Post by Wakana Waka on Mar 8, 2020 1:10:04 GMT -8
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Name: Wakana Waka
Species: Beastman-Majin Hybrid
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Played By: Tulf
Appearance:
A goliath of a girl even by Beastman standards, Waka has the height of a beastman and the weight of a Majin; towering over most Earthlings at 7’ 6” (228cm) tall (7' 4" prior to 1166) and weighing well over 330lb (150kg), which is not particularly subtle with her figure. While she lacks most Majin features beyond her appetite and size, her Beastman background is clear – a fluffy fox tail waves lazily behind her, and a pair of vulpine ears are hidden under her ginger bobcut. Her eyes are almost constantly half-lidded, making her look constantly drowsy or bored; but on occasion she’ll perk up a bit if someone can make her more excited about something besides her next nap.
Unsurprisingly, her size isn’t particularly convenient for fashion, so she sticks to fairly straightforward clothes. She usually wears a shirt, sweater and skirt, with familiar loose socks and shoes as per the kogal style from the Western Lands; or a small variety of winter clothes from her northern homeland. She would like to indulge in more fashion, but doesn’t really have many opportunities to; so the most variety she gets is the occasional set of training gear if she can steal it from a Saiyan even close to her size.
Face Claim: Fuchibeppu Chiyuri
Artist: Fukumaaya
Personality:
Lethargic and slow-paced, Waka is easy to get along in spite of her seemingly stoic demeanour – she doesn’t say much, but she actually enjoys company and listening to other in spite of her poor social skills. She can be blunt, but she doesn’t usually have any ill intentions towards others unless they go out of their way to get on her bad side. From a glance, particularly while she’s on a job, it can be easy to peg her as a dim thug; but in truth she just likes having a very slow pace to her life (though admittedly she’s not too bright, either). She often sleeps in and relishes long naps when she gets the chance to indulge in them, but she doesn’t particularly mind working either. In her free time, she also spends a lot of time keeping up with news from a variety of circles; and so she usually knows something about everybody with a reputation.
The one thing that will always get her interested, though, is food. Waka is an unrepentant glutton through-and-through; with sweets and junk food at the top of her list. With a massive appetite that explains her figure and then some, she will always put good (or trashy) food above just about anything else. This extends all the way to her powers, unfortunately for others… her Majin heritage has gifted her with ‘Transfiguration Beam’ (or at least her own messy version of it), and she’s not above getting into fights just to snack on someone else’s energy. Everyone’s flavour is just so unique! And you can never have just one snack…
Despite her intimidating size and frank attitude, Waka is rather soft-hearted and just enjoys company; letting herself get dragged into just about anything if there’s a friend involved. She can even be a bit of a hopeless romantic, though her success in dating is generally… catastrophically low. She doesn’t hold grudges, and doesn’t have any major ideals she’ll fight over; though thanks to her background she doesn’t particularly like the idea of being persuaded or manipulated into something, and loathes being treated like a hero.
Likes: Sweets, compliments on her looks, grooming, sleeping, trashy novellas
Dislikes: Anyone taller than her, ungratefulness, hot days, training, scolding
Name: Wakana Waka
Species: Beastman-Majin Hybrid
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Played By: Tulf
Appearance:
A goliath of a girl even by Beastman standards, Waka has the height of a beastman and the weight of a Majin; towering over most Earthlings at 7’ 6” (228cm) tall (7' 4" prior to 1166) and weighing well over 330lb (150kg), which is not particularly subtle with her figure. While she lacks most Majin features beyond her appetite and size, her Beastman background is clear – a fluffy fox tail waves lazily behind her, and a pair of vulpine ears are hidden under her ginger bobcut. Her eyes are almost constantly half-lidded, making her look constantly drowsy or bored; but on occasion she’ll perk up a bit if someone can make her more excited about something besides her next nap.
Unsurprisingly, her size isn’t particularly convenient for fashion, so she sticks to fairly straightforward clothes. She usually wears a shirt, sweater and skirt, with familiar loose socks and shoes as per the kogal style from the Western Lands; or a small variety of winter clothes from her northern homeland. She would like to indulge in more fashion, but doesn’t really have many opportunities to; so the most variety she gets is the occasional set of training gear if she can steal it from a Saiyan even close to her size.
