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[calmomile]

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@derecho

18 / female / hetero / 4 ♣

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My Self-Summary

Weather witch temping as a wage slave. Spoilers: it sucks.

My Future Plans

Maybe start up some studies between distractions. Academic minutae — real dry, you probably wouldn't get it.

My Talents

Baking, making it rain (not the money kind), cutting deals with spirits. Gardening, too.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Relaxed music, I guess.... you know, like acoustic guitar. The stuff they put on in coffee shops for background noise. What else? Uh. I like fresh fruit and don't care for spicy food all that much?
Books and movies are whatever. I'll read/watch it if it's not boring me to tears in the first ten minutes.

My Ideal Partner

No comment.

Height
5'2" / 157cm Body Type
Petite Smokes
Occasionally Drinks
Occasionally Drugs
Nah Sign
Stop (Capricorn) Education
Undergrad Occupation
Witch Income
Questionable Children
none Pets
Familiars Hobbies
Stress baking

 

 

 

 

 

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

NINJAS

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

The Architect
INTJ-A

 

ENERGY

64%

introverted

MIND

53%

intuitive

NATURE

81%

thinking

TACTICS

68%

judging

IDENTITY

93%

assertive

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[calmomile]

[ Would it be too intimate? Really? Really really?
No idea, but Mayou catches his wrist (gently) before he fully pulls away, munching away thoughtfully on the piece of sushi while the flavors filter through her taste buds. Surprisingly mild... a bit of salt, a bit of sugar, some vinegar undertones——

Her throat works for a moment prior to her tongue darting out over her lips with a satisfied hum. ]

Not half bad. Pretty good, actually.

[ That hand she's holding hostage? Yeah, that gets a quick one-two peck combo to the palm and the pulse at his wrist before Mayou lets him go with the most innocuous expression like ~ nothing happened ~ . ]

1/2

[survivaltricks]

[help]

[survivaltricks]

[swallowing thickly once he is released, his skin absolutely burning at the site of those two quick kisses. ahem. he's fine. he's fine!!]

Doooo you like wasabi?

[he is not going to call her out directly on never having had sushi before since she SO VERY CLEARLY was trying to pretend otherwise, but he does launch into a brief explanation]

It's the green stuff. You can put a little bit on your next piece.

[calmomile]

[ Akira really is so much fun to tease. That face! Adorable! Maybe Cupid was onto something after all, the bastard.
Mayou gives the lurid green paste a somewhat disinterested glance (the hubris!) but does as he suggests, using one chopstick to scoop up a dab of the mystery substance. ]

Aw... you mean you're not gonna feed me this one too? No fun.

[ Both sushi and wasabi disappear into her mouth. So far, so good, the same flavors as before for the most part — ]

[calmomile]

[ oh NO ]

[calmomile]

[ D-don't mind her, just taking an enormous bite of melonpan and turning her face away for no particular reason. None at all. Ignore the pathetic weak baby coughing from Mayou's less than zero ability to handle spicy food. ]

...it's alright.

[ HER SINUSES WERE LITERALLY ON FIRE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL ]

[survivaltricks]

[AAAAH RIP MAYOU]

[casually, with a bit a playful glint in his eyes]

Oh. Right.

I forgot to mention it was spicy. Very spicy.

[it's fine. he offers her a calpico, which is not milk but is a cream-based drink. hopefully it coats her tongue just as well as milk would!]

[calmomile]

[ Oh lawdy, the sour look getting leveled at Akira would put a marmot into cardiac arrest at thirty paces. ]

You don't say... never would've guessed.

[ The sarcasm! Fortunately Mayou's both too lazy to hold a grudge and not petty enough to take it personally, so the most retribution he gets is a steady, suspicious side eye while twisting the top off of that calpico (strawberry flavor!) bottle for a cautious sip. ]

Some people get hexed for less, you know. [ Huff. ] It's bad luck to cross a witch.

[survivaltricks]

[ooooooh he could wither underneath that look. . . but he had a gut feeling that Mayou would take his little tease in stride, so he responds to that sharp glare with a playful wag of his brows]

Hm. I've never been hexed before. [Akira] What's your favorite one?

[calmomile]

[ See, this is why she likes talking to this absolute menace. He just takes one look at the subject matter and goes 'aight bet' to the wildest shit. What a king.
Mayou gives him an amused look over the calpico bottle. ]

Are you asking to be?

[ A deeper draught of the pleasantly fruity drink lets the question sink in a bit in the natural lull. She's reasonably certain he wouldn't be that foolish, but... it's tough to say with Akira. He's not an easy person to predict, even with Mayou's proclivity for reading between the lines.
After draining roughly a third of the bottle in one long pull, she continues: ]

Fylgan hex. In other words — unpleasant effects that "follow" someone for a set amount of time constantly. Very annoying, trust me.

