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Shu Keigetsu ([personal profile] unshurety) wrote in [community profile] myddvai 2023-01-22 01:13 am (UTC)

Shu Keigetsu | Though I Am an Inept Villainess | Rahuth

[one particular girl -- delicate, clearly bird-boned even before the Pulling process and dressed in a lovely set of yellow silk robes that's now slightly the worse for the wear from the wings on her back and the nervous sleeve-plucking of her clawed fingers -- stands out among the crowd. it's not for good reasons. the round-shouldered, nervously hunched posture she adopts whenever she doesn't remember to correct it emphasizes her gaudy new wings and feathers in an awkward way, making the potentially-elegant sweep of her crest from her skull down the back of her neck look like something deformed.

she's also notable for seemingly being unable to decide what her vibe is since she got here. she started out on stage raising her voice to an almost shrieky pitch to demand an explanation of Ydris and Ives, turned about six different colors and dropped her voice to an urgent hiss when speaking to Ted, then abruptly switched tacks and staggered theatrically, letting herself be helped to a seat. now she seems to be veering wildly between the previously described panicked slouch and an attempt at sitting up, pasting a smile on her face, and looking as elegant and serene as possible. if she's expecting to convince anyone, well...

...it's hard to fault her in these circumstances, but it may be that her acting skills weren't immediately up to such a completely unexpected situation.]


The Audience
[it's been a few minutes since Keigetsu established herself at a previously unoccupied table. she'd passionately hoped this would buy her time to recollect herself and figure out any kind of plan, but she should have known better -- she can see clearly that Kou Reirin's ethereal, fragile beauty and inconvenient but somehow appealing physical weakness are predictably betraying her once again. Ha! It's great to be admired, sure, but no wonder that girl feels so smothered all the time...

of course, that must be why these monsters, or vampires, or whatever, started swarming her as soon as she sat down. it figured that being in Kou Reirin's body meant that even predators thought she looked more delicious -- but even so, she's committed herself to trying to making polite conversation with them until she sees a good escape route. she'd been shocked on the stage, but now it was time to get with the program and act friendly to anyone who looked likely to fall for it.

Keep it together, Keigetsu. You can't let even a scratch get on this body, or it'll fall over like a kicked dog, and then where will you or Reirin be?

she just needed to act like a good girl until... until something that she's definitely going to think of soon. she's sure of it.

it's probably a good thing she made that resolution, because not two minutes later, a grinning vampire passes her a card with a rat on it. Keigetsu's already-sickly smile develops a full-blown case of influenza on the spot.]

Oh. I see. You've got to be kidding m--... aha, no, what am I saying?

[Once the sewer rat of the Maiden Court, always a sewer rat, huh? is the bitter thought she might have later. right now she just has Kill Bill sirens going in her head as she holds the card up to the light so that everyone can see the picture more clearly.]

I'm... so very grateful.


The Bar
[once the vampires lose interest, Shu Keigetsu shrinks back further into the corner of her table, looking terribly awkward and slightly pathetic despite her pretty face. she keeps trying to flag down someone to serve her, but without anyone else at her table, she's being thoroughly ignored -- and trying her best not to get visibly upset about it.]

How d-- um, sir, please, if you could look this way--!

[she'll start to raise her voice, but modulate it down to a breathy, gentle murmur before she gets more than a word or two out. a couple servers glance her way, but they don't seem to be moved by either approach.

they're going to have to polish the scratches out of the wood of the table later at this rate.]


The Ice Storm
[as she watches the ritual, the girl in yellow grows genuinely absorbed -- staring with an oddly singleminded focus at the weaving patterns of force and fire that fill the air. a few times, she murmurs something under her breath or absentmindedly traces a pattern on the table with one finger, but nothing seems to happen despite the intensity in her eyes...

when the cup of ice gets pressed into her hand, she jolts back to reality. her eyes go first to it, then to the hapless Pulled onstage, then to the jeering crowd. her face goes white, then she flushes, biting her lip. she even takes the first cube out of her drink to cool her wrists and under her jaw instead of using it as ammunition.

however, it doesn't take more than one or two more rounds before she gets caught up in the atmosphere and throws a big chunk with the rest of the crowd, a condescending smile on her face. to her credit or discredit (take your pick), it looks like it hurts her teeth. ]

...my, my. Why're you showing your face here again, huh...?

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