Face Claim: Fuchibeppu Chiyuri
Artist: Fukumaaya
Personality:
Lethargic and slow-paced, Waka is easy to get along in spite of her seemingly stoic demeanour – she doesn’t say much, but she actually enjoys company and listening to other in spite of her poor social skills. She can be blunt, but she doesn’t usually have any ill intentions towards others unless they go out of their way to get on her bad side. From a glance, particularly while she’s on a job, it can be easy to peg her as a dim thug; but in truth she just likes having a very slow pace to her life (though admittedly she’s not too bright, either). She often sleeps in and relishes long naps when she gets the chance to indulge in them, but she doesn’t particularly mind working either. In her free time, she also spends a lot of time keeping up with news from a variety of circles; and so she usually knows something about everybody with a reputation.
The one thing that will always get her interested, though, is food. Waka is an unrepentant glutton through-and-through; with sweets and junk food at the top of her list. With a massive appetite that explains her figure and then some, she will always put good (or trashy) food above just about anything else. This extends all the way to her powers, unfortunately for others… her Majin heritage has gifted her with ‘Transfiguration Beam’ (or at least her own messy version of it), and she’s not above getting into fights just to snack on someone else’s energy. Everyone’s flavour is just so unique! And you can never have just one snack…
Despite her intimidating size and frank attitude, Waka is rather soft-hearted and just enjoys company; letting herself get dragged into just about anything if there’s a friend involved. She can even be a bit of a hopeless romantic, though her success in dating is generally… catastrophically low. She doesn’t hold grudges, and doesn’t have any major ideals she’ll fight over; though thanks to her background she doesn’t particularly like the idea of being persuaded or manipulated into something, and loathes being treated like a hero.
Likes: Sweets, compliments on her looks, grooming, sleeping, trashy novellas
Dislikes: Anyone taller than her, ungratefulness, hot days, training, scolding
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History:
Originally named Pepper and born in a Beastman family in the Northern Lands, Pepper grew up particularly poor, runtish and in rather miserable conditions. Her reclusive home village constantly suffered from the oppression of the Northern Demon Kingdoms and often ending up the target of their raids for their inability to keep up with the taxes demanded of the local Namekian lord. While lacking any local defenders, they would sometimes get support from passing folk heroes. But any safety or relief was always short-lived… heroes always have something better to do, nowadays.
There was one exception – a Majin hero took a particular liking to the village’s local cooking, and despite their misgivings about the help of a demon, the village was relieved to have a defender about who stayed for more than a week. Somewhat ostracised for her race, the Majin ended up getting along with the few local children instead. Over the year, Pepper grew close to the folk heroine; especially as her mother had passed away only a year prior – she was too young to fully comprehend it, but she began to cling to the Majin for that maternal support instead. The two got along well, and in spite of her father and older brothers’ complaints Pepper would always find time to listen to some more stories or lessons from her unlikely role model.
The fighting began to take its toll on her icon, however, and after a particularly catastrophic battle, an emergency was on their hands – the only way to heal the hero would be to let her possess someone, using the Demon’s Mark. While everyone assumed that Pepper would be the obvious choice and would no doubt volunteer, she was instead incredibly anxious and averse to the idea… losing a year of her life when she was just 10 was scary to her, as much as she admired her hero. But, with the village’s pressure upon her, she gave in and accepted it; falling into a deep sleep…
And she awakened in due time. Nothing had gone wrong, and the Majin finally took their leave. Things returned to normal. The village’s success with the defender let them keep up with their taxes at last, and so life had actually improved. But… while the world hadn’t changed, it soon became clear that Pepper had. Her appetite was out of control, and what had once been an almost non-existent temper became riotous and violent. The Demon’s Mark might have faded, but it had left a mark far deeper on Pepper. Soon, she was ushered out of her home, and exiled entirely – until she could get a grip on herself again, she wasn’t the Pepper they knew. She’d given herself up for a hero, and yet this was how she’d been repaid…
But, she did as she was told; leaving for good when she was 14. Joining a small hermitage, she trained and meditated with similar outcasts; enduring the snow and working every day to survive. She tempered herself, and regained a hold of her soul. Though her company were anything but true martial artists, she learnt this and that through them; practical lessons for hunting and fighting. The tiny Beastman pup grew into a goliath, after suffering for her every meal. Once more, she had to thank her role models for making her who she was… even if they might have been assorted criminals and similar outcasts, they’d stood together in the freezing cold.
When she was 20, she finally chose to return to her village – she’d proven her discipline to herself; so now she was confident she could prove it to her family. She’d learnt how to live off the land and fend for herself, and would no doubt be an exceptional help to the village. However, she promptly faced icy stares and distrust… she definitely didn’t look like their Pepper ever had; much less like any of their Beastmen people. Her family had always been such tiny vulpines; and yet she was as big as a truck?
