas and shaking her head... "You're right. There isn't much that can be done, otherwise." She took a long, thoughtful sip, tried to resign herself to that fact. And what if I hadn't? Then people would fear her. Fear is food. And she couldn't let her success slip away. They feed me. But those 'people', those false people, she remembered, couldn't satisfy her any more, in terms of fear. Entirely useless.Do they even taste bland as they look? Perhaps for meat, they'd pass muster.
The youkai put her hand to her temples, rubbing them firmly. It was harder and harder to keep such intrusions out. She looked from one end of the room to the other, hoping this would be all over, soon...
WHERE: A small coffee shop in Genessia
WHAT: Arranging a meal
WHEN: November 6th
WARNINGS: Discussion involving the sisters' need to eat human flesh. Possible flesh eating?
It took quite a bit to rouse Fayren's quiet Guardian to attention. Let alone to have her step outside. She normally wouldn't have done anything like this under any normal circumstances. But, of course, it had to be now, of all times. Starving. Still starving. Too long.
"I'd like a green tea, please. No...I want nothing else in it, thank you." Her reply was curtly spoken and briefly delivered, almost as quickly as she entered. A wide hood was pulled up over her face in order to hide her likeness from passers-by, but it only added the effect of drawing more attention to her. It felt odd not exposing her arteries to the air, but it was a small price to pay for anonymity. She turned to the figure bundled up in a softer-looking wool-lined jacket. "...And another, please. This one, with honey." Tea won't sate that need, it never does. But her nerves, it could deal with.
Or at least, that's what she thought, while waiting for her order. Thoughts drifted from the other patrons' minds gently prodding at her barely maintained sense of security. And quickly preying on her insecurities, to be sure.
"Who's that over there..." "That hood's way to big for her..." "That looks like someone with something to hide." "Too scared to show her face around here?" "Who the hell's got pink hair like that?" "She looks just like-"
So on and so forth. Every second stretched on. It hit that peak of almost discovery and stopped. And more and more kept battering at her mental resistance, making it more difficult to just...sit there and wait for when that person would stop by and offer her solution to this...pressing matter. That couldn't be helped, as most sentients were afraid of what they didn't understand. Even if it was just a hood over a semi-famous person's face. She sidled quietly back to her seat, the eyes and minds of everyone else in the establishment focused and intent on trying to piece things together. After a moment, she felt the majority of them redirect their thoughts back to themselves. But one stood out before it changed course.
Passing by with her two orders of tea, Satori heard someone's mind mumbling... "...crazy girl. Orderin' two drinks for herself..."
Well then, back to the table at the end of this joint, it seems. Satori had settled for one at the very back of the building, towards one of the corners furthest from windows and prying eyes, pulling back her hood some. Don't stare at them. Don't tempt it. Satori had already ensured Koishi wouldn't blow their cover, nor scandalize anything by showing up loudly and quickly, as she always did. Koishi hadn't worn a hood mainly because she rather loudly refused and had no head artery to cover, but Satori hadn't a choice. What she gave me wasn't enough. She couldn't quite afford to risk tackling this issue through entirely...normal means. "This waiting is unbearable..." Within a little while, it's possible they'd forget about the sight. Or it would become a persistent rumor. Either of those two ways, she had means to twist it about, later.
After all, she thought, isn't that what politics is all about?
Koishi was a bit more visible now... A bit... She had taken the seat across from Satori. Dressed warm, though She looked no happier about the situation than her elder sister, and even less alert. She had to remain focused though. For now at least. She was in a better position than Satori. Even if she tended to burn through more energy, she at least had spent enough time around humans to not immediately regard them as food. Still, she was near her limit. What she was finding in Fayren wasn't anywhere near enough. Especially now that it was winter and fewer people were foolishly blundering into the wilds to hunt monsters.
"We wouldn't be involving other people if it wasn't getting so hard to think." Koishi's hand strayed to her stomach, clutching the fabric. If this didn't work out she wasn't sure what she was going to do. Hunt more actively in Fayren perhaps? She would cross that bridge if need be. "We'll get through this. We've been hungrier before-" Though admittedly that time had left them beyond desperate. "-and we got through it. Please try to relax some."
She released her coat after a moment, distracting herself with the paper cup and taking a sip-
"Sis. This is your tea. There's no honey in it."
Satori's hand trembled a little as she realized her mistake, swapping the pair of teas and shaking her head... "You're right. There isn't much that can be done, otherwise." She took a long, thoughtful sip, tried to resign herself to that fact. And what if I hadn't? Then people would fear her. Fear is food. And she couldn't let her success slip away. They feed me. But those 'people', those false people, she remembered, couldn't satisfy her any more, in terms of fear. Entirely useless.Do they even taste bland as they look? Perhaps for meat, they'd pass muster.
The youkai put her hand to her temples, rubbing them firmly. It was harder and harder to keep such intrusions out. She looked from one end of the room to the other, hoping this would be all over, soon...