[survivaltricks]

[his answer is quick and snappy, delivered as he lifts a piece of tuna to his lips]

Absolutely not.

[and then he pops the sushi into his mouth! it appears some challenges are not meant to be matched. . .]

[at any rate, he listens to her answer with genuine curiosity, head canted to the side when she says "fylgan" because. . . what the fuck is that mean]

Unpleasant effects like stubbing your toe?

[calmomile]

[ Going after another piece of salmon sans the green hell-paste this time--- ]

Unpleasant effects like terrible weather. Bigger's better in most cases, but I like to make a cloud about... this big?

[ Mayou stuffs the salmon piece in her mouth and mimes a roughly circular shape with her hands, pauses for a moment to assess, then makes it a tiiiiny bit bigger — beach ball size — with a decisive nod.
Yeah, this big. Perfect for getting inside a building and hanging out over someone's head. Menacingly. ]

[survivaltricks]

[omg. he can picture it. a grumpy little raincloud following someone around all day, soaking them in water. . .]

Cute. . .

[IS A HEX SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE]

[calmomile]

[ Oh, Akira. If only he knew the hell that is existing in wet socks for 24 hours straight... that 'cute' opinion would pull a 180 real fuckin' fast, my guy. ]

You mean inconvenient.

[ Mayou corrects him primly - while one of "his" tuna sushi pieces gets stuffed in her mouth, of course. What's yours is mine etc etc. ]

[survivaltricks]

Ah, right. My mistake.

[he grins a li'l when she steals that tuna piece. . . and snatches up one of her salmon pieces in return. turnabout!!]

Have you hexed anyone here yet?

[calmomile]

Mm. Well, yes, technically. Does it count if they asked for it?

[ Thief doing thief things... she'll get back at him eventually. Just you wait, Akira!!! For now, she's sufficiently distracted by selecting a piece of yellowtail sushi and parsing a 'yeah, kinda sorta' answer that won't sound like a total copout. How should she put this? ]

Real weird guy, that one. He has these crazy facial scars... and pointy teeth! Like a shark or something. Wild, right?

[ And he has a massive ego, but she's politely not mentioning it. ]

[survivaltricks]

Totally counts. Still a hex.

[who was brave enough to actually ask for it and not just joke around, like Akira had? well. . . apparently, someone he actually knows quite well!]

[with amusement]

Does he call himself the "Bandit King?"

[calmomile]

He called himself a lot of stuff.

[ She grumbles, chewing on that piece of sushi with a distinctly petulant furrow of her brows. Boss. Master. Great Bandit King. Mayou's reasonably certain Chobe's inflated self-importance can be seen from space with the naked eye at this point.
At least this yellowtail is nice? Maybe sushi's growing on her a little. ]

But... yeah. You got it in one.

[survivaltricks]

[yep. it's exactly as Akira thought. an amused laugh tumbles from his lips as he polishes off the last piece of tuna]

Mmmyep. That sounds like something he'd do.

[AKIRA BETS HE TOOK IT AS A CHALLENGE. . .]

He's a pretty funny guy, right?

[calmomile]

[ Mayou might be a wild creature stuffed in a cute girl's body, but even she isn't uncouth enough to talk with her mouth full — after making a muffled noise of disbelief, she takes a hasty swig of calpico to wash down the fish and rice. ]

Don't encourage him.

[ Oh, the exasperation. ]

It'd be a whole lot funnier if the fallout wasn't getting dumped on me.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . oh?]

What do you mean by "fallout?"

[Akira knows what kind of person Chobe is. genuinely? he likes the guy, for reasons he can't quite comprehend but won't think about too hard. but if he is giving Mayou trouble, then. . .]

[calmomile]

I mean he's getting his kicks out of torturing me in the worst way he possibly can.

[ Gasp... doesn't that sound serious? Mayou sure looks gloomy about it — in her opinion, it's the most painful experience someone like her can possibly endure. What torture, he might ask?
Looking Akira straight in the eye, with 100% seriousness, she leans forward a little and intones gravely: ]

He refuses to shut up about his brother.

[ For the sake of her sanity, someone stop this man!!!! ]

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[SOLEMNLY]

You are the bravest among us, Mayou.

[hand on her shoulder. squeezing gently. truly, she suffers. she suffers so much]

[calmomile]

[ At least her great sacrifice is being properly appreciated. Huff. ]

Unluckiest, more like.

[ Truly, she's been dealt a terrible hand by the forces that be... it's great excuse to snag one of those pocky boxes and start tearing open the packaging, though! This right here is Mayou giving him an ACCUSING POINT with a pocky stick like a sugary magic wand. ]

Should I be concerned that you apparently know each other?

[survivaltricks]

[Akira holds up both hands when she jabs the pocky stick at him, like a man cornered by a VERY DANGEROUS (very sweet) weapon. but he looks amused!]

No. I don't have a brother. [har har] I'd say we're friends, but I think he might take issue with the word.