She never did reunite with her family. As she steeled herself and arrived, she was met with familiar faces… the Namekian raider had also finally returned. Her temper snapped, and rampaged through her old foes; even finally using her suppressed Majin powers to enact her personal vengeance. In the aftermath, she was the mirror image of that hero she’d once admired… but, her little world wasn’t ready for that.
She wasn’t a Beastman anymore, she was never a hero, and she definitely wasn’t Pepper anymore. She was no longer ‘their’ Pepper. Though her heart was broken, they were right… the years alone had changed her, even if she didn’t agree that her hero’s influence had.
So, rather than being rejected, it was she who decided to leave.
She had unleashed her powers, cast away her doubts and regrets, and taken a hold of her life with her own hands – not with ideals or strength from others.
She turned her back on her village, and left forever.
She would never turn and look back again.
Since then, the newly renamed ‘Wakana Waka’ remade her life in the Central Lands – at least for the time-being. Bouncing between odd jobs that put her strength and size to use, she threw away her past and moved on without another thought. She is unsure of what she wants to make of her new lease on life. But, she is sure of one thing: she never wants to be a ‘hero’ again.
RP Sample:
History:
Originally named Pepper and born in a Beastman family in the Northern Lands, Pepper grew up particularly poor, runtish and in rather miserable conditions. Her reclusive home village constantly suffered from the oppression of the Northern Demon Kingdoms and often ending up the target of their raids for their inability to keep up with the taxes demanded of the local Namekian lord. While lacking any local defenders, they would sometimes get support from passing folk heroes. But any safety or relief was always short-lived… heroes always have something better to do, nowadays.
There was one exception – a Majin hero took a particular liking to the village’s local cooking, and despite their misgivings about the help of a demon, the village was relieved to have a defender about who stayed for more than a week. Somewhat ostracised for her race, the Majin ended up getting along with the few local children instead. Over the year, Pepper grew close to the folk heroine; especially as her mother had passed away only a year prior – she was too young to fully comprehend it, but she began to cling to the Majin for that maternal support instead. The two got along well, and in spite of her father and older brothers’ complaints Pepper would always find time to listen to some more stories or lessons from her unlikely role model.
The fighting began to take its toll on her icon, however, and after a particularly catastrophic battle, an emergency was on their hands – the only way to heal the hero would be to let her possess someone, using the Demon’s Mark. While everyone assumed that Pepper would be the obvious choice and would no doubt volunteer, she was instead incredibly anxious and averse to the idea… losing a year of her life when she was just 10 was scary to her, as much as she admired her hero. But, with the village’s pressure upon her, she gave in and accepted it; falling into a deep sleep…
And she awakened in due time. Nothing had gone wrong, and the Majin finally took their leave. Things returned to normal. The village’s success with the defender let them keep up with their taxes at last, and so life had actually improved. But… while the world hadn’t changed, it soon became clear that Pepper had. Her appetite was out of control, and what had once been an almost non-existent temper became riotous and violent. The Demon’s Mark might have faded, but it had left a mark far deeper on Pepper. Soon, she was ushered out of her home, and exiled entirely – until she could get a grip on herself again, she wasn’t the Pepper they knew. She’d given herself up for a hero, and yet this was how she’d been repaid…
But, she did as she was told; leaving for good when she was 14. Joining a small hermitage, she trained and meditated with similar outcasts; enduring the snow and working every day to survive. She tempered herself, and regained a hold of her soul. Though her company were anything but true martial artists, she learnt this and that through them; practical lessons for hunting and fighting. The tiny Beastman pup grew into a goliath, after suffering for her every meal. Once more, she had to thank her role models for making her who she was… even if they might have been assorted criminals and similar outcasts, they’d stood together in the freezing cold.
When she was 20, she finally chose to return to her village – she’d proven her discipline to herself; so now she was confident she could prove it to her family. She’d learnt how to live off the land and fend for herself, and would no doubt be an exceptional help to the village. However, she promptly faced icy stares and distrust… she definitely didn’t look like their Pepper ever had; much less like any of their Beastmen people. Her family had always been such tiny vulpines; and yet she was as big as a truck?
She never did reunite with her family. As she steeled herself and arrived, she was met with familiar faces… the Namekian raider had also finally returned. Her temper snapped, and rampaged through her old foes; even finally using her suppressed Majin powers to enact her personal vengeance. In the aftermath, she was the mirror image of that hero she’d once admired… but, her little world wasn’t ready for that.
She wasn’t a Beastman anymore, she was never a hero, and she definitely wasn’t Pepper anymore. She was no longer ‘their’ Pepper. Though her heart was broken, they were right… the years alone had changed her, even if she didn’t agree that her hero’s influence had.
So, rather than being rejected, it was she who decided to leave.
She had unleashed her powers, cast away her doubts and regrets, and taken a hold of her life with her own hands – not with ideals or strength from others.
She turned her back on her village, and left forever.
She would never turn and look back again.
Since then, the newly renamed ‘Wakana Waka’ remade her life in the Central Lands – at least for the time-being. Bouncing between odd jobs that put her strength and size to use, she threw away her past and moved on without another thought. She is unsure of what she wants to make of her new lease on life. But, she is sure of one thing: she never wants to be a ‘hero’ again.
RP Sample:
Ugh… her head was aching. Cute… huh?
A huge thud – Waka unsteadily tried to get back to her feet; too dizzy to do any more than place one foot. She’d almost been flat on her back… geez. That didn’t happen too often. Her head was still spinning, though, as she finally got a knee up. Maybe she’d finally overdone it? Whatever… her mind was roasted right now.
The smell of smoke – ah, maybe literally roasted? Blinking, she finally took in a little bit of her surroundings… dammit. Her sweater was fried. Well, it was tough enough that it’d mostly survived, but the hems and sleeves were really singed. Hm… fire? Nah… things would be worse if that were the cast. It was dark, too. Didn’t add up. Oh well, that stuff was past her pay grade. She was at least sure her chair was nothing but rubble, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t her fault this time.
Her drink – her drink? Judging by the glass by her other shoe… not in good shape. Well, she’d almost finished it, so that wasn’t such a big deal. She couldn’t taste it anymore, though… bah. It was good, too! Farmhouse ale, but what was the brand, again? She’d have to ask… when she could feel her tongue, anyway. Finally aware that it was lolling out of her mouth, Waka idly smacked her cheeks to regain a little more of her senses. Hrm… but, cute, huh?
Finally, she got her other knee on the ground – some rubble rolled off of her back; wood and plaster. Good! She’d much rather splinters than shrapnel. Another reason to like rustic places over the new age stuff. Shaking an arm loose, more wreckage fell around her; and now she was able to notice the sizable black burn mark around where she’d been lying… spooky. She spat instinctively as more sense returned to her – ash! Ugh… definitely not beer. Man, she’d need another drink just to wash that out.
Raising her head, she took in her surroundings. The bar was still there, good; just a lot further away than she remembered. Remembered? What’d she remember… didn’t matter. A lot of people were staring at her; some a lot more concerned than others. Glancing back – definitely looked like she’d left a mark. The wall had been pretty seriously wrecked. As she looked up, she heard a faint whistle; it sounded more impressed than disbelieving. Good news, right?
Staggering, she got both feet down and gradually pulled the rest of her frame up, and up, and up – though her head was still aching, she was glad that the other seven feet of her was still functioning well enough. Groaning slightly, she rubbed her forehead, before noticing something – that kid in front of her was giving her a real leer. She rubbed her eyes – no, actually, he looked like he was mortified. She wasn’t that big, was she? Nah, that didn’t add up…
“Y-Y-You’re – what? H-Huh? How?”
A young man – early 20s, if that? He was wheezing… ah, he had those familiar gang colours, too. The ‘Mean Clean’… man, what a name. Hm, had she picked a fight? That wasn’t really her style, even after a few drinks, but… he looked pretty pale. He’d probably topple if she so much as touched him. She didn’t really like picking on kids, though.
“My lightning… you’re not supposed to…!”
“Huh? You fried me…?”
One mystery solved. Waka raised a hand, twisting it in the air – seemed like everything was still working. Her head still ached, but nothing too bad. She opened her palm, feeling for her ki… yep, still there. A little bit of ash flicked off of her sleeves, while she felt a tingle run through her arms. Hm, that’d been quite a shock, huh? Cute… that’d been quite a shock, too. Darn…
Rolling her shoulders back as she grew a little more awake, Waka cast her gaze down at the young man – no, the boy. “Hm… ‘ight, puppy. If you wanna fight, then… outside, ‘kay? Don’t wanna go to court for this, p’rsonnally…” She didn’t exactly like fighting, but a scrap was a scrap. It’d be a bad look if she went scampering with her tail between her legs. It didn’t look like the kid was in any state to fire another lightning attack again anyway, between the panting and trembling knees. “You did ruin my top, so I guess I should lay you out… that’s – eh?”
And, he was gone. She merely stood there, blinking in confusion. She’d been the one to black out, so why was he running? She wasn’t the fastest in the first place, much less with her head still pounding… oh well. Probably best to not get in a fight anyway. It’d probably only ruin her clothes more. So, then… back to her book?
Ah… there was only a spine and a pile of ash there now. Geez! It was hard enough getting physical copies of books rather than digital ones as it was! All those tablets were just too small for her hands. What a pain! Now she really was kinda pissed off. With a huff, she dusted off her back, and found herself a new seat… and, finally, one of the small crowd emerged.
“I’m… very sorry about the trouble! That boy is always trying to show off over here, but it has never gotten to… that stage. But, are you really okay…?”
He was a bit short, well-dressed; with a pleasant smile. Even sitting, she was at eye-level with him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Been through worse. But punks nev’r change… whatever. Should I be worried ‘bout all… that?” In spite of her perpetually bored expression, she was feeling rather guilty after being met with such friendliness. This sort of trouble tended to follow her, so it didn’t really worry her anymore; but troubling others…
“It’s fine! It’s fine! It’s – well, it’s not the first time. These days, it seems like kids are getting stronger and stronger; and with that tournament, everyone’s high strung. We’ve got insurance, as you might imagine. It’s costly, but not as costly as… that. Or, you, more importantly!”
Waka hesitated, not accustomed to such friendliness. Her looks tended to… make people think twice about talking to her like that, unless they were just trying to avoid trouble. “Ah… well, sorry, ‘nyway. I’m fine, but… how about my drink? It’s kinda… toast.” She took a slightly pained glance at her previous position – ‘kinda’ toast was an understatement, even for her. “First time being fried like that, I’ll be honest… looks like this part of the city is no good for me.”
The waiter gave an unsteady bow, but followed with another colourful smile. “Not a problem! I remember your order; you’re rather – memorable, around here.” He said uncertainly, clearly fishing for her reaction. Though inwardly she wasn’t thrilled, she tried not to show it… not very difficult for someone like her, thankfully. What a miserable way to end her evening. He turned away while another staff member brought a broom in a feeble attempt to clean up, and began –
“Yo. Hey, did you… u-uh, did you call me – ‘cute’?”
She regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth, but it was honestly more important to her than whatever pain she’d gone through when she’d been electrocuted.
“Hm? Earlier, you mean? W-Well, I hope it wasn’t – r-rude, but – your tail, it’s… cute…”
Ah, well. Today was a good day after all.
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A huge thud – Waka unsteadily tried to get back to her feet; too dizzy to do any more than place one foot. She’d almost been flat on her back… geez. That didn’t happen too often. Her head was still spinning, though, as she finally got a knee up. Maybe she’d finally overdone it? Whatever… her mind was roasted right now.
The smell of smoke – ah, maybe literally roasted? Blinking, she finally took in a little bit of her surroundings… dammit. Her sweater was fried. Well, it was tough enough that it’d mostly survived, but the hems and sleeves were really singed. Hm… fire? Nah… things would be worse if that were the cast. It was dark, too. Didn’t add up. Oh well, that stuff was past her pay grade. She was at least sure her chair was nothing but rubble, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t her fault this time.
Her drink – her drink? Judging by the glass by her other shoe… not in good shape. Well, she’d almost finished it, so that wasn’t such a big deal. She couldn’t taste it anymore, though… bah. It was good, too! Farmhouse ale, but what was the brand, again? She’d have to ask… when she could feel her tongue, anyway. Finally aware that it was lolling out of her mouth, Waka idly smacked her cheeks to regain a little more of her senses. Hrm… but, cute, huh?
Finally, she got her other knee on the ground – some rubble rolled off of her back; wood and plaster. Good! She’d much rather splinters than shrapnel. Another reason to like rustic places over the new age stuff. Shaking an arm loose, more wreckage fell around her; and now she was able to notice the sizable black burn mark around where she’d been lying… spooky. She spat instinctively as more sense returned to her – ash! Ugh… definitely not beer. Man, she’d need another drink just to wash that out.
Raising her head, she took in her surroundings. The bar was still there, good; just a lot further away than she remembered. Remembered? What’d she remember… didn’t matter. A lot of people were staring at her; some a lot more concerned than others. Glancing back – definitely looked like she’d left a mark. The wall had been pretty seriously wrecked. As she looked up, she heard a faint whistle; it sounded more impressed than disbelieving. Good news, right?
Staggering, she got both feet down and gradually pulled the rest of her frame up, and up, and up – though her head was still aching, she was glad that the other seven feet of her was still functioning well enough. Groaning slightly, she rubbed her forehead, before noticing something – that kid in front of her was giving her a real leer. She rubbed her eyes – no, actually, he looked like he was mortified. She wasn’t that big, was she? Nah, that didn’t add up…
“Y-Y-You’re – what? H-Huh? How?”
A young man – early 20s, if that? He was wheezing… ah, he had those familiar gang colours, too. The ‘Mean Clean’… man, what a name. Hm, had she picked a fight? That wasn’t really her style, even after a few drinks, but… he looked pretty pale. He’d probably topple if she so much as touched him. She didn’t really like picking on kids, though.
“My lightning… you’re not supposed to…!”
“Huh? You fried me…?”
One mystery solved. Waka raised a hand, twisting it in the air – seemed like everything was still working. Her head still ached, but nothing too bad. She opened her palm, feeling for her ki… yep, still there. A little bit of ash flicked off of her sleeves, while she felt a tingle run through her arms. Hm, that’d been quite a shock, huh? Cute… that’d been quite a shock, too. Darn…
Rolling her shoulders back as she grew a little more awake, Waka cast her gaze down at the young man – no, the boy. “Hm… ‘ight, puppy. If you wanna fight, then… outside, ‘kay? Don’t wanna go to court for this, p’rsonnally…” She didn’t exactly like fighting, but a scrap was a scrap. It’d be a bad look if she went scampering with her tail between her legs. It didn’t look like the kid was in any state to fire another lightning attack again anyway, between the panting and trembling knees. “You did ruin my top, so I guess I should lay you out… that’s – eh?”
And, he was gone. She merely stood there, blinking in confusion. She’d been the one to black out, so why was he running? She wasn’t the fastest in the first place, much less with her head still pounding… oh well. Probably best to not get in a fight anyway. It’d probably only ruin her clothes more. So, then… back to her book?
Ah… there was only a spine and a pile of ash there now. Geez! It was hard enough getting physical copies of books rather than digital ones as it was! All those tablets were just too small for her hands. What a pain! Now she really was kinda pissed off. With a huff, she dusted off her back, and found herself a new seat… and, finally, one of the small crowd emerged.
“I’m… very sorry about the trouble! That boy is always trying to show off over here, but it has never gotten to… that stage. But, are you really okay…?”
He was a bit short, well-dressed; with a pleasant smile. Even sitting, she was at eye-level with him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Been through worse. But punks nev’r change… whatever. Should I be worried ‘bout all… that?” In spite of her perpetually bored expression, she was feeling rather guilty after being met with such friendliness. This sort of trouble tended to follow her, so it didn’t really worry her anymore; but troubling others…
“It’s fine! It’s fine! It’s – well, it’s not the first time. These days, it seems like kids are getting stronger and stronger; and with that tournament, everyone’s high strung. We’ve got insurance, as you might imagine. It’s costly, but not as costly as… that. Or, you, more importantly!”
Waka hesitated, not accustomed to such friendliness. Her looks tended to… make people think twice about talking to her like that, unless they were just trying to avoid trouble. “Ah… well, sorry, ‘nyway. I’m fine, but… how about my drink? It’s kinda… toast.” She took a slightly pained glance at her previous position – ‘kinda’ toast was an understatement, even for her. “First time being fried like that, I’ll be honest… looks like this part of the city is no good for me.”
The waiter gave an unsteady bow, but followed with another colourful smile. “Not a problem! I remember your order; you’re rather – memorable, around here.” He said uncertainly, clearly fishing for her reaction. Though inwardly she wasn’t thrilled, she tried not to show it… not very difficult for someone like her, thankfully. What a miserable way to end her evening. He turned away while another staff member brought a broom in a feeble attempt to clean up, and began –
“Yo. Hey, did you… u-uh, did you call me – ‘cute’?”
She regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth, but it was honestly more important to her than whatever pain she’d gone through when she’d been electrocuted.
“Hm? Earlier, you mean? W-Well, I hope it wasn’t – r-rude, but – your tail, it’s… cute…”
Ah, well. Today was a good day after all.
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